Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

"You tried to make me detest humanity's evil, and I indeed detest it; you tried to make me sympathize with the goodness of the sincere, and I indeed sympathize,"

"But the instigator of such good and evil conflict is you."

The crimson Crystal Horn further penetrated Ryan's throat, and blood poured out.

At the same time, the vast Times Square seemed as if a symphony named death was being performed.

Countless people were stepping towards the "new world."

Ryan couldn't imagine... Was this person a devil? Did this person truly not care about the lives of these tens of thousands of people?

Did this person not detest the mobs outside at all? Not have any anticipation for that new world... at all?

When he was chosen as a fallen believer, he once heard a phrase from an executive of the All Gods Association.

"In the games of gods, they choose people who possess heroic qualities, or perhaps the little guys. They might choose those wealthy, powerful business elites, but they never choose those politicians who have already lost their fervor."

"Because those who strategize from the perspective of nations, in some sense, are gods to ordinary people."

"Gods do not pity the rise and fall of the human world, even if one command might lead to the death of hundreds of thousands, but can save millions... they will not hesitate to sacrifice those millions."

"None of them are heroes, but they can easily do things that heroes cannot."

Whether pioneers or purifiers, they are just like how this phrase described, unlike those cunning human elites.

Be it pioneers or purifiers, most have age restrictions.

This layer of selection filters out most influential and powerful individuals.

Even if occasionally there is an unparalleled talent, his impact on the world is minimal.

Thus, Ryan believed that this person, whether a purifier or a pioneer...

Should not possess such terrifying resolve.

Should not be the kind of tyrant who can watch tens of thousands die without even blinking...

Zhou Baiyu was indeed calm; at least, his facial expression seemed neither sad nor happy.

At the moment the Crystal Horn penetrated Ryan, when he saw the grand death bloom suddenly like a cluster of flowers, one after another, bursting into crimson...

He suddenly wondered if there was indeed a devil living in his bones?

Since when had he faced such choices without any hesitation?

Deep down, he was very afraid of this scene unfolding.

Not long ago, he was still a suicide crisis intervention officer, thinking he could save at least one person.

Memories flooded his mind at that instant, and Zhou Baiyu felt somewhat dazed.

After becoming a Pioneer, his worldview was hugely impacted.

Before his first entry into the Advanced World, Zhou Baiyu felt the fear of life's imminent departure.

After gaining the memories of "Jiang Xianwu," he feared that world where humans were like ants.

In the subsequent adventures, Zhou Baiyu faced many choices, mostly harmless yet revealing many cruel truths.

In these choices, he realized the "gods" hidden behind the scenes, only showing the tip of the iceberg.

He also realized time and again how a casual update from "us" could cause numerous human deaths.

Through these processes, Zhou Baiyu was actually growing.

Until the moment he rang the bell, he finally understood something—

Life is full of choices, a constant process of gaining and losing.

The true hero should be one who sets aside the life and death seen under a microscope and can make the right decisions from a macro perspective.

In the night without shining any light, such choices might not bring any surprises, but they could at least preserve the last hope in people's hearts and then smoothly walk towards death, becoming a dark kind.

By not ringing the bell in the sky, maybe the people of side B would always suffer, but at least, there is indeed a happy place of indulgence in this world.

Many actually know that some choices are better in the long run, but who is willing to move forward bearing the curse?

Zhou Baiyu came back to his senses; he had once again made such a choice.

This choice was so radical.

Ryan was dead. Ryan's death also led to many others' deaths.

At that time, Times Square was like a hell on earth, as well as a massive scene of a cult ritual.

He stared blankly around him, a huge sorrow beneath, yet his face was calm.

In the end, his hand did not tremble, and he skillfully extracted Ryan's Divine Imprint.

In that instant... the world's greatest source of pollution vanished.

Those with overloaded brains, who had become foolish, suddenly regained their logic.

Those troubled by the truth, who were in a panic, suddenly were no longer frightened.

But soon, people recalled that period, remembered the exploitation and deception from the outside...

The entire city was filled with a surge of resentment.

Of course, some remembered Ryan, the savior, and recalling his words, they quickly realized that Ryan was the only person within these walls who could lie.

Perhaps everything was caused by Ryan.

Some cursed Ryan, while others hoped that Ryan could lead them to reclaim what they had lost.

But Ryan was already dead.

In Times Square, tens of thousands of corpses lay like withering petals, with only Zhou Baiyu, like a foreigner standing atop the withered flowers.

More and more people flocked to Times Square, wanting Ryan to provide an explanation, or to reclaim what they had lost for them.

But in the end, these people only saw Zhou Baiyu amidst the blood.

Zhou Baiyu looked at these people, still calm. Not because he had become an unfeeling thug, but because he knew that things were not over yet.

In fact, he had realized a terrifying truth several days ago.

Even if the source of pollution was purified and removed, the birth of this atrocity had forever changed humanity; Hechuan City and Hechuan City were ruined.

These people would likely never build trust with outsiders again, right?

The reward for defense mode was just a universal item in all versions.

Like the ending slogan of a famous game—

Congratulations, you've completed the game, but was it all worth it?

Zhou Baiyu, watching the dense crowd that seemed to swallow him, saw his inner sorrow slowly fade, becoming calm not just on the surface but from the inside out.

How to get everything back on track, how to return Hechuan City and Hechuan City, the entire world, to a state before trust, violence, and bullying ensued.

Zhou Baiyu had already found the answer.

This idea had emerged several days ago.

Several days ago, Zhou Baiyu was worried about the atrocities committed against Hechuan City by other cities and countries... too harsh.

Many things could no longer return to their original state.

But the phrase "original state" reminded him of a feasible solution.

"Right! I can still do this! It's not over yet! There is still a chance to turn everything around!"

This was also another reason he dared to make his choice.

Murderer or criminal destroying the Country of Sincerity, Zhou Baiyu looked at the dense crowd surrounding the square. Although he was slightly perplexed, he was equally firm.

Standing alone in the square, he muttered to himself softly:

"These days, I've mostly seen ugliness and evil. When the soil for evil is laid, the darker side of humanity is inevitably exposed."

"I have also been pondering, this isn't the true offensive launched by the new gods. They are questioning me, the people I protect, whether they are truly worth protecting."

"I haven't found the answer. But I will do my utmost to return this world to its most normal state."

Every person you save encompasses both good and bad; how should their virtues and vices be reckoned?

Killing Ryan, in a sense, was just covering up the sins of those outside the wall, wasn't it?

This was a problem Zhou Baiyu had considered in the Land of Joy, and still, he had found no answer.

It was also like a mockery issued by the gods to their pioneers.

But he believed, in the process of stopping the apocalypse, he would definitely find the answer.

At least this time, Zhou Baiyu would return the gods' mockery.

The next second, Zhou Baiyu's figure disappeared.

(The next chapter will feature a new instance, yes, but this time it's a joyous type where the protagonist performs miracles in front of others. It's of very low difficulty. Such instances will keep being added, not always the kind requiring a desperate fight and revealing one's trump cards, but also those with side character difficulty.)