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Followed by.
"Snap... snap..."
The cracks stopped spreading.
They were growing wildly across the entire shield at a terrifying speed that completely defied the laws of physics.
From a single point, it instantly spreads across the entire sphere.
It was as if an invisible net had enveloped the entire shield in an instant, and then suddenly tightened.
Less than a second had passed.
"boom--!"
The massive energy shield shattered with a muffled, mournful cry.
It didn't explode; instead, it disintegrated.
It transformed into billions of dazzling energy points, like a silent meteor shower falling from the sky above the battlefield, so magnificent it was breathtaking.
However, this is just the beginning.
The breaking of the shield is not the end.
It triggered a catastrophic and irreversible chain reaction.
Without the restraint of the energy shield, the extremely unstable and violent energy core within the castle of Jamato instantly went out of control.
Its enormous body, as if all its skeletal support had been removed, experienced a chain reaction of explosions from the inside out that were so violent they were unimaginable.
"Roar--!"
It let out its last cry, the last cry of its life.
The voice was no longer filled with the ferocity and tyranny of before, but with the purest pain and endless resentment at why 4.6 had perished.
Followed by.
Amidst deafening, continuous explosions.
That's the final, terrifying boss that left all the participants helpless and filled everyone with despair.
He was killed instantly.
Its massive, mountain-like body was disintegrated inch by inch and dissolved piece by piece in the towering explosion, eventually turning into nothingness.
The last smoke of battle was blown away by the fierce winds of the battlefield.
When the last flame was completely extinguished.
The whole world fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone stood there blankly, like weathered stone statues.
They opened their mouths wide, making hoarse sounds from their throats, unable to form a complete breath.
Their gazes were fixed on that figure.
The figure, still holding the extended finger, remained unharmed.
The brain is blank.
One finger, and the shield is broken.
One finger, kill instantly.
Is this... really something that humans can do?
No, this is definitely not human.
The man they had previously ridiculed and scorned as a "fool who doesn't understand the situation" and an "arrogant to the point of being stupid."
At this moment, in their eyes, they are no different from the true "gods" who look down upon all living beings.
Fear, awe, worship...
A complex mix of emotions swirled wildly in their already malfunctioning minds, ultimately leaving only the most primal submission to absolute power.
Chapter 90: The Right of the Victor, Self-Discipline, and Rebirth
Dead silence.
A deathly stillness capable of freezing one's soul completely.
Only the wind remained on the entire battlefield.
The wind howled mournfully, whipping up charred dust and rubble, and howled ghostly through the steel frame of the collapsed building.
All the surviving contestants stood frozen in place, like stone statues instantly weathered away.
Their pupils still reflected the finger beam that had pierced the heavens and earth not long ago.
The gears of thought, having witnessed a scene that was utterly incomprehensible and could only be described as a "miracle," rusted completely and stopped turning.
Until a voice, an extremely cold and emotionless electronic narration, crashed down like an invisible giant hammer, echoing throughout the ruined world.
This voice forcibly dragged their scattered souls out of that endless abyss called "Shock".
The final boss, Castle Jyamato, has been defeated.
[This round of the game is over.]
[The ultimate victor, the God of Desire—Su Chen!]
As this ironclad system announcement was made, a figure appeared out of thin air.
The guide, dressed in an elegant gown and wearing a pure white fox mask, appeared solid in front of Su Chen.
However, this time, everything about her was completely different from when she was in the rest area.
It was a radical upheaval, a complete subversion that occurred at the core level of logic.
She is no longer the mechanical NPC who only broadcasts rules according to a set procedure.
She made a move towards Su Chen that had never been done before in the history of DGP.
With utmost respect, she bent her waist deeply, performing a near ninety-degree bow.
Her voice, too, had lost its usual calm and precision, mixed with a trace of awe and trembling that even the flow of data could not conceal—the awe and trembling that arises from the very essence of life when mortals look up to God.
"Congratulations, the new 'God of Desire'."
"According to the supreme rules, you can have any...any wish you desire."
The guide slowly raised her head.
Those eyes, hidden beneath the eyeholes of the fox mask, were now filled with an irrepressible curiosity and a deeper sense of inquiry.
She desperately wanted to know.
This man, this god-like man so powerful that he treats the game itself as a plaything, capable of easily trampling on and rewriting the rules, what kind of earth-shattering wish would he make?
It's enough wealth to buy several countries; it's enough to rival the wealth of a nation.
Or should one break free from the constraints of time and gain immortality?
Or perhaps, to replace DGP's operations and become the sole, true king of this world?
Whatever he promised.
Given the unreasonable and overwhelming power he just displayed, DGP had no right to refuse.
No, we must satisfy him.
The other participants present also held their breath almost simultaneously.
Every gaze seemed to be drawn by an invisible magnet, focusing intently on Su Chen.
They want to know too.
This powerful man, shrouded in endless mystery since his appearance, what exactly is the form of his unfathomable "desire"?
However, there was not a trace of the joy that should have been present on Su Chen's face after becoming a "god".
There was no excitement at achieving the ultimate goal.
His expression remained unchanged.
It was as calm as an ancient well that had remained undisturbed for millennia.
It was as if, to him, this thrilling game, this hard-won victory, and the supreme power that came with it—power to grant any wish—were nothing more than a trivial, self-evident, and easily attainable trifle.
He looked at the female guide in front of him.
His gaze was calm and profound, as if it pierced through her data-driven body and saw into a more distant place.
He spoke that wish slowly, in the same calm tone, as if stating an objective fact.
That was the only answer he had already written on the wish card.
"To give a dead person a new life and turn them back into a real human being."
This wish did not stir up any storm.
It has no ambition to devour the world, nor does it have the slightest greed or desire.
It sounds even... plain and simple.
However, this extremely simple wish was like an invisible hammer, piercing everyone's eardrums and striking their souls hard.
Shocked.
An unprecedented, soul-stirring shock.
Everyone present felt their own perceptions were completely torn apart and forcibly reassembled at that moment.
They just couldn't understand it.
Why would a man with such immense power, almost a god, use this unique opportunity on a wish that seems completely unrelated to him?
But they could clearly sense it.
Behind this simple wish lies a deeper story that they cannot access or even imagine.
at the same time.