Die, Replay, Repeat

“The end of the world?” Joker glanced up at the empty sky, an inexplicable chill creeping over him.

“Show yourself…”

“Come forth, the Angel,” Fang Xiu said calmly, his eyes glowing crimson as he stared into the void above. His gaze pierced the darkness, locking onto the immense presence of the Angel.

Time seemed to freeze as they connected.

The Angel had always watched humanity, never intervening—until a mortal dared to meet its gaze.

The Angel had descended, for none could look a god in the eye!

BOOM!

Suddenly, the world lost all color and sound; the dark sky lit up as if it were day.

Divine light cascaded down like a heavenly radiance.

Strange whispers filled the air, echoing like countless worshippers singing hymns.

Around the globe, people felt a strange heartbeat, as if something tightened around their hearts.

They instinctively looked up, disbelief etched on their faces as they beheld the sacred light.

Amidst the brilliance, the Angel descended slowly. It was six wings on a massive, blood-red eye. The wings were pure and untainted, threaded with pulsating lines like veins.

The great eye exuded an indifferent, divine essence, enormous like a sun lowering to the earth, accompanied by incomprehensible, maddening whispers.

Anyone who dared meet its gaze fell into madness, blood streaming from their eyes, murmuring strange syllables.

On the battlefield in the headquarters, all fighting ceased. Those beneath the fourth tier had no strength to resist, their faces twisted in madness as they muttered.

The fourth-tier psychics, horrified, desperately channeled their Domain power for protection, momentarily escaping insanity.

However, under the divine light, their strength dwindled, their faces paling. Many covered their ears, trying to block the invasive whispers.

Gradually, the murmurs grew louder, merging into waves of sound.

Fang Xiu, empowered by Taotie, deciphered the strange whispers: “Praise the Angel!”

Meanwhile, the once-mighty Joker fell into a daze, unable to cry out or flee. His heart felt still, his eyes locked in terror.

“Heaven... the Angel?”

Suddenly, Joker jolted back to reality, trembling violently. He looked at the composed Fang Xiu, fear nearly spilling from his gaze.

In that moment, he finally understood "the end of the world" Fang Xiu had spoken of.

“Who... what are you? How can you summon the true Specter God?”

*‘Specter God?’ *Fang Xiu mused, realizing the Angel transcended the ordinary Specter level, truly deserving the title of God.

“You're not worthy to know. Say your final words.”

At this moment, the crowd's panic escalated.

Under the holy light, they recoiled from their own filth, one by one taking knives to gut themselves, desperately pulling out their insides.

Those without blades clawed at their skin, digging into their bellies with bare nails.

Despite being a fifth-tier psychic, Joker felt his spiritual energy disintegrating beneath the holy radiance. Fear tightened its grip.

Even President Zhou Qingfeng, powerful as he was, trembled before the Angel and the Wedding God. So Joker knew he had no hope.

“Please... don’t kill me! I’m a Specter too! I’m one of you!”

With a thud, Joker fell to his knees, begging like a frightened dog. He was now convinced Fang Xiu had summoned the Angel.

“It’s pathetic to see a fifth-tier psychic grovel like a commoner,” Fang Xiu remarked. He shook his head, dismissing the dying man.

He gazed up at the Angel, which was also watching him.

The whispers flooded his mind with chaotic thoughts.

The Angel seemingly focused on Fang Xiu, probably because he was the reason of the descendance.

“Do you want me to praise you too?” Fang Xiu asked softly, knowing the Angel could hear him.

The hymns surged, growing louder in response.

Suddenly, Fang Xiu laughed, his smile twisted and fierce, his eyes ablaze with fury.

“Do you think you deserve it?”

His mocking laughter sliced through the devout murmurs, resonating ominously.

BOOM!

The ground shook violently—the Angel’s wrath. 'Gods cannot be desecrated!'

A brilliant light shot from the Angel's immense eye, piercing time and space, striking Fang Xiu with the force of a nuclear explosion.

The entire headquarters was engulfed in blinding light.

...

Fang Xiu's death triggered a reset.

This time, he returned to the headquarters just as the chaos erupted.

“Xiao Chuxia, come with me.” He grabbed her. Since she could help him break through to the third tier, he didn’t have to waste time with Yan Changshou this time.

With Xiao Zhenhua's escort, Fang Xiu quickly left the venue.

Outside, he headed straight for Yan Changshou.

Like a replay of history, he saved Ace of Spades, then sent him away.

“Fang Xiu! Go to hell!” Yan Changshou bellowed, viewing Fang Xiu as his enemy.

“Frozen Zone, activate! All Equal, activate!”

In an instant, Yan Changshou became an ice sculpture, his power severely curtailed.

BOOM!

The ice shattered. Yan Changshou's body began to swell grotesquely, lumps forming and countless tentacles emerging, devouring nearby Specters and absorbing them.

He grew larger, transforming into a small mountain of flesh.

The two Domains remained active, but against Yan Changshou’s grotesque form, they only slowed his approach. He advanced steadily toward Fang Xiu.

“Xiu, hurry up and deal with him! He’s coming!” Xiao Chuxia screamed, panic lacing her voice.

Fang Xiu remained unfazed. “What you said about not being able to help me break through to the third tier was a lie, wasn’t it?”

Xiao Chuxia’s eyes flashed with confusion. Still anxious, she replied, “What are you talking about, Xiu? I could never lie to you. This isn’t the time to discuss that…”

“If you can only tell one truth in your life, I hope it’s this one,” Fang Xiu calmly interrupted.