At this moment, as the most powerful beings of the Assessment World discerned the peculiarity of the Endless Abyss, they immediately made their decision.
Around each of these titanic beings, legions of elite forces were reformed, reconstructing small-scale spatial channels.
Among these mighty creatures were descendants of the World Tree, pureblood dragons, and primeval beasts from the Orcish world.
Beneath them were their true personal legions.
They intended to reach the core of the Endless Abyss before their own worlds were entirely corrupted.
Their goal: completely annihilate this twisted, fallen world.
Such power could obliterate any fragile divine realm a graduate might have created.
The sheer scale of this counterattack was enough to make anyone observing worry for Chu Hao…
In the Observation Room, Wang Zhi instinctively clenched his fists.
In the Principal's office, Bai Chen furrowed her brow.
Everyone wanted to know if the newly born Endless Abyss could withstand a counterattack combining the peak forces of an entire world.
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At the bottom of the Endless Abyss, Chu Hao spoke lightly.
"It begins…"
"It seems no coincidence that the stronger the beings in a world, the more easily they are drawn to the Abyss… even if they are enemies."
Behind him, countless black mist-like blood vessels slowly detached from his back, repairing his mental state.
With a snap of his fingers, Chu Hao shifted to the plane where Yum resided.
This colossal creature, half the size of a plane itself, had remained in slumber since the war began.
But with the arrival of Chu Hao, the master of the Abyss, it awoke instantly.
"…."
The eyes of Yum, harbingers of calamity, gradually opened.
It was time for slaughter…
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Meanwhile, as the strongest beings from the Assessment World departed for the Endless Abyss, their home planets began to rapidly fall.
The influence of the Abyss spread, creeping toward every corner inhabited by sentient life.
On the closest planet to the Abyss, the most terrifying phenomenon manifested.
The whispers of demons began to seep into the minds of the weak-willed.
Even regions untouched by demons began to show signs identical to an invasion.
More and more people…
snapped.
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"Stop… please!"
In a small village, an alien boy huddled in his literal doghouse.
He was a descendant of a blasphemer, sentenced to generations of atonement.
Forced to eat the worst food, perform the most degrading tasks, and live in the most humiliating conditions, he believed his suffering was destiny.
After all, according to the local priest who had beaten him since birth:
"You are born filled with sin!"
Whip marks appeared on his back.
"The seven virtues granted by angels vanished when your ancestors fell!"
More lashes. More pain.
"Only by enduring suffering and proving yourself can your soul return to the angels' embrace!"
This was the last he heard before falling unconscious.
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At some unknown point, while in a coma, the boy encountered a "true angel."
From afar, the beautiful angel guided him with her voice, crystal clear yet haunting:
"No one is born with original sin. All suffering originates from others."
"The world you live in is false. My arrival could correct it all. All beings are born without so-called virtues, only nature. My coming can liberate them."
The boy asked hesitantly:
"How can you descend?"
The angel smiled: "With the blood of those who whipped you—the descendants of sinners."
The boy awoke, understanding immediately.
This was a nightmare, a temptation toward corruption.
Life continued—suffering, starvation, endless cycles.
But each time he slept or fainted, the angel would explain a corrupting scripture, enticing him toward darkness.
Torn between admitting his guilt and denying it, the boy wasted away.
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Finally, the day came.
A nearby knight squad arrived at the village to resupply.
What they saw shocked them: the village was covered in blood, as if savaged by beasts.
All trails led to the angelic church.
Pushing open the half-ruined doors, the knights saw:
Descendants of sinners, the lowest of the low, standing in blood, praying.
But their prayer wasn't the seven virtues of angels—it was the seven deadly sins of all beings.
Even more horrifying, the altar held a demon idol, crafted from corpses.
The village had become a den of demon worship.
The boy recited:
"Pride… Envy… Greed…"
When the knights approached, the children turned crimson-eyed, baring teeth reminiscent of demons.
The "demon" was everywhere—it lived within each person's heart.