Chapter 115: At This Moment, He Finally Understood Phanes

A waste-stream transmigrator?

That’s not impossible.

Chen Nan: “No! I do have my own transmigrator’s divine gift.”

Chen Nan: “But unfortunately, while this divine gift has great potential, it’s one that activates only in the late stages.”

Luo Qianqiu: “Interesting—a late-stage divine gift? I recall those are usually incredibly powerful!”

Chen Nan: “It’s powerful enough, but precisely because of that, I feel utterly powerless in this world!”

Chen Nan: “System: Civilization Evolution—that’s my divine gift!”

Chen Nan: “As long as I develop civilization, I receive feedback, forming a positive cycle, growing stronger and stronger!”

Luo Qianqiu: “Uh… that’s a mighty divine gift. My condolences…”

Luo Qianqiu stared at Chen Nan’s divine gift, momentarily speechless.

Is this divine gift strong?

Of course it is!

But the key is, Itachi must first give it a civilization capable of development…

Chen Nan: “Yes, this divine gift is truly powerful—but my starting point is far too low. I can’t cooperate with the big shots in the cities; I can only collect children one by one to build a new civilization.”

Chen Nan: “I once estimated that, at the current pace, it would take at least thirty years to reach a level capable of sweeping the entire world!”

Chen Nan: “Thirty years is too long—I fight for every moment! During this time, how many children will die in misery? How many demons wearing human skins will die peacefully in their beds!”

Chen Nan clenched his fists tightly, his inner malice nearly surging to his skull.

Hermes: “The real constraint on Itachi is indeed time. If Itachi can survive thirty years, your power will grow like a snowball, rolling larger and larger—truly a late-stage divine gift.”

Civilization Evolution System?

Hermes fell into quiet thought; the power of civilization seemed, in truth, a grand and straight path.

To be fair, Chen Nan’s divine gift is indeed an extremely potent type.

If fully developed, it would not be inferior to Luo Qianqiu’s chat group.

Chen Nan: “But I can’t wait thirty years!”

Zhang Zhiwei: “If I were in Chen Nan’s position, I doubt I could bear it either?”

Zhang Zhiwei sighed faintly.

Anyone placed in Chen Nan’s situation, as long as their inner blood still burned, would find it impossible to suppress this malice.

Zhang Zhiwei’s own blood had never grown cold.

Luo Qianqiu: “Huh, chatting so deeply with this fellow transmigrator, I almost forgot Itachi existed.”

Luo Qianqiu: “Judging by your name, Itachi must be Zhang Zhiwei, the Tian Shi of Longhu Mountain?”

Zhang Zhiwei: “Correct. I am the 65th-generation Tian Shi of Longhu Mountain. When I first joined the chat group, I thought it was the work of a Non-Submissive God.”

Luo Qianqiu: “Uh, yes, Itachi’re definitely Zhang Zhiwei, Tian Shi of Longhu Mountain—but where did this ‘Non-Submissive God’ come from?”

Hermes: “Probably another world with a mixed cosmology.”

Hermes: “Though I can’t say how many worlds are mixed together.”

Hermes: “But it doesn’t matter.”

Luo Qianqiu: “Indeed, it doesn’t matter. @Chen Nan, tell us—how far do Itachi want us to go?”

Luo Qianqiu: “Before Itachi answer, let me be clear: if Itachi don’t set boundaries and leave it to us, we’ll follow the Bible’s content as a reference.”

Chen Nan: “...That’s wonderful indeed!”

Chen Nan: “Don’t hold back—use the cruelest methods Itachi can imagine, and go through them all!”

Hermes: “Then give me access to the [Group Link] permissions.”

Hermes: “I’ll prepare, then act immediately!”

Without hesitation, Chen Nan followed the group owner’s instructions and granted access to the [Group Link] permissions.

Ten minutes later.

The dark bullet world.

This world, though called a post-apocalypse, still holds a population of five to six hundred million.

These people are concentrated in dozens of cities, large and small, across the globe.

The Proto-Virus is powerful, yet insufficient to destroy a modern civilization with 21st-century scientific standards.

Then why, instead of using their overwhelming industrial might to counterattack the Proto-Beasts and end the chaos,

do they rely on those pitiful [Cursed Children] to maintain order?

The actions of those in power carry a deeply ominous feeling…

But none of that matters now.

Today is still a bright, sunny day.

The Cursed Children still suffer, while the powerful figures behind the scenes continue playing music and dancing, living in decadent luxury.

Then.

It descended.

A gaze without pupils, without sclera, devoid of any emotion.

When it opened, countless swirling starlight streams formed its outline.

The birth and death of the universe flickered within its depths.

Light froze.

The wind knelt.

As if all things had been born and flowed from this celestial eye.

All phenomena would ultimately end within it.

The appearance of the Celestial Eye caused every living being in the world to stare in stunned silence, as if gazing at an eye infinitely distant.

“Is this the Eye of God?”

“God, have Itachi finally lowered your gaze upon this mortal world?”

“Has the deity’s gaze come to save this wretched world?”

A wasteland outside the Tokyo region.

“Has it come? This is truly excessive.”

Chen Nan gazed at the horizon, a half-smile on his face.

“Big Brother Chen Nan, what’s happening?”

A dozen little girls clustered around Chen Nan, staring at the sky, worry on their faces.

“Don’t worry, Yanzhu—this is good news.”

Chen Nan gently stroked the children’s heads, his voice filled with absolute certainty: “Remember this day, every detail.”

“For the deity has lowered its gaze—to cleanse all evil from the world!”

“And the entire world shall walk toward a beautiful future.”

Tokyo region, at the Holy Residence.

“Holy Empress, please come outside—the world outside has changed drastically!”

The Holy Empress, forced onto the throne as the nominal ruler of Tokyo, stepped outside and gazed at the horizon.

She saw the divine eye descending upon the earth.

In a moment of daze, her spiritual sense caught a glimpse of its will.

Beneath this eye, all things would be overturned; order would be rewritten…

As time passed, more and more people, like the Holy Empress, began to perceive a thread of the Celestial Eye’s will.

This was no deity come to save the world.

It was the Holy Eye, descending before divine judgment, recording the good and evil of all beings.

The final procedure before the Great Judgment.

The Celestial Eye has beheld all things—and all things shall return to the eternal stillness within its gaze.

“To simply erase Itachi would be too merciful.”

Hermes gazed down silently, his cold will observing this world steeped in sin.

At this moment, Hermes finally understood the mindset of Phanes when he cast his curse upon the Kingdom of Khaenri’ah.