Chapter 591: Heaven and Earth Lose Their Color!

Perspective shift.

Bai Hang was darting between the buildings, her steps never pausing.

Suddenly, she stopped.

Deep in her mind, a voice began to sound.

The voice was soft, yet every word was crystal clear, as if it came from far away and yet was right beside the ear.

The voice carried a strange rhythm, like a chant and like a proclamation:

"I come to bet—"

Bai Hang lifted her head and looked at the sky.

The sight there would stay unforgettable for her life.

The sky was tearing.

A golden veil slowly unfurled from the darkness, its light dazzling yet not scorching, warm yet still majestic.

The veil widened and expanded, eventually covering the entire sky, stretching from one end to the other, like a golden ocean hanging upside down overhead.

The voice continued:

"I come to gamble—"

The golden light began to surge, rolling like tides.

Countless golden weights rose from that ocean, dense and innumerable, hovering in midair, slowly rotating, each emitting a heart‑pounding Magic Wave.

"I come to win—"

The voice grew higher and more fervent, each word like a drumbeat on the heart, shaking blood to a boil.

Bai Hang widened her eyes, watching the golden ocean and the star‑like weights, utterly speechless.

"I let fate spin the wheel, staking everything on a single throw—"

That figure slowly rose from the ruins.

Sha Jin.

He was covered in wounds, his clothes tattered, a broken leg still bleeding.

Yet he stood there, hovering in midair, surrounded by golden light that grew brighter and more intense, enveloping his whole being.

His expression was Calm, but in his eyes burned a light that could not be stared at.

It was the gambler's light.

It was the light of placing all the chips and then holding fate in one's hand.

"Traverse death and then be reborn—"

He raised his hand, and the golden weight burst fiercely in his palm!

"All to—"

He inhaled deeply, then shouted the final words with all his might:

"Amber King—!!!"

In that instant, heaven and earth lost their color!

Countless golden weights poured down like a torrential rain!

They fell from the sky, accompanied by howling wind, dragging long golden tail flames, striking the black‑red Giant Fox!

The scene was too spectacular, too shocking, making people completely forget to breathe.

Golden tides descended from the heavens, like an inverted galaxy, like divine punishment arriving.

The weights struck the Giant Fox, exploding into golden fireworks, each leaving deep scars on its black‑red body.

The Giant Fox let out a Rage roar, swinging the Black Greatsword to Blocking, but the weights were too many, too dense, impossible to block!

The golden ocean drowned the black demon!

Bai Hang widened her eyes, watching the scene.

That golden tide, that sky‑filled cascade of weights, that overwhelming momentum—

It was too spectacular.

A Xing rode a Pink Horse, tangled with that Q-version Little Person.

She had just dodged a punch, and her peripheral glance caught the sky over there, a flicker of movement flashing in her golden eyes.

She raised an eyebrow slightly.

At the broken opening of the hotel.

Ailixiya sat on the sofa, crossing her legs, holding a cup of tea that had already gone cold.

She looked at the golden ocean outside the window, a hint of playful smile flashing in her crimson eyes.

"Interesting."

She curled the corner of her mouth.

Behind her, Robin stood in the shadows, motionless, expressionless, watching the golden scene.

But in those diffuse lake‑green eyes, something seemed to tremble faintly.

Ilya hid in a corner, trembling all over.

She watched the golden light outside the window, her vacant red eyes full of shock.

"This... what is this?"

No one answered her.

The golden light continued to pour, to blaze, to illuminate this dark world.

It was a hymn dedicated to the Amber King.

It was the gambler's final glory.

Perspective shift.

Lin's fingers flicked rapidly over the yellowed documents, each page rustling softly in her palm, and the reversed text was no longer any obstacle to her eyes—perhaps because she was turning into Monkeys, she could understand these words, originally belonging to this world, with such clarity.

It is a fact so ironic that it makes one unable to laugh.

As she read deeper, Lin's complexion grew paler, and the faint glimmer of hope remaining in her blue eyes was fading bit by bit.

She saw far too many things she shouldn't have—dense markings on the maps, timetables so detailed they made one's hair stand on end, and precisely calculated coverage areas and impact radii.

This is not a matter concerning a single city.

The red dots spanned the entire planet, from Dongmu City to the Clock Tower in London, from the East Japan Islands to the distant Europe Continent, from bustling modern metropolises to remote primitive villages, each corner marked with crystal clarity.

Next to each red dot was a table recording the estimated conversion time, population density, and… the current infection progress for that area.

Fusion Project Global Execution Plan

Those words were seared onto Lin's retina like a red‑hot branding iron, lingering for a long time.

Lin's hand began to tremble.

She finally understood what the Monkeys in a white lab coat intended to do—not a prank, not a perverse amusement, but a thorough, systematic, planet‑wide civilization reshaping.

It aims to turn all humanity into Monkeys, to extinguish every Flame Seed of civilization on this planet, and replace everything with the so‑called "Return to Origin".

Destruction of human civilization.

That is its purpose.

Lin lifted her head and looked at the figure in a white lab coat in the room.

Jiaoshou still crouched in the corner, holding the banana in his hands, eating it with relish.

"How about it?"

It suddenly spoke, its tone leisurely in a way that gave one goosebumps, "Finished reading? Any thoughts?"

Lin clenched her teeth and said nothing.

Jiaoshou didn't mind and continued on his own, "You humans always think you're great, building so many cities, inventing so many things, writing so much history. But have you ever wondered what any of this means?"

It took a bite of the banana and said vaguely, "Civilization, progress, development—at the end of the day, aren't they just trapping yourselves in a more complex cage? I'm helping you achieve liberation."

San Yue Qi stood nearby, unable to read the characters on the documents, but from Lin's expression she could guess that the situation was certainly dire.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something comforting, but found she couldn't utter a word.

In this circumstance, any consolation seemed pale and powerless.

She could only grip the Ice Bow tightly, watching the Monkeys warily, ready to shoot it again at any moment.

Just then—

"Boom!!!"

The entire building shook violently, dust and tiny fragments of stone rattling down from the ceiling.

The tremor was so intense that Lin staggered, nearly falling, and the documents in her hands scattered across the floor.

San Yue Qi steadied her, her gaze turning outward toward the window.

Through the dust‑covered glass window, the outside glittered with golden light, the whole sky dyed gold.

The radiance was so dazzling, so fierce, as if some earth‑shattering event were unfolding.

Countless golden specks fell like a meteor shower, trailing long tails of flame toward a direction, each impact causing violent tremors in the ground.

San Yue Qi's pupils contracted slightly.