"The essence of this world is driven by profit, yet it seems there are always things that surpass profit."
He looked at the diary and shrugged, saying, "Regretful, miscalculated again."
The diary was finally thrown into the fireplace by him, burning into ashes.
He picked up his wine glass, faced the eastern sun, and softly said, "To you, great Master."
As the Red King bowed, the sun became even more scorching and bright.
Darkness had nowhere to hide.
The world was full of light.
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On this day, everyone in the world felt the departure of that great existence.
Even the infighting within the Ether Association paused for a moment. In that instant, they felt an overwhelming pressure, as that brilliant phantom like a sunrise rose from the ground, her gaze sweeping across the entire world.
