The dim, blood-red Sky Screen hung low, and an aura of deathly silence pressed heavily upon the shattered land of the Douluo World.
The seven-day countdown to the plane's destruction was coldly etched into the eyes of every living being.
Seventy percent of their kind had turned to ash, while the remaining thirty percent of premium feed quietly awaited the fires of doomsday.
The Dark Envoys from Outer Darkness floated in the heavens, indifferently overlooking this feedlot on the verge of being scrapped.
Across the entire continent, there was no resistance, no roar, no fighting spirit—only boundless fear, humble to the bone.
Just as all living beings sank into silent despair, the blood-red words on the Sky Screen suddenly changed.
A more piercing, more vicious ultimate lie buried for countless ages was brutally torn open before everyone's eyes.
[The ultimate hidden lie: taming all living beings' instinct to cling to life.]
[Gods and darkness selected layer upon layer, altering the nature of living beings over hundreds of millions of years.]
[Those who resisted were exterminated. Those who obeyed were preserved. Humble, weak-boned creatures were deliberately cultivated.]
[The so-called desire to survive is, in essence, the voluntary plea to be penned, drained, and slaughtered.]
Those few lines instantly shattered the last scraps of dignity possessed by every surviving being.
Blood-red comments exploded across the sky, filled with bone-chilling coldness and absurdity.
[So even our desire to survive was conditioned into us?]
[The gods deliberately killed off everyone with backbone and left behind only cowardly weaklings!]
[No wonder no one dares resist. We were turned into obedient livestock from the very core of our being!]
[We thought we wanted to live, but what we really wanted was to become feed!]
[From beginning to end, the Douluo World was not merely physically penned