The Bullet shot into the [Abyss Human]'s heart.
Redemption, Purification, release...
A flicker of light appeared in the human's vacant eyes.
He tilted his head back.
He looked at the young man holding a gun in the sky and opened a mouth that had not opened for untold years.
As a human, with the past he had remembered again in that instant, he spoke to Ye Qiyan.
"Thank... you..."
He turned to ashes and vanished from this world forever.
[??? What have you done?]
[What power-is this?]
Ye Qiyan blew away the wisps of smoke drifting from the muzzle.
Listening to the noisy whispers in his ears, he confirmed one thing.
There was no trap, no probing.
Was this True God named [Abyss] really just this... bad?
No, perhaps that word was a tiny bit too harsh a description.
But it was not hard for Ye Qiyan to guess that, before becoming Abyss Species, these beings transformed by him might have been mighty figures in their own lands, or creatures of extraordinary talent.
Whatever they had been, if they fought the current Ye Qiyan with their own abilities,
then the outcome would never have been as absurdly simple as it was now.
[Abyss] was the manipulator behind them.
And precisely because of his control, these warriors who should have been powerful could only rely on their formidable physical attributes to overwhelm opponents through raw stats.
Though Ye Qiyan often did similar things himself, it was hard to imagine how someone as utterly devoid of combat experience as Abyss had become the pinnacle of the Wasteland Species.
If he had a question, he should ask it.
[Bewitchment × Rebellion]
Ye Qiyan asked in a terse tone, using the power of Bewitchment.
But it seemed he had once again overestimated this [Abyss]'s