In just a few finger snaps, those fishing and those being fished, those backstabbing and those being backstabbed—identities switched back and forth until everyone was dizzy.
Everyone who could show off had already shown off.
Only the Sower was getting beaten up—and was still getting beaten up!
Yet the Harvester and the Guide could only watch helplessly as it all happened.
Powerless to do anything.
They were clearly close at hand, yet seemed as distant as the horizon, always with no time to act.
Pang Pei and Ellis were like two walls stretching endlessly in either direction, utterly impossible to cross.
The deadlock between the Harvester and the old bureau chief had never ceased from the beginning until now.
The Blade of Inevitable Destruction could not advance.
This was clearly a strike that would inevitably bring ruin whether it struck a sage or a dragon, yet it could not take effect, firmly pinched between those two fingers.
It could neither advance nor retreat!
If the Harvester had to comment on his current situation, then aside from disgusting, there was only disgusting.
Too disgusting.
The old man looked gaunt and skeletal, but in truth, he was little different from the incarnation of the entire present reality. That casual pinch had not even touched the Blade of Inevitable Destruction.
Instead, it had acted directly upon the underlying logic of the present reality.
Making everything constantly change—or rather, cease changing.
---Heavenly Origin Deconstruction!
Beneath those two fingers, all the common sense, rules, and processes that had once been plain, clear, and vividly familiar were shrouded in mist amid countless complex changes, becoming utterly alien.
Rigid, distorted, mechanical, delayed.
At this moment, the death descending upon the blade could not be stopped.
Yes, indeed.
All things had causes and effects. If the result of