"Mm."

"You have one last chance."

"Otherwise, Xiaoming will come to entertain you."

Yu Jin spoke slowly, a faint smile playing on his face.

If it weren’t for the fact that he didn’t possess a ’mind-reading’ ability, and that the information from the Eye of Insight hadn’t revealed much useful intel, he wouldn’t have been pressuring a mere Tier Four Vice City Lord.

"I’ll talk, I’ll talk!"

"I’ll explain in detail, I’ll tell you everything I know, leaving nothing out!"

Theodore shouted while kneeling with a thud, repeatedly kowtowing.

"Mm."

Yu Jin responded indifferently, his gaze shifting to Han Ling beside Theodore.

"It’s, it’s like this..."

"Half a day, oh no, an hour ago..."

"The, the City Lord suddenly summoned me, told me to mobilize all Evolvers and refugees in the city to find someone..."

"He, he described the person’s general appearance, said he’s very thin, very young, and also..."

"He said the person’s name is Yu Jin..."

Yu Jin listened, nodding slightly.

"And then?"

He asked leisurely.

"And, and then..."

The Vice City Lord was almost in tears.

But thinking of the terrifying Tier Seven mutated giant turtle outside the city, he really had no choice.

"Then kill him."

Yu Jin listened and then laughed.

"Kill me?"

He had a faint smile on his face.

At these words.

Theodore couldn’t speak anymore, only kneeling on the ground, endlessly begging for mercy.

While kowtowing, he kept shouting things like ’it’s all the City Lord’s orders’ ’I don’t know, I know nothing at all’.

Meanwhile.

The City Lord Theodore spoke of was currently sitting paralyzed on the ground, looking as if he had truly given up resistance.

"Mason?"

Yu Jin called out.

No response.

"Mason Douglas?"

Yu Jin called again.

"Ah, ah?"

"I’m here, I’m here!"

The White Rock City Lord, who was sitting paralyzed, only then realized belatedly.

Han Ling, who hadn’t been in this role for long, wasn’t very sensitive to this name...

"Tsk—"

Yu Jin rubbed his chin and clicked his tongue.

"You’re not Mason Douglas."

The calm tone seemed to break Han Ling’s last straw.

"Right..."

At this moment.

Han Ling didn’t even refute, directly admitting it.

In the brief time just now, he’d conceived countless plans, considered endless possibilities for the future.

Including the idea of pledging allegiance to Yu Jin, seeking a chance to join the Dawn Fortress, and becoming a spy by Yu Jin’s side, waiting for an opportunity to strike at him later...

After all.

In the Reincarnation Arena, unless one of the two people died, it wouldn’t end.

Of course.

This Reincarnation Arena also had a limit, which was before Yu Jin left this Wasteland Planet.

But precisely because he’d imagined countless possibilities, Han Ling became increasingly aware that he no longer had any chance.

Yu Jin is now Tier Nine, while he is only Tier Five.

Yu Jin has the blessing of Divine Bloodline, able to cheat, while he, the current him, Mason Douglas, does not.

Han Ling, who once had Divine Bloodline flowing in his veins, knew that——

The gap between a cheating player and an ordinary player is greater than the gap between a firefly and the bright moon.

Hoo—

With a long sigh.

Han Ling sat slumped on the ground, waiting for Yu Jin’s judgment.

He was ready to face death, true death, with the awareness dissipated.

At this moment.

Like a revolving lantern, he began to review his life...

A parentless orphan, a troublemaker in school, an unexpected refugee on the wasteland, a low-status but ambitious resident of Refuge City, awakening the Divine Bloodline, secretly growing, personally killing his former leader, establishing the Celestial God Civilization...

At this moment.

Han Ling recalled his high-spirited demeanor in the starry sky when he first established the Celestial God Civilization.

Time has passed, things have changed.

"..."

On the City Lord’s seat.

"You’re not Han Ling’s clone?"

"Were you coerced?"

Yu Jin suddenly spoke.

At these words.

A last gleam of hope lit up in Han Ling’s originally utterly despairing eyes.

"Yes!"

He struggled to stand up, responding strongly.

"I am not Han Ling’s clone!"

"I was coerced, it was Han Ling who found me, ordered me to kill you!"

Han Ling declared, word by word.

"Ha—"

Yu Jin suddenly laughed.

He hadn’t even mentioned, who is Han Ling...

The next moment.

Yu Jin stood up from his position, he circled around Mason Douglas, or rather, Han Ling, a few times.

After carefully scrutinizing and even using the perception of a Tier Nine Evolver, he still couldn’t find anything amiss with this guy.

"Divine skill, truly miraculous."

Yu Jin shook his head, sighing lightly.

"What?"

Han Ling was stunned in place.

"I said..."

"Your divine skill, burning all bloodlines, truly miraculous."

"At this moment, I can’t find any traces of possession, or even soul splitting on you."

"It’s as if..."

"You were him all along, you were Mason Douglas all along."

"Am I right, Brother Han Ling?"

Yu Jin’s words fell.

Han Ling’s pupils, widened, then contracted.

After merely two breaths of struggle.

He gave up, completely gave up.

"You’re playing me."

He spoke faintly.

The previous despair and panic vanished without a trace.

Replaced by.

The demeanor of the former Celestial God Civilization Lord, the strongest being who once dominated the Drake-3 Star System Wasteland Server.

Whish—

Originally slumped on the ground, Han Ling also stood up from the ground.

He patted the dust off his clothes, nodded slightly, then shook his head.

"How did you do it?"

"My divine skill shouldn’t be wrong."

"At this point in time, it should be your weakest moment logging into ’Wasteland.’"

Han Ling looked into Yu Jin’s eyes, calmly asking.

At this moment.

He clearly understood his conclusion and knew his last attempt had already failed.

There’s no meaning in continuing with any poor disguise now.

Instead of that, before truly disappearing, it’s better to solve the final doubt in his heart.

"You are not wrong."

Yu Jin was slightly silent, then gave his response.

"This indeed is the weakest moment since I logged into ’Wasteland.’"

Once this sentence fell.

Han Ling fell into a long silence.

Although hard to believe, he clearly knew Yu Jin wouldn’t deceive him anymore, that held no meaning.

So...

This Yu Jin guy, just logged into ’Wasteland,’ and already started at Tier Nine.

"Ha—"

Han Ling suddenly shook his head, smiling with relief.

"Your bloodline is above mine."

"I lost, and it’s not unjust."

Han Ling’s tone was calm, with no trace of resentment, anger, or despair, just acceptance of fate and reality in every word.

"Bloodline..."

Yu Jin turned his head again, gazing deeply at Han Ling.

He wanted to say, there really is no bloodline in his body.

But ultimately, he didn’t say it out loud.

"Brother Han Ling, farewell."

Yu Jin took one last look at Han Ling, then slowly raised his right hand.

Buzz—

Terrifying light attribute energy gathered at his fingertips.

"Brother Yu Jin."

"Good luck."

A faint smile appeared on Han Ling’s face.

This last sentence was sincere, lacking any false blessing.

Boom—!

Rumble—!

The brilliant light engulfed the City Lord’s Mansion.

The entire White Rock City, at this moment, seemed to be overshadowed by a dazzling sun.

And when the light dissipated.

Han Ling was nowhere to be found.

Theodore turned to dust.

Yu Wenbo stood dumbfounded in place, still digesting the series of conversations he couldn’t comprehend at all.

And Yu Jin, his figure, began to blur and become ethereal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Is it over?"

Yu Jin murmured softly.

In his perception, this timeline was rapidly collapsing and annihilating.

"Almost forgot about you again..."

"Even if I don’t know if it has any effect, I must try..."

Right before completely vanishing, Yu Jin flicked his fingers.

Woosh—!

An intangible spatial imprint coordinate flew out from his fingertip, landing on Xiaoming, who was still cluelessly stretching his head out and roaring outside White Rock City...