Merchant From Earth in the Magical World-Chapter 553 - 386 Execution (End)_1

"Miss Hibel."

Upon hearing Chui Chui's voice, Hibel asked, "Can you explain the current situation to me? What did the conversation between the Master and that mage who proclaimed himself a god mean? And who were that black dragon and this man who just appeared?"

Chui Chui quickly said to Hibel, "Miss Hibel, I can't provide a detailed explanation right now. You just need to know that this battle truly concerns the fate of the world—whether or not we can break out of this cage. It also concerns the Master's life. Mr. Max is the Master's steadfast ally in this war and is completely trustworthy. Your task is to assist Mr. Max in trapping Raphael here, but you must not allow him to die."

Although Hibel didn't understand, she knew Chui Chui would never joke about Yan Xing's life.

"What should I do? Their power seems to be part of a war I cannot participate in."

"No... Miss Hibel, you too can possess the power of a god. Please accept the Master's gift!"

Thick, dark clouds shrouded the entire sky, while fierce winds whipped up waves that continually crashed upon Gryphon Island's shore.

Half a month ago, Gryphon Island had entered a state of lockdown.

Devoid of tourists, it had once again reverted to its former tranquility.

The howling wind carried its cries through the window, reaching President Yang as he sat in the temporary office, listening to his subordinates report on the catastrophic global weather conditions.

Yan Xing materialized out of thin air.

He asked, "What's the current situation?"

President Yang, accustomed to Yan Xing's unusual arrivals and sensing the change in him, said, "Volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, tornadoes, storms... The world is experiencing severe weather. Although the disaster level isn't high yet, if it's because of... because of the descent of a god, a devastating disaster could erupt at any moment. Has he already arrived?"

Yan Xing walked to the window.

The clouds filling the sky rapidly dispersed, the wind died down, and the turbulent sea grew calm again.

"No, He Qijiu alone couldn't muster enough energy to trigger a simultaneous global disaster. This is a great calamity unleashed by the world's mechanism in response."

President Yang asked, "What do you mean by 'world's mechanism'?"

"In terms we can more easily understand, it could be called 'Heavenly Dao.' Heaven is not benevolent; it treats all of creation as straw dogs... We are all just pieces on the chessboard, subject to the rules of Heavenly Dao. Now that a piece wants to leap off the board, Heavenly Dao will either replace that one piece or... replace them all."

President Yang seemed to grasp some of it. "What can we do? Can we only wait for Heavenly Dao, or for you, to decide the world's fate? I've never felt so weak and powerless. Even in the most difficult times before, I firmly believed that as long as we moved towards the right goal, we would eventually reach it."

"Feeling your own weakness?"

"I finally understand why ancient peoples worshipped gods so devoutly. Only by feeling His presence can one sense His might!"

Outside, dark clouds were gathering in the sky once more.

The wind picked up again, driving waves toward the shore.

Yan Xing smiled. "But in ancient times, no matter how powerful the gods were, they couldn't escape annihilation before Heavenly Dao because their strength was merely individual. This time is different. The civilization built by countless mortals has instilled fear even in Heavenly Dao, prompting it to unleash a great calamity to destroy our civilization. Look outside. Shouldn't we be proud of our current achievements?"

President Yang, Feng Tingyue, and the office staff walked to the window together. Gazing at the tumultuous weather again, they couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. To have pushed Heavenly Dao to this extent was truly an accomplishment.

"But pride aside, how... how can we survive this heavenly tribulation, Mr. Yan Xing?"

Only then did everyone realize Yan Xing had vanished without a trace.

He had left only a single sentence hanging in the air:

"Give me the energy I need, and I will go forth and tear this sky apart!"

When Yan Xing reappeared, he was already high above the mainland's airspace.

Below lay a familiar city, peaceful and quiet, basking in the bright sunlight. The roads were nearly devoid of vehicles, as all residents had been notified.

"An emergency situation has occurred. The city is now rationing electricity. Citizens are requested to remain at home or in other safe locations. Please do not panic. If you encounter danger, dial the emergency number immediately..."

Yan Xing looked down at the city below, then said to the young man beside him, "Must you destroy this world? The people down there don't even know your name, He Qijiu."

He Qijiu, appearing to be only fourteen or fifteen, wore a middle school uniform procured from goodness knows where, his hands tucked into his pockets.

Yan Xing's sudden arrival didn't elicit much of a reaction from him.

"Are you trying to persuade me?"

"Something like that..."

"Do you know what I've been through? What right do you have to persuade me?"

Yan Xing lit a cigarette for himself.

"I know a little. But grievances have their source, and debts their rightful collectors. With the power you now possess, I couldn't stop you from taking revenge even if I wanted to. Just control its scope, and we can join forces to deal with that entity above us."

"Hahaha..." He Qijiu burst out laughing. "You're afraid I'll kill you, aren't you, 'Contrary'? If you truly knew where I came from, you'd understand that people like me have serious character flaws. Humans are already the most perfect beings created by the gods. To think someone wants to make them even more perfect—how is that possible! Where there's an increase, there must be a decrease. Humans cannot surpass gods... I can't let go of the hatred for this world in my heart. The experiences of the past torment me incessantly."