The Simulator's information revealed a certain emotion.
Confusion.
Utter confusion.
If Chong Heng was the previous owner of Demonization, then this description showed how utterly lost and helpless he had been in the end.
All the Chess Players he believed in.
None of them were Chess Players.
All the planners he had slain were not the planners he had imagined.
Yet he had been arranged.
His fate had been manipulated.
He could find no opponent.
He could locate no enemy.
It seemed to be right beside him, yet there was nothing at all.
The Great Terror!
The true Great Terror!
Without rhyme or reason.
A sense of the Great Terror rose in Jiang Qiao's heart, and he felt as if he had experienced it himself.
The final outcome.
This Fated Person named "Chong Heng" had become a cold, emotionless talent within the Simulator.
He had proven his path through Demonization.
He absorbed evil beings and Vicious Ghosts as nourishment, while he himself became nourishment for the Simulator.
"The Red Moon doesn't care."
That sentence flashed through Jiang Qiao's mind.
It did not care what you thought, how you viewed it, or even what you called the meaning of your life. The value of your existence was merely to complete the mission and find the Red Moon Shards.
Whether you resisted along the way.
Or accepted your fate.
It made no difference.
Only the result mattered.
When the time came, if you had not completed the mission, it would erase you according to the procedure.
"Right."
Jiang Qiao's eyes suddenly flashed.
"He mentioned at the end that there was nothing here."
"Here..."
"Where is that?"
"I was right, wasn't I?"
Seeing that Jiang Qiao remained silent, Zong Liu smiled and said, "I was actually curious too. Why did the methods