The Essence of Collapse, New Power

"Among the countless masses, there would always be one or two special individuals."

A pale hand opened, and pink cherry blossoms drifted down, lightly touching his palm. Their faint fragrance lingered beneath his nose. Wang Ya turned his hand over and crushed the blossom, then raised his head. Against the vast white sky, birds circled restlessly, as though they had sensed something.

"A special Perception Ability, seeing through the gaps between space and space, Illusion and Reality. Is it the world's instinctive response guiding the natives, or has some other ambiguous influence altered things?"

Wang Ya had crossed more than half of the ancient city. Native lives passed through his body one after another; he was like something nonexistent, an undefined presence, impossible to grasp or perceive.

He seemed to have become an observer. What he watched was not the native lives, but the changes in the world.

Could a world sense its own decline, the eve of its death?

Having plundered quite a few worlds, Wang Ya could confirm such matters.

Even outsiders who entered a world's interior would be targeted by the world as a whole.

Malice coiled around them, while the natives instinctively regarded them with hostility.

Gathering such information was part of the experience gained from plundering other worlds.

"Forget it. There are only thirty minutes left."

There were not many specimens worth cataloguing in this world.

There was only one target that interested Wang Ya.

At the heart of the city stood an ancient Japanese-style building. Magnificently dressed nobles came and went, most of them older, already middle-aged. Only the noble walking at the front was an exception. He was very young, with black hair and indifferent eyes, utterly out of place among those around him.

Looking closer, there was a mocking curve at his