Why Are You Still Alive?

At that moment, an extremely distant echo came from the direction of the Main World.

Something shattered decisively.

It was like standing outside a house and suddenly hearing something heavy fall inside.

Every being in the Main World whose power had reached the Archwizard level sensed something at that moment.

Some were worried, some were indifferent, and some... were ecstatic.

Paradise had finally lost its last leyline pillar.

The collapse of the entire sealing structure was not like an avalanche, all noise and thunder.

It was more like an overstretched net, quietly snapping its final warp thread at a node no one noticed.

Once it snapped, everything followed.

The prison that had existed in the dimensional interlayer for nearly two eras began to vomit its contents outward.

Forgotten forbidden knowledge needed no carrier. It was information in itself, overflowing outward in conceptual form, like a drop of ink falling into water and staining the greatest radius in the shortest time.

When certain concepts were inadvertently touched by a person's consciousness, they left a gap in that person's framework of thought.

The gap did not hurt or bleed, but from there, its edges began to quietly cave inward.

In the guard channels of Central Land, the first warning signals began pouring in chaotically before the alarm system even had time to trigger.

"Sea Area No. 9 Floating Island. Mass memory replacement among upper-level residents. Some claim their name is that of an ancient Archwizard who died long ago..."

"Sea Area Southeast No. 14. Localized gravitational reversal. Duration: two minutes and forty seconds. Verification in progress..."

"Peripheral liaison station has lost contact. Final communication showed everyone in the station simultaneously beginning to murmur in an unknown language. Contents impossible to identify..."

These signals piled up together, and the instinctive reaction of the