Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

But now, by some twist of fate, Karlando had been sealed, and this possibility had been sealed along with it.

Five massive divine statues sheltered the Pantheon.

Zhou Baiyu's luck, at least for now, ultimately couldn't surpass these five great divine statues.

All of his mutated artifacts had uses...

But none could help him escape his dire straits.

"No way out, no way out, there's no way out..."

He kept muttering these words, his voice growing more resolute and sorrowful.

The surrounding hungry ghosts were continuously slain, only to reappear over and over...

It was like the disorderly memories that emerge when a person is on the verge of death.

For some reason, he thought of rummaging through trash heaps for food as a Seamer child. Those stench-filled piles of garbage seemed to have diffused from memory into reality.

The next second, the scene in his memory shifted, and he saw his young colleague Li Ping softly weeping at a suicide intervention center.

Always comforting others, bringing hope to others, but such work sometimes magnified one's own negativity.

Soon, he thought of an encounter with a passerby during his time as a lecturer. The passerby said to him, "You'll get what's coming to you, you and your false marketing will meet retribution."

Zhou Baiyu wondered, what retribution is there really in this world?

That memory didn't last long.

Zhou Baiyu also thought of a classmate from first grade, actually an ordinary person.

He couldn't quite remember the face, but bizarrely, he thought of this person, who had built a sandcastle in the sandbox and invited him to play.

But he had looked down on it, thinking the fortress too frail.

Countless memories emerged, the fear of life and death seemed to have rendered his brain no longer under his control.

These memories seemed chaotic and disordered. They all appeared to be insignificant memories.

Nauseating stomach acid had already corroded the pitch-black armor, pitting it badly.

The edges even began to soften, like fish bones soaked in vinegar.

Zhou Baiyu suddenly stumbled and fell to his knees on the ground.

This was not only physical exhaustion but also a depletion of willpower.

The moment he fell, the potent gastric acid began to eat away at his knees.

But he felt no pain.

He looked up—

Zhou Baiyu felt so alone.

The corrupted seed is especially prone to being devoured by negative emotions.

He suddenly regretted, why did he come here?

What am I doing here? Will anyone see all my efforts?

If I die here, the people trapped in the cycle... will they notice me?

Is this world truly worth saving?

During the second defense mode, Ryan once asked Zhou Baiyu this question.

Is such a world worth your desperate struggle?

Why is it me? Why aren't the heroes and legends here instead?

A huge mouth suddenly emerged from the hellish sea of acid.

The largest monster lurking in hell—the gluttony that symbolized Lechter's will had finally appeared.

It was like a behemoth lurking in the abyss, baring its fangs at the moment its prey's awareness dissipated!

Zhou Baiyu only felt darkness surround him, as if something massive had blocked out the light.

He instinctively struggled, but then, endless strong acid began corroding him! The agony made Zhou Baiyu scream in anguish.

He flailed like a drowning man, struggling desperately in the hell of stomach acid, thrashing and howling.

And the light in his eyes grew dimmer and dimmer.

As the gluttonous mouth clamped shut, everything in his sight turned to darkness.

As the moment of death arrived, Zhou Baiyu sank deeper into the darkness woven by gastric acid—

Drowsiness slowly emerged.

"Poor little Charlie, the world will surely become clean and beautiful, your restraint and silence will one day meet a moment of understanding from others."

As his consciousness was about to plunge into chaos, Zhou Baiyu, for some reason, seemed to become Charlie from the hallucinations during the Divine Pillar corruption.

Trapped in the day his grandmother died, Charlie was left alone, the last person in his life who loved him gone.

Life would fall into an infinite loop, where he would eternally suffer the pain of losing his loved ones.

Tears were in Zhou Baiyu's eyes.

The crisis and fear of death had long since affected him.

In this process, Zhou Baiyu had experienced disordered memories.

He'd experienced negative emotions, a disdain and hatred for the world, and also regret.

But in the end—

What emerged was defiance, a love for this world.

Perhaps it was the intense pain that brought Zhou Baiyu a moment of lucidity.

He seemed to become more aware.

Those chaotic and disordered memories finally turned into the faces of old acquaintances.

The smiles of his parents, the smile of his younger brother Zhou Shou, Haoyun's smile, the chairman's smile...

"This world, it must... it must become clean and beautiful."

He began repeating this phrase in his heart.

As a man facing death, Zhou Baiyu was gradually letting go of certain things.

He was no longer repeating the words "no way out."

Instead, he kept telling himself, the world must become clean and beautiful.

The words grandma said to Charlie, it was like a virus devouring Zhou Baiyu's reasoning.

He was like a madman. Only this phrase remained in his mind. Even though he didn't know Charlie.

It sounded like a foolish phrase, like an ending from a fairy tale, but to him, it seemed like the only truth he could cling to.

"The world can definitely become clean and beautiful... The world can definitely become clean and beautiful!"