ongoingGlobal altar descends. Everyone else sacrifices blindly, blowing their fortunes away for white light. But Su Ming can see the altar’s hidden messages! Mysterious beast craves the ultimate taste stimulation! Su Ming (pulls out a Death‑God spicy stick): What a coincidence, isn’t this! Tragic heroine longs for the flavor of genuine betrayal! Su Ming (expressionless, tearing up his ex‑girlfriend’s photo): Is this flavor strong enough? Supercomputer can’t comprehend human’s futile intelligence. Su Ming (throws a philosophy book into the mix): Take it and burn your brain! Red light! Gold light! Purple light! While the world’s sacrificers are still wailing that the altar is poisonous, Su Ming looks at the warehouse full of artifacts and falls into thought. “The next one, should be sacrificed.