D Zone.

    A tin house surrounded by vines and flowers.

    Several groups of people stood at the entrance.

    Even though there were often frictions and even brawls, leading to many grudges, here, they all became “composed.”

    After a short while.

    The iron door slowly opened.

    A small wooden figure covered in thorns was thrown out, breaking into several pieces on the ground.

    “Get out, all of you!”

    An old female voice echoed from inside the tin house.

    Bang.

    The door closed.

    The practitioners looked at each other.

    Finally, someone couldn’t hold back and slammed against the tin house wall, shouting:

    “Shaman Cai, we paid enough fees according to the rules, how can you just give up halfway?”

    Thump!

    An iron fist emerged from the wall, sending the person flying, rolling dozens of meters, and falling unconscious.

    As everyone’s anger flared, the old female voice once again resonated from inside the room:

    “Get out!”

    This time, the voice was filled with murderous intent.

    A pair of vertical pupils appeared on the house wall, staring at the crowd, as if ready to strike at any moment.

    Facing these eyes, the practitioners felt as if cold water had been poured over them, and they immediately calmed down.

    A middle-aged man in a martial artist’s traditional jacket said in a deep voice:

    “Shaman Cai, you and I have known each other for decades. I’ve already paid the money, and I’m not even asking you to act, but at least let me know what’s going on.”

    As soon as this person spoke, the intense killing intent that enveloped the entire scene subtly vanished.

    Everyone involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief.

    The old female voice finally spoke again:

    “Every leader present here has a strange identity, and so does he!”

    This didn’t convince everyone.

    A Black Man wearing sunglasses asked, puzzled: “But your ability, Shaman, is the ‘instant death’ curse. You’ve gotten rid of many such guys in the past.”

    “I saw his strange ability,” the shaman said.

    “What is it?” the Black Man asked.

    “I can’t say, that requires a fee, but I can tell you—”

    “If I curse him to death, he will make me die at the moment of his death, and he will survive instead,” the shaman said.

    Everyone fell silent.

    In that case—

    The shaman’s anger was understandable.

    Originally, she was going to kill a prey, but the prey could fight back and kill her. How could she not be angry?

    “Please calm down. For this matter, we will find another way.”

    The middle-aged man from before said.

    “Why provoke him? You might as well get along with him. I have a premonition that this is the best way to handle it,” the shaman suggested.

    The middle-aged man smiled and didn’t respond.

    The Black Man, however, spoke up: “There’s not enough to go around, Shaman Cai, we’ve received a prophecy—”

    “He’s going to be the leader here.”

    “So his only outcome is death.”

    Temporary detention room.

    Shen Ye sat in front of the bed, drinking a bottle of iced orange juice.

    Opposite him.

    The sink still displayed “Leaking.”

    Next to the cookie crumbs on the table, a “Expired Food” notification appeared.

    As for the wall—

    The four words “Steel Interlayer” floated in the middle of the wall, unmoving.

    Shen Ye was waiting for future word entries to appear at this time and had nothing to do, so he developed some interest in this “Steel Interlayer.”

    He drew out his Youhuang Blade and lightly scratched the wall.

    A piercing metallic sound rang out.

    A line of small text popped up:

    “Indestructible.”

    Hmm?

    Shen Ye’s interest was immediately piqued.

    Such a wretched place, and yet the wall is indestructible!

    What’s the mystery behind it?

    As he was thinking, he saw the scratches on the wall disappear.

    At the same time.

    A large chunk of gold in his ring disappeared.

    Shen Ye was stunned.

    Because this style was all too familiar.

    Just like…

    He pondered for a few breaths, then suddenly raised his blade again and lightly pressed it against the wall.

    Faint small words immediately appeared:

    “You used the divine power ‘God’s Taking’ of the Youhuang Blade to take something from the steel interlayer.”

    The small words flickered and then disappeared.

    Shen Ye held a phone in his hand.

    —This was the item hidden in the wall.

    Had it not been for the Youhuang Blade and the information about the wall he obtained through Susu’s Soul-Eroding Seed, who would be so foolish as to deal with a wall?

    Moreover, this was an indestructible wall!

    Phone—

    God really knows me.

    Shen Ye composed himself, turned on the phone, and saw a line of small text appear on the screen:

    “Are you willing to uncover the truth?”

    Does that even need to be said?

    “Let me see,” Shen Ye said directly.

    The next moment.

    He felt himself entering a sea of fire.

    This fire was the fire that consumed all.

    Endless universes and worlds all turned to ashes in this blaze.

    An old man in a white robe stood before Shen Ye and said:

    “The meeting fee requires you to give 90% of all your assets in gold. Do you have any objections?”

    “Why so much?” Shen Ye asked.

    —This was undoubtedly God.

    “It’s a great deal—it includes the secret I’m about to tell, the right to use my likeness, and a small complimentary gift for this meeting,” the old man said.

    “Alright, let me know the secret,” Shen Ye said helplessly.

    The old man pointed a finger.

    In the void.

    A streak of white light began to spread and condense into a form.

    Wherever the white light emerged, all destructive forces gave way, and various other forces in the void could not harm it in the slightest.

    Shen Ye was somewhat surprised.

    It seemed this old man was making his move for the first time.

    Could he really be that powerful?

    Wait.

    “Since you’re so powerful, why didn’t you come out and help sooner?”

    Shen Ye couldn’t help but ask.

    God said, “In the face of an already predetermined outcome, it’s meaningless. It’s better to hide until the last moment—”

    “At the beginning of the Entropy Age, I used my ‘Omnipotence’ to create a ship like this, to shelter you all, the living beings.”

    “It is called ‘The Other Shore’.”

    The Other Shore.

    So this ship is The Other Shore!

    Shen Ye pressed on:

    “Where is this ship taking us?”

    “It only exists within the Age of Entropy, waiting for this era to pass.” “—It will carry you to the future!”

    As God’s voice fell, the white light transformed into a gigantic ship that overshadowed the sky, its head and tail out of sight.

    Shen Ye was deeply shocked, and just as he was about to say something, he found himself ejected from that scene.

    He was still standing in the room, holding the phone.

    Only one icon remained on the phone.

    Under the icon were a few small words:

    “God’s Gift.”

    Shen Ye reached out and tapped the icon.

    The words “Weather Forecast” immediately appeared on the phone screen.

    Immediately after.

    A rough male voice sounded:

    “Currently broadcasting the disaster situation in your area.”

    “The D Zone of The Other Shore where you are located is passing by an extremely terrifying historical fragment.”

    “Beware.”

    “An incredibly troublesome fellow has descended upon D Zone.”

    “It will stay here for two days until The Other Shore passes completely through this historical fragment and leaves far away, at which point it will have to return to history.”

    “Small tip:”

    “That monster will kill everything in D Zone.”

    “Please deal with it for God.”

    “—God doesn’t like his ship to be covered in blood and bones.”

    Shen Ye quickly read it, his expression blank.

    In short—

    What kind of weather forecast is this!

    This should be called a disaster forecast!

    He put away his phone, got up, exited the room, and entered the hallway outside.

    In the hallway.

    A man with a bushy beard was squatting on the railing, eating a bento box.

    As soon as Shen Ye appeared, he smiled, narrowing his eyes and saying:

    “You know about me?”

    A word entry floated above the man’s head:

    —Deep Cavern Lord.

    Shen Ye observed him, shaking his head.

    Ridiculous mom opened the door for ridiculous—

    It had reached the peak of ridiculousness!

    He vaguely remembered that “disasters” and “anomalies” were things that happened in the multiverse.

    How could they be here too!

    And—

    How did I become a hitter?

    —I might not even be able to defeat the opponent!

    “Who are you?”

    Shen Ye asked.

    “Stop with that,” the man said, eating his meal and laughing, “My existence is a secret. When the secret is disturbed, I know it’s you who discovered it.”

    Shen Ye was about to respond when his expression suddenly changed.

    He saw a group of men and women approaching from the end of the corridor, armed with weapons and looking menacing.

    Looking back.

    Dozens of powerful practitioners also appeared at the other end of the corridor.

    —They were closing in on this side!

    Tsk.

    What a bother.

    “Frankly, I was already prepared to deal with you—I have quite a few good helpers.”

    Shen Ye said confidently.

    “Meaningless.” The bearded man waved his hand casually.

    Two afterimages flew from his body, sweeping through the entire corridor.

    Flesh and blood smeared the walls and passageway.

    People.

    All dead.

    “You, a powerful being, making things difficult for us ants, what’s the point?”

    Shen Ye couldn’t help but ask.

    The man held his bento box, took a few more bites, and then said:

    “I finally found The Other Shore, so naturally I have to try to see if I can stay.”

    “Besides—”

    “You’re taking up too much space. I don’t like having too many people around me.”

    Shen Ye nodded silently.

    Understood.

    Existence itself is a sin.

    —Such an enemy, should I fight it?

    His mission is “D Zone Administrator,” and he must defeat all the powerful individuals here.

    This guy must be the strongest enemy!

    Shen Ye pondered while looking up.

    The future word entry has not yet appeared.

    It probably needs a little more time.

    Then—

    “I won’t let you have your way,” Shen Ye said.

    “Just you?” the man laughed.

    “My strength isn’t great, but I have a move that almost killed the High-Dimensional Lord in the past—take this!”

    Shen Ye shouted.

    When the man heard him say “almost killed the High-Dimensional Lord,” he couldn’t help but show a serious expression.

    “Is it really that strong?”

    He smiled and extended his hand.

    At the same time.

    Shen Ye reached into the void, opened a door, stepped in, and disappeared.

    The man.

    He disappeared!

    Disappeared!

    ed!

    …ed.

    The bearded man was clearly stunned.

    “A door ability user?”

    A door opened.

    Shen Ye stood inside the door and waved his blade casually.

    The man raised his hand to block it, not caring at all.

    Clang, clang, clang, clang—

    Amidst the fine clanking sounds, everything on the man’s body disappeared.

    “Listen up, give me back my stuff! Now!”

    He roared furiously.

    “I won’t listen, the turtle is chanting scriptures!” Shen Ye said.

    Through the door—

    He swung a few more slashes.

    This time, the man learned his lesson and twisted his body a few times, returning to normal.

    At the doorway.

    The bearded man tried to enter the door.

    But it was no use—

    The rule that “only those Shen Ye permits can pass” was fully utilized by Shen Ye!

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