The Final Volume: A Tiny World in the Dust

I despise hope.

I despise people who are always full of hope even more.

Even the smallest spark, given enough time and opportunity, can grow into a prairie fire.

So, if I identify someone as an opponent, I will do everything in my power to extinguish even the smallest spark, crushing hope in its cradle.

However.

That's if I notice them.

Has the long wait made me complacent, or were they just too lucky?

Or perhaps a combination of both?

By the time I truly considered them my rivals, the sparks had already grown into a prairie fire.

For that, I must offer my respect, the bare minimum of it.

And then, I will extinguish their hope.

Sparks? Prairie fires?

What difference is there between them when compared to the sun?

A week has passed since the World Devouring Worm appeared and the shattered space formed.

Only one more week until the World Crossing Gate is constructed.

What do you have left? Time?

Somewhere in the South Spirit Continent, amidst densely vegetated mountains--

Swish--!!!

A figure in shades of purple and blue descended from the sky, landing heavily on the ground. The path he carved through the air left a perfectly circular, massive crater, far larger than himself.

"Hoo... hoo..."

Having entered combat form, Huang Huo, resembling a reptile, rose from the enormous pit. Everything within a thousand-meter radius centered on him was decomposing at a visible rate. Giant rocks crumbled into rubble, rubble into sand, sand into fundamental particles, and finally, vanished completely.

This was the effect of Huang Huo's Decay Field. All matter within the field would decay, the speed of decay inversely proportional to the distance from him. If the distance were reduced to a dozen meters, everything within would instantly turn to dust, an incredibly terrifying