Chapter 67

Su Ming's inexplicable unease in his heart grew ever stronger.

He almost immediately pulled out his phone and opened the Official forum.

In the search box, he hammered in the words Black Light!

A massive amount of information instantly surfaced.

Almost all of them.

They were all blood‑tear histories of some unlucky souls whose sacrifice failed, creating Calamity‑level monsters that were slain on the spot.

Various high‑definition on‑site pictures, flesh and blood flying everywhere, a horror too terrible to behold.

Yet Su Ming's fingers moved swiftly.

Several different posts were instantly locked in by him!

【Breaking! Deep in the mountains of Pu'an Town, a sky‑piercing black pillar, long gathered and not dispersing!】

【Coordinates: Wangning City! Black Light makes the sky look like it's been pierced with a hole! Official has urgently sealed it!】

【Latest statistics! Jiangcheng, Pu'an, Wangning… already eight black light pillars shooting skyward! Is this a prelude to the end times?!】

"Eight, huh..."

Su Ming narrowed his eyes slightly.

As one of the initiators, he knew all too well what these black pillars meant—

The complete collapse of a V-shaped Mutagenic Altar!

In other words…

He is, on the surface, the first person to resolve the V-shaped Mutagenic Altar.

But he is certainly not the Unique one!

Whether it is the Official already taking action.

Or those mysterious organizations hidden beneath the water's surface.

Even… lone wolves like him!

In this world, the units capable of handling Epic‑level anomalies…

May be more than he imagined!

Group beating is justice!

"Roll, all roll, rolling is great!"

Su Ming smiled and shook his head.

He himself had already climbed fast enough.

But the others were no slower!

"How about… buying some liver‑protecting tablets?"

Outside the hospital Gate, people came and went, noisy and clamorous.

Hurrying passersby, anxious waiting family members, medical staff whose faces were written with fatigue…

Together they built the floating world under today's anomaly.

Zhao Gang walked through the crowd just like that.

His steps were not quick, but each one was exceedingly steady and firm.

His spine stood perfectly straight!

Like a spear that has weathered wind and frost, yet reforged by raging fire, refusing to bend!

Tear marks still clung to his face, his eye sockets still swollen and red.

But in those eyes, not a single trace of decay or despair could be seen any longer.

Only… a blazing fire remained!

"Hm?"

Su Ming felt something in his heart and looked over.

Watching this man step by step walk out of past shadows.

Walking toward a brand‑new rebirth that he himself bestowed.

A short distance of only a few dozen meters.

In Zhao Gang's mind, it felt as if a whole life had been traversed.

Scene after scene flashed by at speed—

"Boss, add two more chicken legs, put more meat on them."

"I don't believe in this cup, but what I saw was a father willing to give everything for his daughter, I saw in your eyes… the light that hasn't yet gone out."

"That damn heaven is blind, it can't see your effort, but I saw it."

"I perhaps… have a way!"

Boom!

Faith, at this moment, was completely forged!

What a damn heaven!

What a void‑like, ethereal god or Buddha!

All of that pales compared to the slightest bit of truth this man in front of him gave!

He is his own god!

It is within the dust.

The Unique deity that rescued his lowly ant from the abyss of despair!

Finally.

Zhao Gang walked up to Su Ming.

The surrounding clamor, the endless stream of traffic, all quietly faded away at that moment.

He extended his hand.

"Heh."

Su Ming was startled, then smiled.

The two hands clasped together.

Everything lay unspoken.

……

More than ten minutes later, at Zhao Gang's home.

Su Ming sat on the shabby sofa, watching the seventeen White Quality Items that Zhao Gang had collected.

【Sharp Axe】, 【Rusty Short Sword】, 【Shadow-Covering Mask】…

The Eye of Truth scanned them, each one verified!

"Well done."

This time, Su Ming, in front of Zhao Gang, gave a gentle swing of his arm.

The pile of items, piled like a small mountain, Vanish Into Thin Air!

Zhao Gang's pupils contracted.

A miracle!

Su Ming took in his astonishment completely.

Zhao Shu's loyalty, now secured.

But beyond gratitude,

you must also keep him forever unable to see through your depths, forever maintaining awe!

Understand that following him leads to a bright future!

On the other hand,

As the manager of the recycling station, Zhao Shu's method truly isn't easy to hide!

Su Ming once again took out a 【altar fragment】 and tossed it over.

"This, as I said before, should be sent to the 【Black Shadow】 side for operation."

"Infiltrate the interior, act cautiously!"

"Sir, rest assured!"

Zhao Gang took the fragment, his expression solemn.

"From a financial perspective, this is called venture capital."

He spread his mouth in a smile, smiling with utmost confidence.

"You invested in me; I will never let you lose money!"

"I want… to feel that spirited vigor once more!"

Su Ming nodded, saying nothing more.

This is exactly the state he wanted to see!

A well‑sharpened sword should have its own edge!

His employees should be just like that!

With everything arranged, night had fallen.

Su Ming declined Zhao Gang and his wife's deeply grateful dinner invitation, and left the dilapidated apartment building alone.

His stomach was a bit hungry.

He found a fairly bustling street stall nearby.

He ordered a plate of fried noodles and two bottles of beer.

At the neighboring table, a few burly men continued bragging and farting, spitting everywhere.

"Listen up, I was awesome yesterday! I moved bricks up to the 30th floor in one breath!"

"Hah, what's that nonsense! My security guard friend, a couple of days ago manifested a blue aura, wielding a 【Flaming Long Blade】 that slices iron like mud!"

"Now he's been specially recruited by 【Dragon Guard】, a monthly salary of fifty thousand!"

"What the hell? Is it real?!"

……

Amid the chatter, Su Ming had already left.

Their paths were different.

The path of the strong, a solitary shadow follows itself.

As he passed a long‑standing pastry shop on the corner, his steps suddenly halted.

A rich, sweet baking aroma drifted out of the shop.

It was freshly baked mooncakes.

"Hm?"

Su Ming instinctively looked up, glancing at the sky.

Night had already fallen.

A bright full moon hung silently between the gaps of the tall buildings.

It was large and round.

Only then did he sluggishly pull out his phone and glance at the date.

August 14th.

Tomorrow is the Mid‑Autumn Festival.

Su Ming stood where he was, and was absent‑minded for a moment.

"Boss, bring a few boxes of mooncakes!"