Chapter 25: The End of the Planet

Seeing Yang Yi’s movement, Weiss smiled faintly, standing utterly still as the attack passed through his body.

It missed, like a stone passing through a 3D hologram.

Yang Yi’s expression turned grim—this had never happened before. She had struck him, yet her mental force passed clean through, as if he were an illusion.

Yang Yi narrowed her eyes slightly, spreading her hands. The ground trembled; sand, stones, and fallen leaves shifted position out of thin air, vibrating in sync with her mental force.

The five surviving Awakeners stared in shock, leaning on each other as they retreated.

Weiss’s expression remained unchanged; he still stood calmly at a distance, watching Yang Yi as if she were a mischievous little girl.

Suddenly, Yang Yi stopped moving.

“You’re not here. I can’t sense your presence—you’re just a projection.” Yang Yi’s face filled with astonishment: “How did you do this?”

Weiss stood right before her, yet seemed suspended in the gap between this world and another—visible as a projection, but without physical substance.

He was clearly within the range of her mental force; she could see him with her eyes, yet she could not “feel” him. This meant she could not attack him.

“Of course, it is the Great Lord who granted me this power.” He gazed at the altar, his gentle eyes now blazing with fanaticism; when he turned back to Yang Yi, his gaze returned to calm: “If you surrender to the Lord, He will bless you too.”

Yang Yi looked down at the corpses scattered everywhere, her voice low and strained: “So all of this… you did it? To sacrifice them to your ‘Great Lord’?”

“Do you pity these people?” Weiss made no judgment on her tone; when he said the word “people,” his voice was dismissive, as if speaking of pigs, dogs, or sheep—indifferent, careless.

“I understand your feelings. Once, I was just like you—sympathizing with the joy and pain of these lambs, easing their daily troubles, sharing in their joys and sorrows…”

Yang Yi cut him off: “Then you were betrayed by a patient, captured by a biological research institute, and subjected to inhumane human experiments—after that, you hated humanity, escaped the lab, and spent years planning terrorist acts to retaliate against society… If that’s what you want to say, skip it. I’ve already heard it once at the United Nations building. Let’s get to the point—what exactly are you trying to do?!”

Weiss showed no anger at her rudeness. In his years as a psychologist, he had met far more violent and disrespectful people than Yang Yi—he had the patience and composure to endure it.

“Be patient,” Weiss said, calm and unflustered, even smiling gently—the kind of soothing smile a doctor gives. “Since you already know, I’ll skip these details.”

He spoke slowly: “I originally intended to explain gradually, so you’d accept it more easily. But since you’re so eager, I’ll tell you outright.”

As he spoke, he looked intently into Yang Yi’s eyes: “Everything I have done… is to save the world.”

Silence fell. The five surviving Awakeners exchanged glances, utterly bewildered.

It sounded like a colossal joke. Yang Yi frowned, glancing at Daniel and the others, who also wore expressions of confusion—she hadn’t misheard.

“You’re joking, right?” Yang Yi’s calm facade finally cracked. “You killed all these people… to save the world?”

“I knew you wouldn’t believe me. That’s why I need to start from the beginning.” Weiss sighed calmly, scanning the surroundings with earnest sincerity:

Think about the alien creatures. Do you really believe that the giant crab in the ocean is the only one? That the Fire Demon of Jin Shan was an exception? That strangler vines are the only ones in the tropical rainforests? That alien invasions across Earth are as rare as murders? Wake up! Earth is being consumed! One day, it will be like a house rotted by termites—completely overrun. And that will be humanity’s end.

“And all of this is because the God is about to awaken from His slumber!” Weiss turned to the altar, his eyes turning crimson as he shouted fervently: “Lord! You will descend from Your divine realm, bathed in glory, to transform this sinful land into a paradise for Your lambs!”

“He’s insane,” Helen Baker whispered. She looked at Yang Yi, whose face remained expressionless, as always in the news—no one knew what she was thinking.

Weiss turned back, resuming his usual refined demeanor: “Have you ever seen land reclamation? Before turning wasteland into farmland, you burn away all the weeds and insect eggs—then you plant new crops.”

“Humanity is the weed on this land,” he said sadly. “The sea monsters, the strangler vines, the smiling mushrooms—these alien invaders are merely the fire He has set to reshape the environment, preparing for His lambs. The God will leave this land to His faithful lambs!”

Suddenly, his expression shifted from sorrow to madness: “But fortunately, we have Awakened! We are no longer useless weeds. Every Awakener is a beneficiary of the alien invasion—this proves we have earned the right to become His faithful lambs! If He accepts our surrender, we may survive and reproduce in His paradise, and after death, gain eternal life in His divine realm!”

“For the future of the new humanity, we must sacrifice the unawakened old humans to the God—this symbolizes our severance from the old world. Their life force will soothe the awakening God, so when He awakens, He will know He has new lambs—and allow us to continue living and multiplying on this land. Only then can humanity endure!”

“This is how I save the world!”

He looked at Yang Yi with calmness, mixed with unwavering conviction—the same gaze she had seen only in fanatical, devout religious followers. His tone was sincere, genuine, utterly heartfelt.

“Oh God, he really is insane,” Helen Baker said, not with anger or condemnation, but with genuine awe.

“So this is why you killed so many?” Daniel stared at the mountains of corpses. “Your hypocrisy is disgusting!”

Silva spat at Weiss: “You bastard—you’re a murderer! Look at what you’ve done! You killed over four thousand of us!”

Weiss shook his head, his dark-brown pupils clouded with faint sorrow—but the sorrow was too slight to shake his resolve.

Yang Yi did not question or mock him—only looked at him with quiet incomprehension:

“How can you be so certain an alien world even has a God? How do you know Earth’s invasion is His will? Where did you learn the altar’s location? Where did you get the sacrifice method? Will this so-called God truly accept the new humans? Has He promised you anything?”

She spoke haltingly through the long list—thankfully, thanks to Chris, she had practiced Akkan language tirelessly to communicate with him.

“Yes, I received divine revelation,” Weiss said without concealment; as if recalling something, his brown eyes ignited with fiery passion:

“It was during my human experimentation. One day, they drilled a hole in my skull to observe my mental energy, and to test its limits, they attached a brainwave amplifier. The moment they pressed the button, I endured pain unlike anything I’d ever known…”

Recalling those days, he paused briefly, then his voice surged with intensity: “I experienced near-death. At the brink of death, I received the divine revelation—I saw countless planets, countless worlds, all perishing under the Lord’s apocalypse, transformed, conquered, and granted to His lambs. Then I realized: our world is merely one of the most ordinary. Humanity’s end is inevitable—it is only a matter of time.”

“And any sentient, powerful species that surrenders to the Lord, and is recognized by Him, earns the honor of survival. You still remember the Fire Demon of Jin Shan? The Fire Demon clan surrendered voluntarily during His endless conquests. A single ordinary Fire Demon can destroy a human city—and their god, Asathde, is merely a foot soldier beneath the Lord!”

“Humanity is so weak. If we do not seek surrender, our extinction is certain.” Weiss’s eyes drooped slightly, his brown gaze filled with paternal compassion.

“How do you prove any of this? You have no evidence—this is all your imagination!” Helen Baker took a deep breath and shouted.

She and Daniel had once visited Jin Shan to examine the Fire Demon’s corpse, witnessed the city’s devastation—they understood the Fire Demon’s power. Her denial trembled.

She looked to Yang Yi, seeking support—after all, she was the strongest here, and she had personally killed the Fire Demon. Daniel also turned to Yang Yi, his lips moving as if to speak.

But Yang Yi was stunned by Weiss’s words—Asathde! He knew Asathde. He knew Asathde was the Fire Demon God.

She recalled the Fire Demon’s final words: “Asathde heard my curse—you will all face the end…”

She was certain: the Fire Demon’s language was entirely new, never before heard on Earth. Weiss must have learned of Asathde through another path—could he truly have received this so-called “divine revelation”?

Yang Yi frowned, deep in thought.

Weiss’s expression returned to calm: “You all know the alien world is invading Earth. You all know humanity’s Awakening was triggered by the sudden appearance of dark matter on Earth. But you dare not connect the two.”

He smiled at the group before him, his voice seductive: “Admit it—our superpowers awakened because the alien portal opened, and dark matter from the alien world stimulated our genes. Every Awakener is a beneficiary of the alien invasion.”

“Our powers, all the glory we now possess—they were granted by the Lord. It is His grace that opened the portal, that brought dark matter to Earth. We must thank Him, be loyal to Him, surrender to Him. We are all His candidate lambs.”

Weiss smiled, whispering softly, like a secret: “Have you ever considered what happens if the alien portal closes? The dark matter vanishes—and your hard-won powers vanish with it. You become ordinary again—mundane, powerless, indistinguishable from the crowd. Is that truly what you want? Are you truly so selfless?”

“Awaken truly. All Awakeners share the same stance—we are naturally allies!”

“Sacrificing the old humans to save the new ones is a fair trade. Throughout human survival and reproduction, we always face choices. Even when God sent the Great Flood, not everyone boarded Noah’s Ark.”

Weiss’s words rang like thunder, paralyzing everyone.

They unconsciously followed his logic: if they blocked the alien invasion, they blocked their own Awakening;

if they sealed the alien portal, they erased their own powers;

their powers came from the portal’s opening, which occurred because some God was awakening and needed vast life energy;

if Awakeners surrendered to Him, they could survive the apocalypse—obtaining a ticket to the end-time ark;

Awakeners had the right to become His followers, and the only price was killing those ordinary humans who were already different from them—perhaps even without lifting a finger, just standing by…

Those who had tasted the sweetness of power would not easily relinquish it. Those who had known superpowers would never wish to return to mediocrity.

Yang Yi’s heart jolted. She silently observed the five beside her: Daniel’s face burned with rage; Helen was lost in thought; Silva’s chest heaved with agitation; Jian stared at Weiss, lost in contemplation; Hamid’s facial muscles twitched—alternating between ecstatic joy and inner torment.

Yang Yi knew she had to speak.

“This is all scaremongering! It’s all your hypothesis. Even if we grant that God exists, even if we grant that the alien invasion is His will, even if we grant that He would accept Awakeners’ surrender—none of this is provable. You claim He is powerful enough to destroy countless planets and worlds—how do you prove it?”

Weiss smiled: “I can prove it.”

He lowered his head slightly and closed his eyes.

Simultaneously, everyone present witnessed scenes never before seen or imagined unfolding before their eyes.

Yang Yi remained wary, yet the cinematic visions played out before her, filling her with profound awe.

They were civilizations unlike Earth’s: some planets rust-red, others shrouded in thick fog, some wrapped in black liquid, others like Earth, covered in blue water; some planets blazed like stars, yet hosted creatures like Fire Demons; some were entirely desert, and upon closer look, the sand itself moved as living beings; some were entirely ocean, teeming with colossal beasts.

And others beyond human imagination: she saw a gaseous planet, inhabited by countless ghost-like beings; she saw star-sized warships cruising through space, their technology far surpassing humanity’s; she saw civilizations composed of silicon-based life, entire planets covered in machines…

These diverse cosmic civilizations, before their destruction, showed only slight anomalies—just as Earth had begun suffering alien invasions—then gradually evolved into unstoppable apocalypses.

The sentient beings, at first dismissive, then alarmed, then desperately resisting—all ended the same: consumed as nourishment for the God. They withered, crumbled, their life force siphoned away by the invisible deity.