"Brother!"
Qin Manyi threw herself into Qin Manjiang's arms, crying.
She had never imagined Qin Manjiang would go this far for her.
Qin Manjiang held her calmly. Although the smile on his face was warm and gentle, he seemed nothing like his former self.
Just then, as he held Qin Manyi, he seemed to suddenly sense something and asked, "Are there other people here?"
Qin Manyi nodded vigorously. Her eyes shone with a hazy gray light, and the empty, boundless space quietly warped. Another "space layer" appeared.
"I thought... maybe I could do something, so..."
Translucent figures floated unconscious in the "space layer." When Qin Manjiang saw their faces clearly, he froze for a long time.
"Thank you for all your effort..."
Qin Manjiang let out a soft sigh.
Pure white light burst from his eyes. Suddenly, a rift tore open in the world that belonged to Qin Manyi.
"Let's go. This will be my first time going there too... to the real world."
The real world.
Fu City.
A huge crowd had gathered in Central Park.
Everyone wore red clothes or was wrapped in a red robe.
Bloody flowers carpeted the ground, and red candles flickered.
On a raised platform amid the crowd, a middle-aged man in a bright red robe spoke with eloquence, loudly preaching about the "end of the world."
He began with the enormous red pupil that had appeared in the sky, saying that humanity's inherently evil nature had finally enraged the god, who would soon send down divine punishment and wipe out everything in the world.
Those who believed in the Red Pupil God now could survive the apocalyptic catastrophe and become the god's representatives in the new world, establishing the rules anew.
Below the platform, people stood shoulder to shoulder in a noisy