As his words concluded, the light from the Evil Spirit transformed within the monster's body, shattering the black-red Death Light released by the creature.

Burying this conspirator along with all their dreams and future on the land of the Indonesian Moth.

"No! I haven't lost yet, as long as I can escape... As long as I can leave here, I still have a chance to rise again. Venerable King, bestow me with strength!" He frantically thought of using the method of transferring his being to escape the impending end.

Previously, he had schemed for so long for immortality, seemingly making the last struggle just to survive.

After the radiant light completely overwhelmed the Death Light of the black-red flower, he was finally about to leave the body of the giant tree; however, terrified, he saw another side of the sky, aiming at his Celestial Thunder with its cannon.

"God-Extinguishing Thunderbolt!" The thunder and flames from the Celestial Thunder blasted him back.

At the same time, the fierce light in the giant's hand impacted the giant tree, like a feverish combined skill. The next moment, 5.2 billion souls released inside the monster, each flying toward the sky, waving to the giant of light.

The light poured onto the super ancient plant monster, like the grand finale of a special effects drama. The light did not scatter at all, completely absorbed by the plant. Once the 5.2 billion souls finally left, the thousands-of-meters-high plant slowly dissolved into light ions, disappearing without a trace on the Indonesian Moth's peninsula.

The sky seemed to clear, darkness receded, and the light of tens of billions of people converged on the giant of light.

In 2027, the Earth had a population of 8.6 billion.

Now, this light was transmitted to a population of 7.9 billion!

The world sucks, and each of us lives in a Hell named "obedience, study, work, and debt," yet it's not so bad; perhaps something can always change, even if it's self-change.

The light showered down, and the giant, all aglow, stood tall on the land.

...

"I'm still alive…"

"I haven't died yet..."

"Ah, I've already eaten the Divine Wood Fruit, I'm the ultimate lifeform that cannot die or be destroyed... As long as I can escape her range, as long as I can get to that place..."

"This is my escape route!"

A twisted seed, only thumb-sized, crawled darkly and twistedly on the ground, lacking even the strength to burrow deep underground.

"Any creature, human... no, rabbit, mouse, or even earthworm would do, let me parasitize, let me parasitize..." The twisted seed seemed to be making its last struggle.

However, in a twist of fate, it found itself unexpectedly far away, discovering a photographer and journalist who had just packed up their photography equipment.

Indeed, even in such an environment, there are journalists and photographers unafraid of death. They came here to capture Qijela with a mindset of "even if I die, it's worth the ticket price," surrounding everything closely and broadcasting the situation worldwide.

Without their report, there wouldn't be so many foolish tools awakened, and nothing that followed would've happened.

"The world is so quiet, there doesn't seem to be a trace of that impostor hero..."

"Die, let's consider it the first interest collected from you humans!" The seed darted over.

...

"Everything's over." The cameraman said as he packed up the equipment.

They finished this unprecedented live broadcast. Originally, they were just a regular Boston radio team sent out, and today they were supposed to film an odd interview on "sea protection bans on meat" along the Boston shore, according to the script given by their boss.

Who would've thought they'd capture such an unparalleled scene instead.

Even now, they're shaking, doubting their eyes.

As for the original work? To hell with work, he's resigning, he wants to travel and see all the mountain and river beauty in the world; he remembered his childhood dream of becoming a photographer, wanting to capture all the beauty in the world with his camera.

Rather than filming brainwashing propaganda like "banning meat diet" and "electric vehicle polluting the environment" under that three-hundred-kilo boss who only knows how to eat donuts.

The female journalist also packed all the equipment. As they placed their tools back into the SUV, the photographer and journalist exchanged smiles.

"What are your plans for the future?" Asked the photographer.

"I suddenly remembered my childhood dream of becoming an artist. I'm going to resign and apply to the Vienna Art Academy." The journalist said, "What about you?"

"I want to travel around the world and photograph all the great scenery from the most objective angle." The cameraman said.

"Then, good luck."

"And may you get into the Vienna Art Academy."

The two smiled at each other, thinking about their childhood dreams instead of this muddled work they had done for the sake of living.

Yet, just as they daydreamed about a bright future, a twisted seed slowly approached.

By now, it had grown to the size of a lamb, absorbing countless earthworms along the way. Originally, it wouldn't even glance at such low-level creatures, but now it had to rely on them to survive.

"She wants to go to Vienna? Good, very good! I'll start my second struggle right there—surely by then, no one can stop me?"

However, it seemed to be discovered by the young photographer, who shouted a warning to the reporter beside him.

"Damn it!"

Blington had never felt so frustrated, watching the two trying to escape.

It couldn't feel the presence of that light, which was good. It could use these two lives to bestow itself with new life!

Twisted roots and vines seemed to transform into billions of twisted tentacles, supporting themselves on the ground, each tentacle going its own way, trying to catch up with those two clueless humans.

All the roots were secreting some kind of transparent mucus, and wherever it passed, moss instantly withered and curled. Some mycelia emerged from the root nodules, looking like semi-transparent milky tentacles, the ends of which had continuous small openings and closings of tiny mouths. In its vision, only the terrified expressions of the two opposite remained.

Yet at this moment, in the sky, the clouds that hadn't completely dissipated revealed a small gap, and a ray of light streamed through, spilling onto the earth.

The twisted Blington didn't even have time to see the light from the sky.

The next moment, it looked up and saw that light descending from the sky!

"Boom!"

It was an incredibly violent explosion, as if it happened just inches behind, and countless dust was lifted from the ground, causing the earth to tremble uncontrollably.

The reporter and photographer struggled to turn back, only to see the exploding dust and debris turning the front into smoke. When it slightly settled, they looked towards it.

Within the diffusing smoke, a giant arm glowing with a faint light sat there, as if it connected upwards with the horizon.

Raising their gaze along it, the faces of the two gradually turned blank, their pupils slowly shrinking.

They saw once again, that giant enveloped entirely in light, appearing before them. Even though the light obscured its form, the gesture of its lowered fist still emanated a sense of heavenly retribution, radiating an undeniable majesty.

The world seemed to stand still at this moment, as if proclaiming 'let there be light', they stared dumbfounded at that august giant.

The joy of surviving a catastrophe and the indescribable fear intertwined within their hearts, they could only stare blankly at the glowing giant, their vision and thoughts already occupied by its figure.

Their minds seemed to lose the ability to think, and their eyes couldn't move an inch. At this moment, this figure seemed to occupy their entire lifetime.

The Giant slightly tilted its head, and under the faint glow of the sky, slowly extended a thumbs-up.

...

"According to our station's reporter, the glowing Giant appeared on the Boston coast and defeated the monster..."

"Tree roots appearing around the world turned into photons and dissipated, many people who had turned into 'zombies' regained consciousness, and everyone wept tears of joy, embracing each other."

"Though feedback from concerned citizens indicates that there are still 'zombies' who haven't recovered, each hiding away, seeming to still want to attack others..."

"But until then, Secretary-General Guterres of the United Headquarters stated that our world had defeated the apocalypse!"

Countless people cheered in the ruins of the city, watching their relatives, who had turned into zombies, return to their original forms in the light. They embraced each other, and the cries were not of sadness, but rather of utmost joy.

On the Boston coast, everyone walked shoulder to shoulder, smiling at each other, everything understood without words.

Only the cowboy, Howard, looking bewildered across at all his teammates.

Clearly, they were all people saving the world together... Clearly, he was also one of the key figures arranging the Celestial Technique, assisting in the completion of the 'To the Brilliance' ceremony. Even if he wasn't the MVP, he should have been an assist player, right? Clearly, he was the first to arrive...

But now, he only felt a lamentable barrier between himself and his teammates.

Shaking with rage and cold, only he was left behind.

When can a cowboy stand back up, and not be discriminated against in his profession!

"Hey! Help take a picture." Suddenly a cane tapped on his shoulder, Howard looked back, and surprisingly it was the long-unseen "Master of Handicraft".

He thought the elderly gentleman had met with some mishap, but he hadn't expected him to return at this moment. Though unclear what the old man was up to, it was apparent he was one of their ranks.

Holding a camera, looking at the crowd gathering to pose for a photo across... he felt distressed again...

"Hey, Howard, set a delay for the photo, you come stand at the back," said the old Mystic Scholar Austin.

"Me, me?" Howard couldn't believe he could still make it into the photo.

"Hurry up!"

"Oh!"

The camera set a 6-second delay for the photo, and Howard quickly moved to the back of the group. He struck what he thought was his coolest pose, silently counting to 6 in his heart, and then struck that long-planned pose in an instant!

However, at this moment, everyone had the same idea as him.

"Click!"

The camera shutter clicked, and the image froze at that moment.

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