Surrounded by an endless chaotic void and a deathly silence, awakened from a hallucinatory dream, Joshua wordlessly raised his head and looked at the darkness around him—this time, the darkness was not just darkness, it was a mixture of all the bitterness, despair, and struggle.

In the midst of this darkness.

Joshua could hear the children who had lost their parents to the war crying in the empty house.

Joshua could hear the old man, who had lost his children to the natural disaster, staring at the tombstone speechlessly.

It can even be seen that young people who are oppressed by the dark system and have no way out can only choose the tears that come out of death, and above this, there is a desperate society that has completely fallen into a dystopian system.

It can be seen that in the early days of industrial society, the middle-aged man who was squeezed by the factory owner to the point of breathlessness and had to take care of the life of a family of five when he went home sobbed silently, not because of his broken body, but because he was worried about how his family would continue to move forward after his death.

Contradictions are not only wars, nor are they all grand destructions, they can be hidden in the smallest details, they can be hidden in the system, they can be hidden in the hearts of all desperate people, and they will never be easily revealed unless necessary.

One individual can never understand another, the joys and sorrows of life do not understand, although people can cry the same way, but for others it is just a boring noise, and they are separated from each other by the abyss.

Joshua stared at it all, he could hear, he could see, he could even touch, he could feel it.

He could see the grief of natural disasters - loved ones died before him, or even died to save himself.

He could feel the confusion in the war - his comrades were dying worthless because of stupid high-level contradictions, and even he was about to die because of stupid orders or being abandoned by his commander.

Industry is overdeveloped, caught in a world of extreme pollution, newborns are born and die early, they come to this world before they even have time to look at it, they are dying because of the defects and pollution in the mother's womb, and even their own mother's corpse and two lives. Even more so, babies born in some places don't even have brains, they never lived in the first place, and they don't know whether this is good or bad.

Because of the change in the weather, simply because the sun was a little farther away, or a little closer, there was a great drought and snowstorm, and the children of the rich peasants in the village were taken away by the hungry, and when they were found again, even their bones were broken and sucked, and among the people who had migrated due to famine, the mothers fed their children with blood, the men cut off their own flesh to feed their wives, and the more desperate people, even exchanging their children to eat each other, crying, despairing and guilty to eat the pieces of meat, struggling to survive, but could not do so.

More and more ugly, more and more desperate.

The shadows of darkness spread endlessly, and in the extremely dark abyss, the silver stars were almost completely covered.

Countless worlds and civilizations have been destroyed.

But who should be blamed and condemned?

Resentment of both sides of the war, the misuse of weapons, or the war itself? Resentment of natural disasters, climate change, or the laws of nature?

Pointing at the sky and scolding, or trampling on the earth to vent your anger? Is it to denounce the lack of social system, or to criticize the inferiority of civilization and life?

It's all too empty.

Surrounded by the silver stars, the infinite chaos flowed rapidly, as if trying to struggle out of something, time passed, with all its might, it finally broke through some shackles—it was the roar of an evil god that had not yet been born, and the voice seemed to be like a long crying howl, like a wounded and dying beast, in pain and despair, mixed with anger and sorrow.

Endless memories are surging, and it is roaring, questioning the meaning of existence. Endless tears flowed, and it was confused, wondering if there was only sadness in life.

Listening to this voice, Joshua seemed to see the rotation of the times, infinite memories, infinite history, and unfolded an incomparably long, seemingly never-ending path in front of his eyes, in which countless lives and races sprouted and died, and countless worlds and civilizations were destroyed.

In ancient times, in some worlds, because small molecule organic matter and macromolecular aggregates did not evolve into the rudiments of single-celled organisms, life was naturally impossible to talk about.

In some worlds, because of the stable climate, algae life has taken over the world, and they have lived for billions of years without any change, without any evolution, until a meteorite arrives, and they are destroyed.

The ancestor of intelligent life has just left his homeland, but he is hunted by powerful creatures that have never been seen in a foreign land, and intelligent life that cannot spread to the whole world is locked in place by too dangerous beasts, and loses the possibility of further progress and infinite future.

In the Stone Age, intelligent life, which could only use primitive tools, was powerless to resist even a catastrophe-level change, or even a simple tribal war and migration, which could lead to the extinction of several groups.

In feudal times, a single major plague was enough to kill the world's population, and perhaps with luck, there would be survivors, but if there were not enough people, civilization would naturally become extinct.

Every era, every decision, has the potential to destroy a civilization, to make a genocide, and the invisible big filter filters out any unlucky civilization and world - but the more developed the civilization, the less important the luck component brought about by changes in the natural environment, and conversely, the more advanced the technology, the higher the probability of the civilization itself being destroyed.

Whether it is the age of steam, the age of industry, the age of electronics, or the age of war, all have the ability to destroy the vitality of a nation, the slaughter of civilizations among individuals produces extinction more than any natural change, and intelligent life with steel creations prefers to kill its own kind rather than kill wild beasts.

And in the solar age, when the secrets of the stars can be discovered, war becomes even more terrifying, and any nuclear country can easily set off a war capable of destroying the entire ecosystem, not to mention the cosmic age, the more technologically advanced, the more dangerous civilization becomes.

And that's just the technological civilization – for those who possess extraordinary powers, the journey is even more difficult, and in the feudal era, they possessed the power to destroy themselves.

Joshua could hear the wails of more and more world collapses.

Because of the advent of the demon tide, the sudden appearance of ghosts and monsters invaded the civilization, causing the collapse of society, and the evil precipitated at the bottom of civilization and human nature was awakened by extraordinary power, and then devoured civilization itself - the world of Xiboya is not an exception, any civilization that suddenly appears with extraordinary power will inevitably set off a war, and plunge the world into an extremely dangerous extraordinary war.

Even if the contradictions are barely suppressed, demonstrations, riots, rebellions, bizarre, revolutions are not uncommon. There are superpowers, relatives and friends do not have superpowers, there are superpowers, relatives and friends also have superpowers, no superpowers, relatives and friends have superpowers, and none of them have superpowers...... Just such a relationship can divide the original structure of order, and even the slightest deficiency in the social system will lead to the collapse of civilization.

Extreme civilization will create the most extreme bitter fruit, but in this world, there has never been a stable and eternal and stable civilization, which is a stone, not a god.

Self-extinguishing –

Self-extinguishing –

Self-extinguishing –

Wrapped in infinite memories, towards the depths of the seemingly endless corridor, Joshua heard, the cry of countless sorrows, the countless confused doubts, the song of the unnamed evil god, the voice that sang of destruction, the voice of death.

Warrior Enlightenment.

The 'Evil God of Sorrow' calls for the destruction of civilization, and its existence and power are not to create contradictions and strife out of thin air, but to induce civilization to its natural destruction.

Born in the land of abyss nirvana, it is the self-destruction factor of all civilizations and the natural enemy of all worlds and life!

When sorrow continues to accumulate in the abyss, it is finally fermented by despair into the bitter fruit called death—in the cry of sorrow, the evil god named "death" is being conceived.

"Black ...... It's black! ”

"Please, don't go on, I just want to see the next dawn...... Don't you even want to leave this little time to this world?! ”

"This plan is likely to cause large-scale geological changes on the surface, and the approach is too radical for me to agree with...... But don't have time? Indeed, my term of office is coming to an end......"

"Do we have a future?"

At this time, Joshua felt that he was being wrapped in countless chaos - but the billions of billions, the memories of countless dead, countless fragments of the world that sank into the abyss, without being reborn or erased, were the subject of all this, and he could hear that countless people seemed to be whispering in his ears, as if they wanted to assimilate him and turn him into a part of themselves.

It can be seen that at the core of the extremely dark abyss, the silver stars have been completely covered in pitch black, and the original evil god structure has begun to condense and grow around the stars - even if Joshua has already activated the power of the Soul Burning King, it is useless, as long as he can't eliminate the resentment of these shattered world fragments and can't dissolve his grief, he can't divide this condensed chaos into countless '1s', and naturally he can't start purifying.

However, this instinctive condensation of chaos did not kill the warrior immediately.

- Time passed, in the darkness for too long.

All memories of the past have faded, and in the abyss, even dreams no longer exist.

Count the nights without dawn, and even the names are forgotten.

Countless fragments of the world that have died, sobbing in mourning.

What exactly is death?

The death of the body is only a change in the form of life for a transcendent being, and for a life with a strong soul, the death of the body is only the beginning of a new life.

And civilization, too.

Even if the 'flesh' is destroyed, there are still worlds and civilizations whose names are remembered by other civilizations, even if they do not die, if their names are recorded and praised to the end of the universe, even if they have long been destroyed, they will become de facto eternal.

The real death is the death of existence. It is those who have perished and have no name, have disappeared and have no memory, and when everything is over, no one remembers it, and it just quietly disappears...... All.

In the land of abyssal nirvana, there are countless 'dead' civilizations, who have even forgotten their names, only in this infinite chaos, in this extremely dark abyss, in this dark night where they can't see any stars, repeating their own stories that no one knows.

The Evil God of Death, in this sorrow that even time has been forgotten, condensed from the chaos of despair and conceived.

Joshua is their only listener, the only one they can talk to, a multiverse where no one can remember their names, no one knows their joys and sorrows.

They can only call

So.

Endless sorrow engulfed Joshua in this way.

……

But.

In the darkness, a silvery light pierced through the condensed chaos.

A bright light, lit up within the abyss without light.

The huge steel star began to shake again - you could see that crimson runes were spreading across its silver surface, and the chaos was also vaporized, as if it had restarted the engine of the core, like the heart of a furnace that was constantly heating up.

The interior of the world, the world occupied by countless chaotic mist, is rapidly receding, because in the very center of the world, an extremely condensed star is regaining its light, and it can be seen that the phantom of the four-armed giant god appears in the center of the star, as if sweeping the heavens and the earth.

Joshua van Radcliffe was indeed engulfed in grief.

But the warrior did not fall into sorrow.

"I see, it's because I thought of death at that time that that's why you showed up and chose me as the condensation point...... It was my fault! ”

It was I who awakened you, who should have been scattered.

Awakening from the chaotic illusion, Joshua reopened his eyes, and what flowed in his eyes was no longer the power of silver steel, but the pure and incomparably crimson brilliance, and the battle intent that surpassed the divine nature churned in his heart, making him clench his fists: "I actually gave up the battle - although it was only for a moment, I actually thought of dying together, chose an easy 'death', and gave up the possibility of working harder and winning the victory alive!" ”

"For a warrior, this is the greatest despair and pain!"

The extremely dark abyss, the chaos that had been temporarily repulsed was surging, and it wanted to continue to move forward, and the dark shadow spread again, as if it wanted to drown the shining light again.

However, the huge steel star began to deform in an incomparably violent roar and vibration, accompanied by an extremely strong light like a supernova, the giant god named 'World' was awakening and taking shape - it could be seen that with the change of the world's matter, a huge mass point began to condense behind the giant god, and the black chaos was pulled into it, turning into a Φ-shaped sphere and accretion disk, and endless bright light burst out from the poles of the mass point, turning into a spear that penetrated the darkness.

"I've fought dragons, beasts, scourges, chaos, and evil gods, and I've been in a desperate situation of death, facing a powerful enemy that is theoretically impossible to defeat."

- But just as predicament can be transcended, any 'impossible' existence itself is to be conquered and transcended by life, even if it is a sorrow called [self-destruction] and an evil god called [death], it is nothing more than that!

Above the silver outer armor, the crimson sparks began to fly, flickering ashes, wandering around the giant god, alternating between light and dark, they were blown by the blazing wind to the dark distance, dotted with stars, endless, like the fire of the prairie fire, never extinguished.

"Fighting against the inferiority of civilization and life, with grief, despair, and the ending called 'death'?"

Looking at the shadow of despair that was surging again, enough to engulf countless worlds, Joshua raised his hand, and the spear conceived from the poles of the mass point was held in his hand, pointing at the approaching darkness and chaos.

The warrior grinned.

"I like it."