"What do we do, then? Should we help?"
An Qingyu did not answer. He put away the walkie-talkie, a faint glimmer flickering in his gray eyes as if he were deep in thought.
Suddenly, he sharply raised his head and looked into the distance.
Within the murky fog, a figure with both hands in his pockets strolled over at an unhurried pace.
"Yo, how has the fusion been going lately?" Chaos glanced at his arm and grinned. "Looks like the progress is pretty good?"
An Qingyu stared coldly at Him.
"What do you want?"
"Don't be so fierce... I just came to discuss something with you."
Under An Qingyu's gaze, Chaos sat down directly on the ground and spoke leisurely. "Great Xia's situation has seemed rather interesting lately. I want to make the plot a little more exciting..."
"You're going to start the final battle?" An Qingyu raised an eyebrow. "But my fusion still needs some time, and the Black Goat probably hasn't given birth to many offspring yet, has it?"
"None of that matters." Chaos waved a hand.
"Then what does matter?"
"I can't wait any longer. That's what matters most."
"..."
"Destroying a civilization must never be done in one stroke. You have to torture them slowly, let them feel despair... then trample all their laughable morality and reason beneath your feet, driving them into primal madness! The process is where the real fun lies. If you simply wiped them out in one go with brute force, how would that be any different from casually crushing an anthill?" Chaos said, His eyes glowing.
"Since you've already made up your mind, why come to me?" An Qingyu said flatly. "I can only stay here now. I can't help you."
"I came to borrow something from you."
"What?"
Chaos stretched