Everything was ready, and Qi Xia began the final step.
That was to resurrect all the “Participants,” “Zodiacs,” “Divine Beasts,” “Natives,” and “Ants.”
Including the Heavenly Dragon and the Azure Dragon.
This time, if everyone was to escape, he had to deceive the Twin Dragons completely. The slightest suspicion from them would lead to certain failure.
At the final moment, he even had to deceive himself.
Only when his subconscious truly believed he would fail would the Heavenly Dragon dream of success.
To start everything anew, all living beings in the “Land of the End” had to be restored to their original state at the same time—including the animals and insects in those bizarre games.
Except this time, those creatures born from “Soul Migration” would completely abandon their humanity and become true beasts.
To execute this flawlessly, the only thing Qi Xia could do was convince his subconscious that this was still seven years ago.
He told himself that he had merely had a very, very long dream.
In that dream, he had inadvertently experienced “Eternity.”
So when he awoke, everything would be as it was before, and he would return to the beginning of despair.
After experiencing “Eternity,” Qi Xia realized this step was exceptionally difficult.
After all, how could the “Land of the End” be more despairing than the City of Flesh and Blood?
To be cautious, he decided to test the stability of his “conviction” by first experimenting with the “Natives.”
But Qi Xia had overlooked the effects of “Eternity.”
He had spent too long in the world of flesh. When he first attempted to create a large number of living beings at once, he uncontrollably spawned thousands of faceless “Natives.”
The “Land of the End” instantly gained life, but this eerie vitality sent chills down the spine of anyone who saw it.
To deceive the Twin Dragons… to deceive everyone here…
How could he allow faceless Natives to appear?
Qi Xia initially thought he could simply erase them with a wave of his hand, but he soon realized this wasn’t his world.
The land here couldn’t directly absorb these faceless masses. If he wanted them gone… he had to resort to the most primitive method.
Killing.
Only when he began did Qi Xia truly feel that these were real “people.”
They panicked, trembled, fled—some even begged for mercy with desperate gestures.
This sensation shook his “conviction” slightly and began to reawaken the humanity he had long suppressed.
If killing Zhang Lijuan and Zhang Chenze had been a last resort in negotiations, then slaughtering these people had no justification at all.
They had appeared here because of a single thought of his, and now they would die for the same reason.
Qi Xia spent days killing. The faceless ones, driven by survival instincts, scattered in fear when they saw the “murderer,” forcing him to hunt them down one by one.
The more he slaughtered these innocent beings, the more his “conviction” wavered.
Who had been with him in this “Eternity”?
Why kill the faceless to save those with faces?
Struggling to maintain his resolve, Qi Xia eventually tracked down and eliminated every last faceless being, hiding their bodies in dark alleys and burying them beneath the streets. He smoothed the earth, relaid the bricks, and erased all traces.
He knew this secret had to remain hidden. If the faceless were ever unearthed, it would jeopardize his plan.
But realistically… who would dig up these dark alleys for no reason?
This failure taught Qi Xia caution.
A few thousand faceless beings had been manageable, but if he summoned the entire population of the “Land of the End” in such a state, his plan would fail before it even began.
He had endured an unimaginable “Eternity” not to fail again—this plan had to be flawless.
Returning to the “Train,” he focused on stabilizing his mind.
To succeed, he needed to recapture the familiar sensations of the past.
Though he was returning to seven years ago to become the Human Sheep again, everything had started in that dark interview room.
He sat in the empty room, staring blankly at the round table for what felt like an eternity.
Beside him, the Heavenly Dragon once again lost track of Qi Xia’s thoughts.
Standing silently, the two remained frozen in time within that hollow space.
Then one day, Qi Xia raised his hand and created a single being.
The Human Sheep.
Confused, the Human Sheep found only Qi Xia in the room with him.
“Recite the rules to me,” Qi Xia said.
“Wh—”
“Again and again,” Qi Xia murmured, eyes closed. “Rest for five minutes after every hundred repetitions. The days ahead may be painful, but I will free you in the end—erasing all your painful memories. Until then, you must never stop.”
The command embedded itself in the Human Sheep’s subconscious, dictating his existence.
Years passed. Qi Xia remained motionless at the table while the Human Sheep endlessly recited the rules of the “Nuwa Game.”
The stench of his rotting mask clung to his face, his mind fraying with each passing cycle.
To stay lucid, he spent his brief breaks poring over the “Zodiac Ascension Contract,” clinging to the faint hope it promised—and the name he barely remembered.
He wasn’t the Human Sheep. His name was Zhang Qiang.
But he had long since gone mad. He wanted to die, yet his subconscious shackles held him fast.
He felt cheated—what “absolutely safe path for Zodiacs”?
This was just another cruel “Eternity.”
Desperate to cling to sanity, he scribbled frantic amendments on the contract:
“Ignore all terms above.”
“This contract is void.”
“Kill yourself now.”
But he could only write—never act.
His torment was endless.
“Would you like to hear a story?” Qi Xia suddenly turned to him, speaking for the first time in years.
“A… story?”
“Many have experienced ‘Eternity,’ not just you.” Qi Xia seemed to be practicing communication—a harder task than he’d anticipated.
His audience was already insane.
“Many… have?” The Human Sheep stared blankly.
“Two million, to be exact,” Qi Xia replied.
The Human Sheep hesitated. Either this was absurd, or he’d truly lost his mind.
That number surpassed any “organization.” It could only be…
“Are we… a cult?” he asked.
Qi Xia paused. “No. Remember this—we are far greater than any ‘cult.’ We have a world.”
“Far greater… a world…”
That day, Qi Xia told him a story of “Eternity.”
Of two million others who had shared his torment, left behind in the void.
But soon, Qi Xia would kill the Human Sheep himself—erasing all memory of this.
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