[Supreme Protocol "Final High Wall"!]

But dying was simple too. Colin could clearly feel that the moment he let go of the resolve in his heart, the existence behind him would immediately "grant" his wish.

The scenes flickered. After an unknown length of time, after struggling through one dangerous world after another and gradually acquiring the power of "Fate," Colin watched the youth from back then grow to a height that even now terrified him.

The rapidly shifting images slowly came to a halt. In an unknown world, in an unknown place, a white-haired old man draped in a black robe quietly raised his head, gazing up at the "lively starry sky."

His eyes were dark, filled with unspoken vicissitudes. On his slightly wrinkled face lay an indescribable madness.

Colin also saw strands like spider silk extending from the old man, connecting to the void and stretching into the fates of certain lives.

At that moment, he was only one step away from ascending to the divine throne of "Fate"!

Yet this powerful being was filled with the air of twilight, as lifeless as a true old man.

"For 'ants' to reclaim their own fates is far too difficult. Compared to those true geniuses who, with mortal bodies, stood shoulder to shoulder with gods, what does what I have achieved amount to?"

"And yet, even they came one after another, only to all fall upon this path."

"When we rose up in resistance, all we saw was a greater, more powerless despair."

"Even they failed. What could I possibly accomplish? My hometown no longer even exists."

The old man spoke calmly, as though he knew someone nearby was listening and observing.

His hometown no longer existed? Colin was stunned, feeling as if lightning had struck through his muddled mind.

But then, the old man's sudden