War, war, war, war. Endless, ceaseless.
This world was like a public flush toilet, and a huge, thick, hard, black thing called war had been shat into it by four reeking perverts one after another. On top of that, there was enough malice to overflow it, along with all kinds of maddening things beyond human comprehension.
Someone was doing everything he could to press the flush button, but the water pressure simply couldn't wash those things down. The water even overflowed and nearly drowned him.
That bizarre metaphor almost made the Mage laugh himself out of his chair. Lictor stepped forward at just the right moment and steadied him. "What has made you laugh so happily?"
"Nothing. I can't tell you, Lictor."
He Shenyan buried the matter without a trace. With the great enemy before him, his mood was nevertheless extremely stable right now. After all, this time, he was fully prepared. Even if he really discovered something beyond his expectations...
It couldn't possibly be worse than Eternal Heaven coming to his door.
The Mage had a very apt metaphor for his current state of mind. He was like a middle schooler who had stayed up all night gaming and hadn't written a single stroke of his homework, with less than an hour left before school. That meant no matter how hard he tried, the homework could not be finished.
So his classmates would probably see someone walking into school with an open heart and a smile on his face.
That was He Shenyan's mindset right now—three Evil Gods were merging with one another, one Evil God was watching like a tiger eyeing its prey, and there was a group of super-energy beings who had crossed worlds to find him, hiding off to the side with ill intent as they