Sorry for the Inconvenience This Has Caused

Those born on a stage didn't know where they could escape to. Their entire lives were a drama.

Even if they knew they were on a stage, they couldn't find a way off it, let alone change the stage that trapped them.

But Gu Mian was different.

He could step down from the stage and then back onto it, so he could leave it—and even destroy it.

At that thought, he understood. "So that's it. Every time I start over, I repeat the step of 'taking the stage.' I get it..."

"What are you talking about?" Slaughter couldn't understand Gu Mian.

"I'm saying I can save you all. I can save this world." Gu Mian looked at the ghostly figures of the crowd in the distance.

After countless clashes, one side of the crowd had seized control of this world. They looked happy and carefree, as if they had no need for anyone else to "save" them.

But Gu Mian didn't care what they thought.

They didn't get to decide whether they needed saving.

Slaughter seemed to understand what Gu Mian intended to do. He drew a deep breath.

"Can you do it?" He didn't look at Gu Mian, only at the jubilant crowd in the distance.

"I've taken the stage and stepped down countless times. I could have done it many times before. But back then, I didn't know what was in front of me. Now I do."

"It should've happened long ago." Torment spoke from where he lay on the ground. The grass beneath him had turned to desert. He stared motionlessly at the sky, half his body buried in the sand. "This fucked-up world should've been gone long ago. I don't want to spend another second here."

As they spoke, the settlement panel in front of them