The next day, evening, South Korea, Capital City.

Two figures were leaping across the rooftops in the neighborhood.

They were fighting, with fire and wind energies exploding into a dazzling display in the sky.

A moment later, the two figures stood on different rooftops, looking at each other.

They were two youths who looked like high school students.

One of the youths pushed his glasses up and said in a deep voice:

"It seems you’ve won this time, but you won’t be so lucky next time."

The youth with dyed yellow hair lazily held the back of his neck and laughed:

"You’re Wind Element, I’m Fire Element, why don’t we study some combo techniques together."

The bespectacled youth thought for a moment, then smiled:

"Makes sense."

At that moment, a family opened their window.

An elderly woman wearing an apron leaned out and shouted at the youth on the eaves:

"Stop playing around, Zhi Hao! Come home for dinner!"

The bespectacled youth said to the yellow-haired youth:

"My grandma is calling me home for dinner."

The yellow-haired youth looked at his phone:

"Then I’m off to the internet cafe, see you at school tomorrow."

With that, the two figures quickly disappeared from the rooftop.

This scene was witnessed by a man in the neighborhood.

His name was Cao Yi, the director of the Xia Country Security Administration.

Cao Yi was temporarily visiting the South Korean City Defense Director, and meeting with the City Defense Director wasn’t something that just happened at any time.

However, being the director of the Xia Country Security Administration, a high-security official agency of the new era, the City Defense Director gave him face and arranged to meet the next day.

Cao Yi was someone who liked to keep his work and personal life separate, and he would think about finding some fun even while on a business trip.

Originally, he wanted to stroll the streets to see if he could find a South Korean lady for the night, but instead, he saw two Extraordinary fighting each other.

Out of curiosity, Cao Yi followed them, not expecting to find two high school students sparring.

Cao Yi’s eyes were filled with seriousness.

Those two high school students’ ranks weren’t high, about Tier Two.

However, the fact that two Extraordinary were openly sparring in the neighborhood revealed many issues.

This era has completely changed.

Just like in the anime Naruto, ’Ninjutsu’ has integrated into public consciousness and is widely accepted by this era.

Cao Yi sighed.

Pioneers of an era always face various problems.

For those of them who are the first to try new things, what does the future hold?

What will the world become?

Cao Yi lost his desire for fun and drove back to the hotel in the car temporarily provided by the South Korean officials.

Cao Yi took out his phone and started scrolling through short videos on TT.

Today, a certain piece of news was spreading like wildfire.

Cao Yi furrowed his brows as he scrolled through his phone.

Aside from edgy videos, his phone was filled with that particular news.

A dark-themed blogger, in a room full of alternative beliefs, was frantically shouting:

"The end of the world is coming! The Death God is the path to redemption!"

A person dressed in a black nun’s outfit, though it looked quite suggestive.

The dark-themed nun prayed devoutly with hands pressed together:

"May Lord Death God lead the lambs out of the fog."

Cao Yi continued scrolling through his phone.

His phone had high security clearance, allowing access to major short video apps worldwide.

The short videos he was currently watching were primarily from South Korea.

In just one day, the end-of-world news spread throughout South Korea.

"Seven Commandments Association."

The name of this organization appeared in Cao Yi’s mind.

The Seven Commandments Association worships the Death God, and Cao Yi speculated that the cult leader Ma Tao might be an ancient Extraordinary or a member of the Demon Club; either way, it must be related to the Death God.

"Is the Seven Commandments Association beginning to show its claws?"

Cao Yi murmured.

The apocalypse is a catalyst for spreading the ’Seven Commandments’ creed, a significant opportunity for the Seven Commandments Association.

Members of the Demon Club all know that a black rift will appear in South Korea, and the Seven Commandments Association’s appearance to gather belief at this time is indeed a good move.

Cao Yi dared not imagine, if the Celestial Race completely descends and black rifts appear worldwide, what would become of the Seven Commandments Association?

With the backdrop of the Spiritual Energy Revival and the apocalypse, the Seven Commandments Association might even become an academic discipline.

Cao Yi smiled to himself wryly:

"Maybe the Celestial Sect will be gone, and it will all be the Seven Commandments Association.

’Nuns’ turning from demure to boldly dressed borderline women.

"As long as the Seven Commandments Association causes trouble in South Korea or other countries, just don’t let it spill over to Xia Country."

Cao Yi is a member of the Demon Club, as well as the director of the Xia Country Security Administration.

He must balance the two roles well.

Fortunately, Ma Tao respects boundaries, causing chaos in other countries but never going too far in Xia Country.

Speaking of this, Cao Yi suddenly stopped.

He suddenly realized that after the Spiritual Energy Revival, the whole world is being controlled by the Demon Club.

Cao Yi squinted his eyes:

"It’s a bit like the Death God ruling the Mortal World."

Cao Yi put away his phone, took a bottle of strong liquor from the bar, and poured it into his mouth.

He walked to the window, gazing at the round moon in the sky:

"Indeed, humans cannot achieve the heights they conceive.

Human thinking can never compare to that of gods."

It’s not that gods are so smart, but that they know too much about the world and have too many things to exploit.

Human ignorance is not about emotional or intellectual quotients but ignorance akin to a frog at the bottom of a well.

...

Late at night, South Korea, Capital City, a certain manor.

Security guards in black suits patrolled the manor, handguns holstered at their waists.

This kind of well-trained private security, akin to mercenaries, is unseen in Xia Country but is the norm in this chaebol-controlled nation’s upper society.

A fully-equipped Maybach S800 drove into the manor, and two security staff hurriedly jogged alongside.

The car stopped, and the bodyguard in the passenger seat quickly walked to the back, opened the door, and thoughtfully placed a hand on the door frame to prevent their master from bumping their head.

A black silk-clad leg in high heels elegantly stepped onto the marble ground.

Next, a dignified woman in a black coat with styled hair emerged from the car.

Her name is Nam Ji-ah, thirty-five, a well-known Black Widow in South Korea.

She was originally the mistress of a high-ranking, well-connected official, and after her elderly benefactor passed away, she seized the entire estate from his legitimate son through iron-handed means.

"Madam."

The butler walked up to Nam Ji-ah and respectfully took her handbag.

Nam Ji-ah, accustomed to being served by all, walked into the villa expressionless.

The butler and personal bodyguard followed closely behind.

Nam Ji-ah stopped at the door of the villa’s basement, the butler and bodyguard halting immediately.

No one was allowed in the basement, not even for cleaning.

Nam Ji-ah pushed open the basement door, and all the sensor lights illuminated.

The floor was lined with a red carpet, and religiously significant murals adorned the walls.

Nam Ji-ah took off her coat and walked to the statue at the center.

The statue depicted a Death God in a black robe holding a scythe.

Nam Ji-ah lit three incense sticks and placed them in the burner, kneeling devoutly.

A voice sounded beside her:

"You’re very fortunate."

Nam Ji-ah turned sharply:

"Who’s there!"

Nam Ji-ah saw him, a slender man from Xia Country in a red robe.

Nam Ji-ah quickly clasped her hands together:

"Your Eminence, Sect Leader."

This man from Xia Country was Ma Tao.

Ma Tao walked steadily to the Death God statue, respectfully bowed, and then said:

"South Korea is on the verge of an unprecedented crisis, which will be your key to becoming the Black Priestess."

Nam Ji-ah’s beautiful eyes rounded, her gaze gradually transforming into delight:

"Master, can I become the Black Priestess?!"

The status of the Black Priestess is only below that of the Sect Leader.

Ma Tao nodded:

"From this day forward, use all your connections and funds to promote the Seven Commandments."

Nam Ji-ah’s pretty face held some doubt:

"I’ve done that before, but the City Defense Directorate has already warned me.

If I continue promoting the Seven Commandments, I’m afraid the City Defense Directorate will sanction me.

I’m not worried about my business, just concerned that I won’t be able to continue contributing to the Seven Commandments Association with my connections."

Ma Tao snorted:

"South Korea is almost finished; why care about them?

Once you ascend to the Black Priestess, your mural will hang in Huaqi’s Seven Commandments Cathedral.

You can go anywhere in this world, can’t you?"

Nam Ji-ah stared at Ma Tao in astonishment:

"Is the end of the world real?"