The Savior Arrives

"Then, the district honored with this lord's Destruction Day Grand Prize this year is—drumroll—District 41!

That is, this lousy planet—the most famous so-called City of Science from long ago—West Capital.

Let's give our warmest applause and congratulate all the lucky winners of West Capital District! Wahahahahaha!"

Mad laughter, clapping, and cheers mingled together as they descended from the sky, brimming with utmost mockery and malice.

Below, amid the vast ruins of West Capital, A-Feng and the others looked as though they had been struck by lightning. The color instantly drained from their faces, and every one of them stood frozen like a wooden chicken.

"It's over—"

A-Feng muttered.

"It really is us—District 41..." The scar-faced youth collapsed onto the ground, his eyes hollow.

"West Capital is finished. We're all finished—" the skinny boy whispered despairingly.

"How about... we run?" someone said instinctively.

"Where would we run? Can you escape hundreds of kilometers away in the blink of an eye?" A-Feng shook his head bitterly, his face full of despair.

The voice from the heavens descended once more, like a final judgment. "All right! According to custom, before destruction arrives, this lord will grant the scum of District 41 one last tiny mercy—a chance to run.

Hmm—how about five minutes? Isn't that generous and humanitarian? Wahahahahahaha! Enjoy your final moments, bugs of West Capital. Bye-bye!"

The ear-piercing sound that covered heaven and earth abruptly ceased.

The youths in the corner of the ruins completely broke down and slumped to the ground, without even the strength to cry.

"Five minutes—haha... five minutes..."

A-Feng laughed miserably. "That isn't even enough time to run back to the underground shelter city."

"It's just playing with us. It always has been!"

"There's no hope, Brother A-Feng. This time... we're really dead for sure..."

"Dad, Mom, I'll