An Xiaotong's Death

"Bai Ye!! How dare you harm me like this!!!" Rage twisted White Ze's handsome face into something grotesque. The skin on his face silently peeled away, fragments drifting down slowly before shattering before they reached the ground.

They broke into countless tiny crystalline blue motes and scattered with the wind.

Fuck you!

If White Ze could hear him, Bai Ye would have loved to point at his nose and curse him out. They were a hundred thousand miles apart—how the fuck was he supposed to harm him?

Did White Ze think he was the Painter, capable of taking the blame from afar?

"Ten thousand, a hundred thousand, a million... So many people remembered me. Damn it! You truly deserve to die, Bai Ye!!"

As White Ze raged helplessly, faint crystalline blue light burst from his body like threads stretching into the endless void before vanishing from sight.

Seeing this, Bai Ye fell into thought. He seemed to know White Ze's weakness now.

God-Taboo Object 039, The Forgotten Person.

So the answer had been hidden in the name itself. What the forgotten feared most was being remembered.

White Ze's passive ability was being forgotten, but the more people remembered him, the more frequently that passive would trigger, wildly draining his power.

Bai Ye grinned. No wonder someone as absurd as White Ze was only 039. He had two such fatal weaknesses. As long as someone knew them, even an ordinary person could deal with him.

White Ze must have suffered terribly in the Old Era. Communications had been advanced then; his face could be spread across the entire world in an instant, keeping him permanently frozen.

Then all they needed were a few hard drives to imprison him.

Heh heh heh... Bai Ye sneered. He felt like he was back in