The regression continued. Gradually, his tall, burly body began to shrivel, and the sinister black cross on his face was erased.
"My... my Abyssal Divine Power!!"
He discovered in terror that his power was draining away madly.
He was regressing, returning to ten years ago!
Ten years ago, he had not yet been God's Hand. He had been the weakest Parasite Hand.
That was his dark history, a period of time he feared and loathed beyond measure.
But he would soon miss his days as Parasite Hand, because Time Reversal was still continuing.
Even the Parasite Divine Power dissipated, and God's Hand completely turned into an ordinary mortal.
A ragged beggar with a hunched body and weed-like hair, reeking of someone who had spent years scavenging through garbage heaps.
This... was what he had originally looked like.
"My power... my face... no, no, no!"
The beggar stood there blankly, his eyes hollow and his entire body trembling.
In the blink of an eye, he had been cast down from the altar, falling from the clouds into the mud.
Yet he still retained all his memories. He remembered reaching the pinnacle, controlling the Abyss, ruling the eastern and western continents, and standing high above all as God's Hand.
But that was all he could do—remember.
He... had lost everything he had once been proud of.
The beggar lowered his head blankly and looked at his withered, filthy palms. Smelling the years of grime on his body, two streams of tears uncontrollably rolled from the corners of his eyes.
Decades! From fighting wild dogs for food to reaching the pinnacle, it had taken him decades!
Yet with a light turn of the dial, Calamity Heaven God had effortlessly erased everything he had gained over those decades.
Bang!
God's Hand dropped powerlessly to