Silence. Silence. A long, long silence.
Yas's silence stood in stark contrast to his companions' blazing fervor.
Of everyone present, aside from the companion closest to Yas, probably no one understood why he had fallen silent.
They were all believers in the End Times—fanatical ones at that—and that was why Yas had selected them and gathered them together.
That mysterious Mr. X had indeed begun as only one person, but by now, he had become a group.
Yas said nothing. He merely walked step by step to his room, shut the door, locked it from the inside, and sealed himself away.
A full half day passed before Yas emerged from his room. He went to a patch of open ground nearby, fixed his bloodshot eyes upon the sky, and roared, "Zhao Cheng, I know it. You definitely know who I am. You can definitely hear me."
"Answer me! Why—why has the God of the End Times I fabricated become real?!"
"Is an evil god truly about to descend, or did you just play a bored little joke on humanity?!"
"Answer me!"
"What exactly is humanity to you?!"
Yas roared himself hoarse, utterly hysterical.
He had completely broken down—or perhaps he simply no longer cared. In the past, he would not even have dared mention Zhao Cheng's name, thinking that perhaps Zhao Cheng might not be able to find him after all. But now, he was throwing all caution to the wind.
As for Yas's companions, they watched the crazed Yas and did not dare approach him.
"I heard that sometimes, when people get too happy, they can go mad too. Back in Yanhuang, this sort of thing seemed to happen a lot in ancient times. From what I understand, for this kind of condition, you just need to find someone