"Unable to advance even half a step."
For the first time, God of Death Karl's voice carried confusion and surprise. He had always been so detached that he possessed none of humanity's emotions. Even galactic lifeforms—even Holy Keisha, who proclaimed herself the enforcer of the universe's sole Justice Order—could not escape human joy, anger, sorrow, and delight.
But Karl could.
No.
He had thought he could.
That was because Karl had never encountered a lifeform capable of shocking him. He had originally believed such lifeforms existed only within the Void universe, which was why he sought to explore it.
Yet unexpectedly—
Earth had nurtured such a life.
"Get out of Earth, Karl!"
This was an order.
An absolute command that no one in the universe could defy.
Crack!
The phantom shattered like drifting snowflakes, like a broken prism, reflecting countless faintly astonished expressions from God of Death Karl in his final moment.
The world returned to calm once more.
Whether on bustling city streets, inside shopping malls, or among the chaotic vehicles on the roads, many people felt as though they had had a long dream. In that dream, they seemed to have seen a robed man whose eyes shone with a uniquely soul-stirring light.
"Where am I?"
"Damn it, who hit me?"
"My car! My brand-new car!"
"..."
The dispersal of souls also required a process, and each person's soul had a different level of strength. Some had merely been unconscious for a while, while others remained in deep comas. From a human perspective, many had already died.
Lin Yan's consciousness covered the entire Earth.
And he felt what these people felt.
Confusion, loss, fear, and the boundless darkness within human hearts.
As long as the darkness in humanity's hearts remained, God of Death Karl would have a place