Drawing Lots

The stars were torn apart by waves of blood-red psychic energy.

The entire universe was accelerating toward decay and entropy under psychic catalysis.

After yet another universe was destroyed, leaving behind only a mass of Aether gradually being eroded by the Immaterium...

Qin Xa stood within the Aether, carving out an array to draw upon divine power.

Dark green, blood red, and black divine power—representing decay, brutality, and Ending—descended into the Aether. They formed a storm around the array, strengthening Qin Xa.

Then, as he seized that power, Qin Xa vaguely recalled something.

How many hopeless realities had he destroyed so far?

He could not remember.

Nor did he want to.

He had seen far, far too much despair along the way.

The humans in every destroyed universe had been completely wiped out. Some had not even had a Grave Keeper like Vulkan, because Vulkan had become a Daemon Prince, or for some other reason...

Having seized divine power through the terrible feat of destroying a reality, Qin Xa numbly picked up his long spear and the Sirius Sword, then turned toward the next reality.

He did not even think before choosing his next target.

And he instinctively accepted everything he was about to witness and destroy.

As he opened a portal, Qin Xa numbly took out a photograph again.

It had been taken on the day of victory in the Nuceria Uprising War. It was a group photo with Angron, the Gladiators, Rebel Army Soldiers, Freemen...

Qin Xa had been holding the camera at the time, so he was not in the picture.

Every time he destroyed a reality, Qin Xa would take out the photograph and look at it.

At first, he had wanted this habit to remind him of the past, of what he had experienced, of