The King of Black Fog

Chapter 1219 - 546: Earth's Current Situation

"The R-16 world has just been conquered and everyone has surrendered to the King of Black Fog. What are you doing on Earth now?"

"Tourism."

"Tourism?"

"I'm not interested in war. It doesn't matter who wins or loses. As long as there's no war, I just want to see the world." Shalit said.

"Peace lover, huh." The priest glanced at Shalit's profile; his history was all about traveling around.

After a while, the priest confirmed there was no issue and said, "Welcome."

Shalit nodded kindly, without a word.

He moved forward.

"Next."

"Hello, Mr. Sen Dao." It was the voice of the female priest who had spoken to him earlier.

"Miss Tomie, congratulations on your safe return. How was the harvest this time?"

"Quite average, but at least this year's mission is completed, time to indulge in drinking and barbecue."

"There's good news to tell you. The Witch has returned with His Majesty and there will be a celebration at the Divine Palace. The Moon Reading God will also attend."

"That's great, I'll definitely visit! But if the Moon Reading God is there, won't day turn into night? But bonfires and fireworks will also..."

From the back, Shalit couldn't hear anymore. He boarded the train heading to the city center.

The day was gradually turning dark, and the legendary Moon Reading God, who governs Tokyo's night, was slowly walking towards his Divine Position, releasing his Divine Power.

He checked into the hotel.

After showering and coming out, there were four more people in the living room.

One sat on the sofa, one meditated on the bed, and two whispered by the window, occasionally glancing outside.

"Who are you?" Shalit asked while putting down the towel he was using to dry his hair.

Before coming to Earth, he had thoroughly understood it and acted almost like a standard Earthling.

His appearance showed no difference.

The Hudson World, marked as R-16 by Earth, had people extremely similar to Earthlings.

"Shalit, we are the Rebelion." The woman on the sofa said.

The Rebelion was composed of independents from the sixteen worlds now conquered by Earth, dedicated to reclaiming freedom from Earth's grasp.

"Sorry, I'm not interested." Shalit said.

The woman took out a phone, clicked a projection, and a huge, high-definition stereoscopic image appeared between them. In the image, a village was being massacred.

The woman said, "I saw this with my own eyes, the tragic slaughter of a village."

"Shalit, these villagers wanted nothing else but to live. They did nothing excessive, just farming and raising kids."

"Then the Earthlings came, the army passed through, and they were slaughtered."

Shalit said, "Hatred cannot be fully avenged; I won't take revenge and can't take revenge."

The woman stared at him, the person on the bed stared at him, and the two standing watch at the window also stared at him.

"Shalit, have a pleasant journey." The woman stood up and turned to walk to the window.

The person sitting on the bed floated behind her.

"Your so-called uprising is merely an act of sending yourself to death." Shalit said.

The woman stood by the window, which was already open, allowing the night wind to blow in.

The woman didn't turn around and said, "I am a Mirei native, the so-called indigenous of Earth's M-7 World, where I lived in that annihilated village."

"When I was fourteen, a Yellow Snail Beast attacked the village, killing four people. I chased that beast through the forest for a month and slit its throat in a stormy night."

"The family of those who died knelt and cried as they saw me drag the beast's corpse back."

"Shalit, indeed endless hatred, but a world forgetting hatred is truly terrifying and disheartening."

Shalit nodded, "You're right."

The woman left with the other three people. Before leaving, one of them gave him the middle finger, a gesture only Earthlings would use.

Shalit went to close the window, faintly hearing the sounds of battle.

The next day, he saw the news; the woman's three aides had died, and she fled alone.

The warrant had spread everywhere—Earth and worlds occupied by Earth, even her homeland M-7 World wouldn't spare her.

She might also be killed in a forest on a stormy night.

Shalit thought for a while, decided to do something; he wrote a letter recounting his conversation with the woman.

Leaving the hotel, he mailed the letter to Earth's headquarters. Sometimes, Governor Yafeiluna personally read letters from the people, and many corrupt officials were dealt with in this way.

Can the issue of hatred be resolved?

Probably not.

Unless Earth ceases its expansion.

On the third day, Shalit saw the news of Indra, the Phoenix, and the little Martial Saint attacking the New Strange World. The entire populace was cheering, and everyone around was filled with immense enthusiasm, wanting to participate.

Shalit understood.

He was touched by the woman's affairs and words, but for the upper echelons of Earth, the woman's affairs and words were merely trivial matters.

In the war between worlds, what does the disappearance of one village matter?

In the face of enormous profit, life is just a small chip.

On the fourth day, that woman died too, the night before, dead at a dock.

In the photo, she was covered in blood, slumped by the side of a container, the searchlights illuminating her like stage spotlights.

When he saw this photo, Shalit was having breakfast in the hotel restaurant.

Someone said she deserved to die, damned strange world mongrel.

Others said it was too pitiful; we shouldn't invade strange worlds; we should coexist peacefully.

Three years later, another twenty strange worlds were conquered, numbered at '36'.

Shalit was preparing to leave Earth, returning to Hudson.

On the train to the teleportation gate, he saw the news. The news said that the Heavenly Emperor's sister had completed her closed cultivation and ordered a halt to the invasion of strange worlds. She would personally serve as the Minister of Peace, dedicated to resolving racial hatred issues.

Shalit thought about it and decided to stay for a few more years to see if there would be any new scenery.

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Li Changzhou also completed his closed cultivation.

Before leaving the Constant Sand World, he made a travel pact, sealing: "Revive the Auspicious Jade Maiden, use my life to replace the Heavenly Destiny, the die is cast."

Failure.

He teleported the result to the Immortal Crane of the Nine Heavens Mystic Goddess—afraid to disturb her while she was in closed cultivation.

At the Honey Pot World, Li Qianxia was explaining the issue of strange world hate to Yang Qinglan, who had completed her closed cultivation, and to the Turquoise Pool.

"These people lost their loved ones and hometowns, yet they find ways to come to Earth for revenge, causing some people here to lose loved ones. The more strange worlds are conquered, the more serious this issue becomes, reaching a point where it must be resolved!"

The Turquoise Pool tapped her temple with her fingers, musing, "Many barking dogs can be silenced, but if they become too noisy, something must be done—I'll give you plenty of puppets, so when executing the mission, you won't have to worry about our people suffering injuries from not wanting to harm others."

"Thank you, Yao-sister!" Li Qianxia expressed her gratitude.

She then looked at Li Changzhou: "Brother, you came at the right time, express your stance."

"If you want to do good, I certainly support it." Li Changzhou walked over and sat down.

"That's settled then." Li Qianxia nodded.

Three years of closed cultivation, they only raised their abilities to the level that should have been at the Heavenly Position Realm, without deeper insight.

After integrating the Heavenly Will, the Value Game could no longer help them as before, with one task significantly enhancing their abilities.

During these three years, the Cosmic Heavenly Road opened again three times, bringing countless strong Heavenly Position Realm beings into the universe, but most of them were in closed cultivation.

All these players were waiting for the day when they could no longer progress through closed cultivation. At that time, the day when war would recommence.

But that day would not come in the short term.

The cultivation of the Heavenly Position Realm, tens of thousands of years is merely a fleeting moment.

The Turquoise Pool looked at Li Changzhou: "Handsome guy, let me ask you a question."

"I won't refuse." Li Changzhou said.

"I'm very curious about destiny, explain it to me."

Li Changzhou laughed: "How can I explain that, it's inexplainable."

"Explaining is a process of thinking, which will help you in your cultivation."

This made sense.

Li Changzhou thought for a moment: "My encounter with Qing Lan is destiny."

Yang Qinglan smiled gently, nodding slightly, whether satisfied or in agreement was uncertain.

"Oh, come on, my meeting with Qing Lan is destiny, isn't it! You two met because I introduced you!" Li Qianxia protested, "

"I also don't recognize nor understand it." The Turquoise Pool said seriously.

Li Changzhou laughed.

This time, he gave it serious thought.

The three of them waited silently for him to speak.

"'Farewell My Concubine', " he enunciated, "Yu Ji entered the scene, already with the sword for her suicide at her side, this is destiny."

The three of them fell into thought.

"Alright then," Li Changzhou said, "take advantage of this time since we're out of closed cultivation, let's deal with trivial matters, first send the Heavenly Road, Fish Sound, and Huoya to school."

"Let me go to the parent-teacher meetings next time!" Li Qianxia became excited, thinking it would be fun.

Yang Qinglan was eager for this to happen.