Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

Blood and tears fell from the woman's nose and the corners of her eyes, landing on the child.

Sharp steel rods had already pierced the woman's internal organs, and above the floor, monsters were fighting furiously.

Corrupt species and demons, or corrupt species against corrupt species, conflicts often broke out among them.

The fighting of these monsters might afflict those humans hiding in the corners, living in fear.

The woman's eyes grew vacant.

The child watched his mother's effort to keep smiling and couldn't help wanting to cry.

Yet the woman, supporting her body with one hand, made a shushing gesture with the other.

It was hard to imagine how such a frail body could bear the weight of massive stones and steel rods to protect a child underneath her.

Mother and child maintained this quietness for a long time until the monsters left.

For that instant, the boulder on the woman was not moved, but the boulder in her heart had already been lifted.

"I'm sorry... It seems mom can't protect you anymore," were the woman's last words.

After she closed her eyes, her body seemed to be still trying hard, giving her all to shield her child from the collapsing world.

The child finally couldn't hold back and began to sob heavily.

"It's me who should be sorry..."

Once upon a time, this woman had been very beautiful. On the run to raise her child, she had not chosen to barter her child for survival like others. Nor had she abandoned the burdensome child.

Instead, she gave her all to the child. Her body became even thinner, her skin dry and darkened.

The child, witnessing these changes, had also cried and said:

"I have stolen mom's youth."

The woman only smiled, ruffled the child's hair, and coolly said,

"No, on the contrary, you are mom's second youth."

The child cried inconsolably, thinking that no matter how tough the apocalypse was, he wanted to survive it with his mother.

But now, he could no longer fulfill such a promise.

He began to cry loudly, his wailing echoing through the city's ruins.

Finally, he arrived at the Land of Joy.

The scenery before his eyes dissipated again, turning back into a speck of light.

This time, the light was even bigger than last time, merging two light spots into an even larger one.

They weighed down on Zhou Baiyu, and with these light spots on his back, his steps grew heavier.

Zhou Baiyu didn't stop walking. He had only one belief, to carry these people's grief to the endpoint!

To give back to them the right to weep and to grieve!

Thinking about these tragedies, enough to mark a lifetime, only to have them recalled with joyful laughter, filled him with immense anger.

Such anger endowed Zhou Baiyu with limitless strength.

His steps continuously moved forward.

In everyone's eyes in sector b, they saw something miraculous...

The old man's eyes widened in disbelief.

What firm steps those were. Even those who had once ascended the heavenly ladder felt its immense weight within a few steps, but this was the first time he saw someone climb the ladder like this!

Even the original Harvey couldn't walk with such resolve.

Jiang Xianwu was like a ruthless climber, facing the accumulating grief as if he had inexhaustible strength to keep facing difficulties!

Zhou Baiyu's journey was not easy.

He clenched his teeth, relying on the fire in his chest to keep moving towards the top of the heavenly ladder!

Along the way, more and more light spots gathered behind him.

He saw in the apocalypse, a brother sacrificing himself for his younger sibling, a mother for her child.

He saw steadfast lovers carrying their disabled loved one through escapes, never leaving each other's side, until in the end, the wife with crippled legs forcefully freed herself from her husband, screaming agonizingly for him to leave her behind.

Because she did not want to be a burden any longer, dragging down a person still full of hope.

Under the apocalypse, how numerous were the tragedies?

Some of these people came from shelters in Linxiang city, others from regions ruled by demonic tribes, or unstable, strife-filled human areas.

In their hearts, they all held one wish—to find a true sanctuary, a place that could withstand the apocalypse.

On this journey, for their loved ones, they stayed devoted, supported each other, doing everything possible just to keep one another alive!

But in life, can things always happen as one wishes?

Most of them, just before reaching the endpoint...forever lost their loved ones.

Not one person truly walked into the Land of Joy with a smile.

Because, under the apocalypse, where could there truly be happy individuals?

After numerous rounds of tragedy, after countless departures through death...

Zhou Baiyu found the number of light spots behind him growing.

Parents, spouse, children, friends—the relationships in the world are actually just those few types.

The tragedies of the world are also just those few types.

But Zhou Baiyu still felt, with each step he took, that he was creating immense regret.

These regrets had once slowed his pace, as he thought... how great it would be to reverse those tragic histories?

He really wanted to stop, the immense emotions built up inside him longing to be released.

But as the light spots he carried grew more and more substantial, he finally found some support.