A keen flying sword plunged into the earth, pinning [Delusion], now reduced to a single hand, to the ground.
[Delusion] gave a smug sneer and looked at the newcomer.
"Too late. This place will soon become Purgatory. Not just [War]-all those sleeping Calamities hidden in the shadows will awaken, come to this land, and destroy it utterly!"
Wang Jianshe pulled up his sword, cursing as he lifted the lump of rotten flesh on its tip.
"There's always some Calamity trying to wreak havoc on us. What's in it for you?"
Questioned like this for the first time, [Delusion] looked at the old man before it as though he were an idiot.
"The whole world has become a paradise for Calamities. Only your place is different. You don't fit in, you know that?!"
Gong Jieyong rubbed his palms together and spat.
"To hell with your 'don't fit in.' We think you're the ones who don't fit in. Why do some Calamities have pursuits of their own, while rotten scum like you don't even have any dignity as Calamities?
"Compared to the Calamities we defeated before, don't you think you're something the times have left behind, you little piece of trash?"
[Delusion] answered as never before, shouting fiercely, "You're the trash! Trash the Universe doesn't need! Just watch. Those powerful Calamities have already awakened. They'll soon raze this place, and you'll all die! All of you!"
Its furious, frustrated roar betrayed how thoroughly it had been rattled. Seething with rage, [Delusion]'s desire to kill reached its peak.
Those words again. That kind of talk again.
"We were born in answer to the times! What right do you have to say my existence has no value? What right do you creatures who should have been annihilated in time have to deny my existence?!"