Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

He simply sat cross-legged under the dark night, uttering not a word.

Area A and Area B seemed like two regions that were reflections of each other.

One was appearance, the other reality.

He lifted his head to gaze at the ancient bell in the sky, and after a few looks, he lowered his head, closed his eyes, and rested his spirit.

The laughter around him slowly dissipated. People looked at Zhou Baiyu with bewilderment, unable to understand why he had stopped.

But soon, they too had their answer.

Just as they did not dare to climb the ladder themselves, how many in this world dared to face their fears directly?

In the end, it was but a delusion.

As the emotions of the crowd receded, people gradually dispersed.

After hearing the story, everyone thought Jiang Xianwu would definitely climb the ladder. But after waiting for hours and seeing he was only sitting there motionless, all they could do was express their disappointment with faint, lowly laughter.

Time passed, minute by minute.

As the first rays of light touched the crimson earth, the temperature of this laugh-filled hell began to plummet rapidly.

Everything here was the opposite of Area A, and it was intensified.

The people in Area A stretched comfortably in their beds, and a pleasant, indulgent day began.

The sunlight fell on them, warm and cozy. But upon those in Area B, it was bitterly cold to the bone.

It was in this moment of biting cold that Zhou Baiyu slowly opened his eyes.

"Sorry for making you wait. I don't know if I can successfully climb the ladder, but if I am to climb, I must wait until daylight," he said.

Zhou Baiyu offered no further explanation.

People stared at him in astonishment.

"Are you saying you're going to climb?" The elder's eyes lit up with hope once again.

When Zhou Baiyu sat cross-legged, they all thought that the young man had succumbed.

But at this moment, Zhou Baiyu's aura began to spread little by little.

He nodded and without a verbal response, he stepped toward the ladder.

Upon reaching the ladder, Zhou Baiyu heard waves of laughter.

The laughter was weak, but there were simply too many people reveling.

For the first time, he realized that laughter could mix with such complex emotions.

Zhou Baiyu's fists clenched tightly, his resolve bursting forth, his gaze as bright as stars suddenly lighting up the sky.

He finally took a step and set foot on the first rung of the ladder.

In Area B, the laughter of countless people erupted—whether from the weary Jiang Lu, the dying old man, or the tens of thousands behind him—all emitting a heated chuckle.

In that instant, Zhou Baiyu no longer saw a ladder reaching to the heavens but a long bridge with no end in sight.

A solitary figure appeared before Zhou Baiyu.

At the same time, countless people in Area A suddenly showed ferocious expressions.

They seemed to sense some sort of crisis, all turning as one to look toward the location of the ladder.

But there was nobody at the ladder. The next second, they resumed their revelry.

Yet for some reason, the smiles on their faces became frozen.

In Food Castle, the reminder of the burly chef Luo Zan, wielding a huge cleaver, let out a strange laugh:

"Another foolish boy challenges the ladder, hahaha."

At the far end of the central area, Boluke slowly opened his eyes and said to Aiou beside him:

"Rebellion occurs in Area B, and it seems that Area A lost a person last night. It seems we underestimated Jiang Xianwu, but no matter, he is weak."

In Boluke's mind, only the strong could climb the ladder.

But Boluke did not know that Harvey's strength back then was not only in the body but also in the soul.

The person embarking on the ascent, although incomparable to Harvey, possessed the same undying will, the same unyielding spirit.

Aiou was more cautious:

"I will head to Area B. Regardless, those who threaten Lady Reina's Divine Endowment should be eliminated."

Boluke nodded. Of course, she did not believe that Jiang Xianwu could climb the ladder like Harvey did, especially the latter half of it.

After all, she was the only one who knew why Harvey had "failed" at that time.

However, even so, Boluke would not let Jiang Xianwu climb unopposed.

Aiou left silently, ready to head toward Area B.

The pressure from the ladder, the endless sorrow not yet shouldered, and the pressure from the demon race began to converge on Zhou Baiyu.

But Zhou Baiyu paid it no attention.

He believed that those legends who had come with him would never become slaves to laughter.

He had insisted on waiting through the night, wanting to move only when the daylight broke, because he wanted to send a message.

Now, he did not know if his companions had received that message or what had become of them amid these days of laughter and joy.

But there was only so much he could do.

The solitary figure began to take steps.

Zhou Baiyu also started to follow and proceed.

The journey to the heavens, began.