The King of Black Fog

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At an unknown point, or rather, the very moment the concept of "time" emerged, the ever-surging river of time began to slow down.

Until it came to a complete halt.

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In the present world, whether it be Earth or the Divine Will Great Wall, whether a grain of sand on Mars with no significance, or a Divine Will Saint in a nameless place of the Divine Will Great Wall...

The year 1928 of the Republic, the Tang Dynasty, the west of endless worlds, the edge of the universe...

Everything fell into stagnation.

With one exception.

Upstream on the distant river of time, atop a Divine Tree lying across the water, matching the width of the river, dozens of Saints and tens of thousands of supreme Heavenly Position beings could still move.

Releasing their constraints, the strength capable of slaughtering everything along the river of time now hid on the very tree that once trapped them, like ants, to gain the basic ability to act.

They became truly the most isolated beings.

Simultaneously, an unprecedented immense fear engulfed them.

——Everyone, do you all see it? This is the power of the 'Winner'.

After a long while.

——Push forward!

As long as the 'Winner' doesn't show up, anyone has a chance!

What if they're not the 'Winner'? They are the most powerful beings since the birth of this world, what haven't they experienced?

Some among them had even resurrected from death, returning as Saints after being buried for hundreds of millions of years.

If you're not a 'Winner', then kill until you become one—that's the belief each of them holds, and they're confident enough to achieve it!

Li Changzhou, who brought all this about, was likewise trapped in a great blockade, his Divine Soul rising to the "surface".

"Above"—though the concept exists, it's impossible to confirm that above is truly above—a pitch-black space, while "below" is a frozen river, looking more like an immense, boundless transparent amber.

Within this amber, a single drop of water contains 5.76 billion bubbles, each bubble a world.

Li Changzhou could not see clearly.

Thankfully he couldn't, otherwise just one glance would have granted him endless knowledge, leading him either to become a bizarre creature or instinctively choose death.

Only death can annihilate everything, yet also shelter everything.

Car accidents, earthquakes, incurable diseases, man-made calamities and natural disasters—must one die to be annihilated, or is it to seek the sanctuary of death, to avoid the pain of living?

On the Glass River, black fog rolled and began to evaporate.

Although Li Changzhou couldn't see anything within the amber, his exceptional talent still allowed him to comprehend one facet of death from among the 5.76 billion facets.

This facet ranks as the fifth among the 5.76 billion.

His origin couldn't withstand it, and began to seek the sanctuary of death.

——Hey~ hey~ hey~ hey~, wake up.

Li Changzhou suddenly woke up!

The rolling black fog ceased to evaporate!

He didn't know what had just happened, only remembered staring at the solid river, somehow thinking of death, and then pondering around that thought for a moment.

He raised his head—or perhaps lowered it, as orientation was indiscernible here, even unclear if it was 'here' or 'there'—to see a figure appear in the seemingly impenetrable darkness "above".

It was a little girl.

Her exquisite black hair reached down to her ankles, with a slight smile—not friendly or happy, but her expression was so.

"Who are you?" Li Changzhou asked.

The little girl circled him once, constantly scrutinizing him.

——Your talent is not bad, you almost merged with death just now.

"Merge with death? Died?"

——And became a Saint.

"Became a Saint?"

——Don't overthink it. Saints can break free of time and space, even occasionally avoid billions of deaths, but if they truly fall into the top ten facets of death, they can't return, and it's also one of the only ten ways to kill a Saint.

"Death has different types?"

——Enough with the idle talk, Player 'King of Black Fog', 'Master', Official Player 'Wind of the Fourth World' represents the Value Game, accepting your application.

She extended a small hand forward, holding two items: a pen and paper.

——Please fill out the form.

"...Form?"

——Everything besides the 'Winner' has limits, and even though you gained the Primordial Divine Body, you can't fully perceive even the colors of the world, like 'The dragon battles in the wild, its blood mysterious and yellow,' you can't see the mysterious yellow, the color of heaven and earth, so you don't know what color dragon blood is.

——Oh, Azure Dragon, Gray Dragon, Yinglong are not dragons, just like the Creator God, Light God, Hercules are not gods. [Dragon] and [God] are unique.

——Those miscellaneous things, either self-aggrandizing or just for an omen, like naming with 'Qian', hoping for beauty; with 'Jun', hoping for handsomeness; with 'Hao', hoping to conquer the sky.

——Your grandfather named you 'Changzhou' also for good fortune. Speaking of auspicious, there's a 'Geely' car brand on Earth, probably named for a good omen as well? Same goes for Changan, Jaguar, Benz, BMW, and others.

——Which BMW is the real BMW? [BMW] has only one, like [Dragon], like [God], you might as well consider them as adjectives, and oh, about Saints..... Oh, we can't talk about Saints, it's a forbidden topic.

"..."

——'Honestly, I've never met someone who can talk this much in my life.'

The girl recited Li Changzhou's thoughts as if reading from a textbook.

Then, she raised a finger and shook it disdainfully, saying:

——I am not human, you are the human.