Seeing Laigushi's confidence, Laigushi sighed.
"Was my explanation not clear enough?"
"The Chrysos Heirs and the Titans are merely accessories to the experiment."
"After coming this far, you already knew how this world evolved. You witnessed how the Black Tide was born, grew, and ultimately swept over all things, destroying everything—"
"Generation after generation of heroes, gods, and worlds were all born to be [Destruction] by it."
"This is the end point calculated by Amphoreus—a perfect [Destruction] equation."
"?" Yan Huan froze for a moment, as if he had heard a rather sensitive word.
Destruction?
Cyrene asked seriously:
"In your eyes, are all those who sacrificed themselves nothing more than a string of insignificant numbers?"
Laigushi smiled calmly.
"Don't belittle yourselves."
"Compared to numbers, I'd rather compare you to [kindling]."
"Without kindling, there can be no dawn tomorrow."
Phainon's brows furrowed. "Even if that sun was born from destruction?"
Laigushi's tone remained utterly calm. "Heh. What a strange question."
"Have you ever considered that, after tens of millions of calculations, Amphoreus had already embarked upon another Path, one different from [Erudition]?"
"It had also long since distributed the gods' blessings equally among every child..."
"That is the Golden Blood flowing through your bodies. It came from the Wound-Bearing God, whose name is the same as [Destruction]."
"From the very beginning, Amphoreus's Chrysos Heirs were the kindling for an Aeon to burn the universe..."
Under Yan Huan's suspicious, bewildered gaze, Laigushi spread his hands and declared confidently:
"Amphoreus has been waiting for this moment for far too long."
"At the end of its empty, cold, and lonely calculations—[Destruction] has reached its destination."
He shouted at Phainon:
"NeiKos496."
Then he addressed Cyrene:
"PhiLia093."
"You need not feel regret. This generation of [Chrysos Heirs] is the most outstanding model, and the two of