Apocalypse Forecast

"A divine showdown, Huai Shi."

Tong Ji looked down at Helios, shrouded in an invisible grid, her smile becoming immensely pleasant.

Helios represented the afterglow of the Age of God, the last piece of land graced by divine favor on Earth.

Since Publius intended to create a god on Helios and was already near completion, this place was equivalent to being under the witness of God and Sky’s Command.

At this moment, Helios was undoubtedly before God’s Seat.

Here, all the struggles and battles that occurred were integral components necessary for recreating God through the mystic ritual. Given that, wouldn’t it be perfectly logical to use the age-old method of gods to resolve disputes?

"So, I just did a little trickery."

Tong Ji smiled, raised her fingers, and mimicked an almost nonexistent gap.

By utilizing the existence of God’s Wedge, she briefly simulated the presence of a god and, using it as proof, instantaneously seized the highest authority of Helios, forcefully advancing the [Event Correction] of the Book of Fate.

This was her move during the administrator accounts’ fierce struggle over authority, hitting the server’s factory reset to take control and even giving the server a new system on the side.

A blink of an eye, the hen turned into a crow.

The server room was still the same, yet inside, everything had completely changed.

New equipment was swiftly connected, and a new administrator account was added!

By using space’s dual attributes of ’Current Circumstances’ and ’Hell’, and "Lord of the Flies" as a medium, resonance was achieved, calling to the world beneath the depths.

Through Huai Shi’s Casting Furnace, the shattered Perpetual Core was summoned, connecting the Town of Dusk with Helios.

Simultaneously, the projection of the Town of Dusk and the prototype of the Heavenly Prison Fortress descended upon this place.

In other words, if you carefully examine everything that just happened, you’ll find out.

During this process, the one providing her divine nature was Publius, the one offering the opportunity was Garand, and the one maintaining this patch of the Town of Dusk was... Mikhail far in Hell!

"Three Great Grandmasters are serving you alone!"

When Tong Ji explained this, she couldn’t help but beam with excitement: "Can you believe it, your luck couldn’t get any better!"

"..."

Huai Shi’s mouth twitched.

One could almost sense Mikhail’s resentful stare from far in Hell.

Why is it that even in space you can cause such trouble, little buddy? Is there something wrong with you?

Initially, Mikhail was ready to burst into rage.

But alas... Helios was just too appealing, even without doing anything, merely acquiring a bit of divine nature would greatly accelerate the progress of the Heavenly Prison Fortress.

He could only pinch his nose and accept the blame, supporting Huai Shi.

And had to say thank you too...

It’s really annoying!

That’s why he hasn’t shown his face until now; after all, I’ve given my support, and whether you gain the main prizes or the leftovers, and how much you can scoop, depends on your own capabilities!

"So, in other words..." A vague realization dawned on Huai Shi.

"That’s right."

Tong Ji nodded, clapping her hands joyfully, "Elder Sister has successfully brought them to your level, and now you can defeat them with your rich experience!"

Those are good words, but it still feels like something’s wrong here.

Huai Shi’s eye twitched frantically, feeling a subtle sense of humiliation.

Next, only one question remained...

"How to fight?" Huai Shi asked.

Tong Ji thought for a moment and smiled. "Like... this!"

She raised her hand and snapped her fingers.

Instantly, in this ’Disc World’ filled with fog and grids, the ground suddenly churned, dragons and snakes emerged, and dozens of fortress-like towers rose from the earth.

Some towers were ethereal and misty, like souls; some towers were unpredictable, constantly in transformation; some towers stood like stone tablets; some towers were scarlet like blood; and some towers were covered in green vegetation, completely eco-friendly.

And finally, where Huai Shi stood.

Beneath his feet was the tower that once dominated the entire Town of Dusk, the incomplete ’Perpetual Core’.

In an instant, layers of iron light converged, and he appeared on the former Sun Caster’s throne, standing as a tripod with the nearby Soul Tower and Tower of Transformation.

This was where Publius and Garand were!

Right next to them was He Di, with a sullen face atop his Bone Tower, seeming to be made of layers of stacked skeletons; a four-sided pyramid full of ancient Egyptian charm, adorned with divine carvings, where Priestess Yima stood; and surrounded by layers of halos, the Furnace Tower, resembling a huge, winged dragon, towering and menacing.

Huai Shi rubbed his eyes.

And rubbed them again.

Then rubbed them once more.

Until his eyeballs were almost bursting out, only then did he dare to confirm — crouching atop it was a little dog of friendship!

Wagging its tongue, gazing around blankly.

Then it lowered its head and bit the chair beneath its rear.

Across the entire Helios, all survivors sat on towers of varying heights, including the former Exploration Team members... but it seemed like someone was missing. Huai Shi carefully surveyed several times before finally confirming.

Iz, Iz Coatre was gone!

As if they never appeared at all.

Could they be dead?

Quickly, his attention was drawn by a shouting voice...

It was Skeleton.

Skeleton sat on a tower as well, but this ’tower’ was at most half a meter high, barely better than a small stool, squeezed to the utmost edge of Helios by the towering structures around it...

It was practically the spectator’s seats already.

Completely excluded from the contest participants...

Then, everyone felt a surge of magnificent divine nature flowing — above the sky dome, that illusory sun slowly rotated, sprinkling blessings like rain.

Under the shower of light, a mighty bell tolled, and countless grid-like plots began moving swiftly.

Confronting each other.

The fog rose again, covering everything, leaving only each other.

Huai Shi looked up, facing the equally puzzled opponent across, that old alchemist with a cold expression seemed familiar, but did not leave an impression.

And He Di, starring at Huai Shi with eyes wide open, burning with hatred.

Next, divine radiance descended from the sky, transforming into two rows of silhouettes, appearing in front of both sides.

"What is this?"

Huai Shi looked around at those familiar scenes, feeling more and more a sense of deja vu.

"Simply put, the mystic ritual now running on Helios is a divine showdown inherited from the Chaos Era. Even I can’t interfere or manipulate it again. It itself symbolizes the divine judgment of absolute fairness.

After unifying all chaos, it competes in order for the strongest under order."

Tong Ji explained diligently: "You can imagine it as a brutal elimination match, only the last winner can solely own Helios.

And this mystic ritual will create powerful projections based on your expertise, your Stigma, and special items on you.

You can use the divinity granted by Helios to purchase them.

The match begins with ten points of divinity, automatically increasing by one per round, and if you win, you earn a point, but if you lose, none is added, and you’ll be attacked by projections existing on the field.

If you lose all health points, then it’s game over, expelled from Helios, and all your divinity goes to the opponents..."

Huai Shi felt increasingly uneasy as he listened.

Until he suddenly realized, shouting, "Isn’t this damn thing just the auto card game by "Super World Ambition", the parent company of the Card of the Ages!"

"More or less, it’s something they copied after all."

Tong Ji calmly waved her hand, pointing at the projection in front of him, "By the way, you’re running out of time..."

Huai Shi was stunned, instantly looking ahead.

Seeing the last ten seconds of the countdown.

And across from him, He Di seemed to have figured out what was happening, selecting five silhouettes first from the projection, now looking up and glaring at him with resentment.

Nine, eight, seven, six, five...

The time left for him was dwindling.