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A cold wind brushed against their faces, its mournful sound sending a shiver down the spines of even the gods, who should have no concept of temperature.
A chill ran through me.
"What kind of hell is this place?!"
"Where are you?!"
"Come out and face me!!!"
The god roared to the heavens, and his shattered body gradually recovered, once again radiating dazzling light.
Countless streaks of light flashed across the covered bridge, creating a dreamlike scene.
But beneath this beautiful scenery lurks a deadly trap.
The god, in a frenzy, wanted to destroy the covered bridge, but all that answered Him was endless coldness and silence.
After an unknown amount of time, the deity calmed down, regained his reason, and walked step by step on the endless covered bridge.
"This can't go on, I need to find a way out."
The deity moved forward steadfastly, his spirit and will were so strong that he could not be defeated by any difficulty.
The surroundings were quiet; apart from the sound of his own footsteps, there seemed to be no other sounds.
The god walked alone.
Time loses its meaning in this place.
No one knows how much time has passed, but the god's once upright body has become hunched over, and the body that once carried the stars has become like that of an ordinary person.
His determined gaze turned somewhat lost.
He continued walking...
until someday.
He suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with endless confusion.
"who am I?"
"Why am I here?"
……
Through Fengdu, Chu Yang witnessed the process of the gods gradually losing their way, and suddenly a chill ran from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.
Even though Fengdu was a Zanpakuto that was one with his soul, such a scene still terrified him.
Time flows differently on the Bridge of Helplessness than in the real world, or perhaps time simply doesn't exist there at all.
Chu Yang saw the god aging continuously, and the time he spent on the Bridge of Helplessness was far longer than he felt.
So long that a god who has lived from ancient times to the present day will forget everything and become a walking corpse...
What would happen if I walked on it myself?
Chu Yang shuddered.
"The Bridge of Helplessness, Oh, the Bridge of Helplessness..."
"Past events are like fleeting clouds; even thousands of years are nothing more than a river of spring water flowing eastward."
After the gods disappeared, the world returned to normal.
The area around the House of Evolution was devastated, which evoked a sense of desolation.
The battlefield center between Chu Yang and the gods was especially desolate, filled only with an aura of death.
"My lord, is it over?"
Mia flew to Chu Yang's side immediately and checked him over to make sure he was not injured.
"Master! Are you alright?"
Sonic burst out, pushing Mia aside, and began to fuss over Chu Yang.
Bangu and Bomb were too old to react as quickly as the younger ones, so they could only follow behind and eat the leftovers.
Chu Yang could only respond to them with a smile.
Genos was in a daze, the earth-shattering battle he had just witnessed was still vivid in his mind; he had never seen a battle of that level in his life.
Saitama's strongest thought in his heart wavered slightly.
A large number of robots were deployed by Genus to handle the cleanup work, and preparations were made to expand the House of Evolution.
Since the surrounding area has been almost completely demolished anyway, instead of repairing it to its original state, it's better to carry out a major overhaul.
This battle yielded a large number of monster corpses, and extracting their bloodline factors alone will keep us busy for quite some time.
The gods won't die anytime soon; when they do, they'll become part of the laboratory's cold storage.
Back at the House of Evolution, Chu Yang went upstairs, where Saitama and King's epic battle had just concluded.
Saitama won every game by a narrow margin, playing with incredible intensity and exhilaration.
Chu Yang was also very happy. Since the bald man hadn't participated in the battle, his laboratory was safe.
He patted King on the shoulder and smiled, "Thank you for your hard work."
Upon hearing the words of condolence, King almost burst into tears; heaven knows how much pressure he was under.
Saitama almost realized he was holding back several times.
"It's so noisy outside today, what are you guys doing? Having a party?"
Saitama put down the controller and asked with a curious look.
"That's right, we're preparing a big party to celebrate today."
Chu Yang smiled happily.
"What day is today?"
Saitama scratched his head, racking his brains for a long time but still couldn't figure out what holiday it was today.
"The Day Without God".
Chu Yang said meaningfully.
Saitama was even more confused; he had never heard of a day without gods.
never mind!
If you don't know, you don't know. Anyway, the party is much more important than the festival itself.
Saitama sat back down, picked up the controller, and said, "Let's play one more game. Remember to call me when it's time to eat."
KING turned to look at Chu Yang.
Chu Yang said, "Just play a game with him. It's all over now."
Upon hearing this, KING was startled, and his eyes immediately became exceptionally sharp and icy cold!
He sat down silently and picked up the controller with a serious expression.
"Hey, hey, hey, you seem like a completely different person. It's just one game, you don't have to be like this, do you?"
Saitama swallowed hard, feeling that King was a little different than before.
KING remained silent, staring intently at the screen, exuding a murderous aura.
Saitama felt inexplicably uneasy and began the game with trepidation.
Chu Yang smiled, silently wished Saitama good luck, and then turned and left.
About half a minute later, Saitama's wailing came from the room.
He was instantly killed by KING at full health.
The second game begins.
Got killed again.
The third game...
The two fought until dusk, when the sun dipped below the mountains and the stars gradually began to shine.
The aroma of grilled meat interrupted Saitama's torment.
KING put down the controller, got up with a happy expression, and left to attend the barbecue party downstairs.
Saitama lay on the tatami with a blank stare, like a salted fish without dreams.
at the same time……
In a very distant place, a tall figure was constantly traversing space, seemingly searching for something.
"Why has the aura of the gods disappeared?"
"I clearly trapped Him in another dimension, so how did He escape and disappear?"
"Damn it, I haven't figured out His secret yet!"
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