It was a victory for logic, but a failure for the world.
He had easily reached an even more terrifying conclusion. In that moment, Fu Qian hadn't rushed to try to disprove it. He was more concerned with what it would mean if it were true.
After all, the Warehouse had always had a fairly positive image.
Either it was patching things up and saving the world, or it was putting someone out of their misery and then trying to bring them back to life.
As the Warehouse's current administrator, his own actions had undoubtedly been the same.
And yet this top-tier Tool Person, who worked hard every day and never missed a day, was actually some kind of ultimate crystallized creation?
That twist was a bit too explosive. It practically sent the situation hurtling toward the conclusion that the apocalypse had arrived.
Everything had long since become incurable, to the point where even the outside help they'd brought in could only wield divinity in the shape of the apocalypse.
Why did the administrator have to be an outsider?
He'd had that question for a long time.
After all, the arrangement seemed extremely inconvenient. It was like having to cross the dimensional barrier to pull someone in every time.
And the outsider even had an extra, fatal weakness compared with the natives.
But after witnessing that apocalyptic scene just now, he seemed to have found a somewhat reasonable explanation.
The entire world had already been hit by a dimensionality-reduction strike. The only ones who could still somewhat protect themselves were a handful of resilient Higher Beings.
In such a situation, the only way to cultivate a Tool Person who could stand apart was to bring in fresh blood from outside, untouched by the pollution, and try to make the