The End I

In the starry sky.

One planet after another around White Pupil was rapidly being dyed red.

That red was neither any kind of pigment nor the burning effect produced by rising temperatures, but simply a peculiar spatial alteration.

One after another, in merely half a day, three planets had been completely turned red.

The red resembled freshly spilled blood—bewitching and sinister. Merely gazing at it gave one a strange sense of vertigo.

On the fourth planet.

Zhang Rongfang lightly stepped out of a spatial gate and looked out over the vast, deathly silent black earth below.

"Pitiful everything. Since hope has long been gone, let me gather all power and make one final break for freedom."

Only a few withered black trees stood upon the land. Their branches clawed wildly at the air, all life long since drained from them, embedded in the parched soil.

Occasionally, black bones could be seen jutting from the dirt. The bones' original whiteness had been charred black by the intense heat.

Zhang Rongfang sighed and extended a hand. A deep crimson halo lit up in his palm once more.

The halo rapidly expanded and swelled, covering everything around him in the blink of an eye.

After consecutively contaminating several planets, Zhang Rongfang had gained a rough understanding of these worlds where all life had been extinguished.

Once the red light had thoroughly dyed the surroundings, he gently raised his hand.

A massive gravitational force immediately tugged the earth upward.

The black ground began to crack as a huge swathe of land spanning over ten thousand square kilometers rose into the air.

Fragments continually fell from it. Soil and rock extending a thousand meters deep floated up into the sky as a whole, exposing a deep, pitch-black cavern beneath.

"Come. The final resentment of this