Lin Yan Leveled Up Three Times in a Week, Only to Discover Qian Yuhan Had Secretly Signed Him Up for a Membership

“Perhaps what they called Finality had never been a disaster.”

"Perhaps it was a world initiating self-correction after enduring for far too long."

"If civilization itself had become the diseased lesion, then removing it would not be destruction."

"If the continuation of one race could only be built upon the departure of all others, then perhaps its Original Sin had been written from the moment it proclaimed itself the protagonist of heaven and earth."

"Gods had no need to hate ants."

"Judgment had no need for anger."

"The world was merely clearing away an error that had already spiraled out of control."

At the end.

Two lines of text appeared.

[Finality is not the name of a disaster.]

[It is the process by which the world recalibrates itself.]

The video ended there.

The internet exploded.

"Are they sick?"

"Those lunatics from the Holy Spirit Cult are at it again?"

"Why hasn't the platform banned this?"

"The north is already a battlefield, and these lunatics still have time to preach?"

"The Abyss is slaughtering even evil soul masters. What are they after?"

"I even suspect they caused this channel malfunction! It's not impossible for the Holy Spirit Cult to be colluding with the Abyss!"

There were plenty of curses.

But what was truly frightening had never been those curses.

It was the people who left no comments.

The ones who watched the video to the end.

Closed it.

Then clicked on it again a few minutes later.

Because some words were absurd.

Yet they had struck precisely where this era least wanted to look.

Did no one really know what humanity had done to other races?

They knew.

It was simply that most people had never needed to think about it before.

As long as civilization kept moving forward.

As long