“Host, please complete the mission as soon as possible,” the system’s cold and inorganic voice sounded.
Yan Shu raised a hand to shield his eyes from the dazzling sunlight, squinting slightly. “System, how unfair. Why is it that I always offer a sincere heart, only to be deceived by others?”
“And why is it that the people who deceive me can still roam free and carefree, while I, while I can only hide in a place like this?” Lowering his head, mockery and madness were hidden within the shadows, his delicate and aloof face unexpectedly revealing a hint of ferocity.
“Once the host completes the mission, you will be able to return to your original world, your memories will be unsealed, and everything here can simply be regarded as a dream,” the system said.
“A dream? Simply regarded as a dream?” Yan Shu began to laugh, a quiet laughter, yet the system caught a trace of hysteria within it. “So those people, are they just going to be let off like that?” His tone was ice-cold.
The system did not dare to speak.
A thousand years ago, Yan Shu’s memories had been sealed before he was cast into small worlds. He had to follow the system’s issued missions to be abused and abandoned, stopping at nothing to help the protagonist the one favored by the Heavenly Dao—succeed; otherwise, he would suffer agonizing punishment from electrical shocks, making him wish he were dead.
This was the one hundredth time, the one hundredth time he had been abandoned.
“It will end very soon,” the system could only say this.
“Yes, very soon… will…” Yan Shu’s voice blurred in the sound of the wind.
The system faintly sensed unease.
The next moment, its premonition came true. From its core program down to every single piece of data, it felt a burning, blistering agony.
An electric shock! The system shrieked in distortion, “What did you do?”
“Nothing much, I just killed the ‘protagonist’, that’s all,” Yan Shu said, his smile pure and innocent.
“How is that possible? I monitored your actions every step of the way, you didn’t have any opportunity to harm the protagonist!” the system screamed. Besides, with backlash of this intensity, the number of dead could not possibly be just a single protagonist!
A terrifying guess crossed the system’s mind: “You… when did you…”
Yan Shu smiled. “The very first world, of course. Why did you want to help the protagonist and abuse me? Behind the operation of all things, there is always the propulsion of interests, so there must be some connection between you and the protagonist. But since you kept a close eye on the protagonist, I tried planting psychological suggestions in him instead. He developed depression, and sure enough, your power weakened just a tiny bit.”
Yet it was only a tiny bit, so Yan Shu had to endure in silence, biding his time to build up strength.
And what would happen once a protagonist suffering from depression ascended to the supreme seat of the world? The system did not dare to imagine, nor did it dare to think what would happen to the people beneath him.
“With the world thrown into chaos and people plunged into misery, wouldn’t you feel any sense of guilt?” the system asked.
“Since you said this is a dream, why should I feel guilt, why would I ever need to feel guilt?” Yan Shu asked.
The world kissed me with pain, and I shall repay it tenfold.
The system was left speechless. It tried hard to think of a way to calm the host down, but as a result, its core program had already collapsed, and the system dissipated into raw data. Yan Shu chuckled as he grabbed a handful of fragments and ruthlessly crushed them.
Yan Shu emitted a satisfied sigh of contentment, and the world dissolved into flying ash.
Since the powers were connected, they were naturally mutual, not to mention that the foundations of this world had long been rotted away by him; the death of the system was simply the final straw that broke the camel’s back.
Yan Shu’s physical body vanished, while his divine soul was extracted, traveling through layers of spatial turbulence until it finally arrived in the cultivation world, being pulled into a physical vessel.
At the same time, Immortal Lord Yulang, who had been in deep seclusion for a long time, opened his eyes within his immortal cave, the depths of his gaze filled with a madness that had yet to fade. His appearance was an impeccable cold aloofness, his phoenix eyes sharp and arrogant, his skin as white as jade and his lips as red as blood. Were it not for the faint red traces at the corners of his eyes, the entire person would have looked precisely like an immortal cast from white jade.