The most brilliant bubble exploded.

People stumbled out of the shadows, facing the soft rock formations and the magma bursting out of them. They were stunned at first, then alert, and then at a loss. After a while, they finally understood what had happened. Those ugly things were destroyed by this

Damn the twisted world, people cheered, hugged, and danced in the lava regardless. Even if the lava burned their flesh, they still refused to stop.

Because here, they are truly freed from endless abuse and pursuit. At least they have room to move around and a chance to breathe freely.

Hong Qiang looked at this scene, grinning his ugly mouth, laughing silently, and then began to pray more devoutly. Not for the god in nothingness, but for the "shelter" that had created miracles; for the whispers inside to help him.

"companions".

"Shelter", the only visible hope, the true savior of the world, the path to heaven that can be climbed!

I should strengthen it, perfect it, let it play a greater role, and rescue those who are still in hell, at all costs, even if I give up this inhuman body...

Being a human being is no longer fun, so what is the value of the fate of an insect?

There is only "shelter". My talent is here and I am already in it. Why should I give it up?

Boiling thoughts and emotions eventually have an end.
Chapter completed!