He closed his eyes. Inside him, the Trait Tree glowed. Hell's darkness, humanity's life and death, Heaven's order—three Traits converged upon the trunk like three rivers flowing into the sea.
"Fear" served as the main trunk, supporting everything.
"Gestation" was the root, plunging into the void; "Depression" was the bark, wrapping around the powers still struggling; "Irritability" was the fire, burning away what should not remain. Arrogance, hypocrisy, and depravity had all become part of the trunk.
The entire tree was growing, growing brighter. Light surged from its trunk into his veins, into his bones, into his soul.
They flowed through his body like water, like wind, like something indescribable.
"Creation."
He had touched it.
It was an origin deeper than power itself—the underlying law of the universe, the beginning of all things. He could feel it there, in the deepest part of his Trait Tree, like a sleeping seed.
But it was incomplete, fragmented. Those fragments were scattered across different worlds, different dimensions, different timelines.
And Apocalypse World was one of them.
Wu Heng opened his eyes and looked at his hands. The lines in his palms were glowing—not only with the light of the Hell Mark, but also with the light of Creation.
It was faint, but steady.
He rose and walked out of the meditation chamber. Martin was standing at the door.
"President, the energy fluctuations from the rift have been fully analyzed. The coordinates of Apocalypse World... have been confirmed."
Wu Heng nodded. "Make preparations. We're going to that world."
Martin froze for a moment. "Now?"
Wu Heng looked at him.
"Now."
Martin asked no further questions and turned to relay the order.
Wu Heng stood alone in the corridor, looking out at the dark crimson sky beyond the window. He raised his hand. Within the