As the protagonist of the world, Tang San was bound to be different from ordinary people. At the very least, favored by the world's weight, his status as the protagonist was undeniable.
Wu Tong had once tried to take advantage of Tang Hao's absence to eliminate Tang San and remove any future threats secretly. However, he did not succeed.
Just as Wu Tong was about to succeed, an indescribable sense of terror overwhelmed his senses, giving him the feeling that harming Tang San would bring calamity upon him. It was for this reason that Wu Tong abandoned his plan and allowed Tang San to live until now.
But now, Tang San was no longer a concern for Wu Tong. Even if Tang San became a God King, Wu Tong had thousands of ways to easily deal with him. If not for his busy schedule, Wu Tong would have liked to test whether that ominous feeling still persisted.
Ahem...
Returning to the main topic, the plan to erode the world was not a spur-of-the-moment idea for Wu Tong. He had long wanted to try it. After enhancing the Key of Erosion, Wu Tong had a premonition that successfully eroding a world would bring him immeasurable benefits.
However, it was not feasible in the three worlds he had crossed. Powerful entities backed the Honkai world—he stood no chance. The Outcast world was deep and mysterious, possibly supported by the immortal realm, with the Daoist traditions of the Three Pure Ones and Six Sovereigns still thriving—also impossible to overcome. The Douluo world had its own consciousness, and with his current strength, he simply couldn't erode it.
But now, things were different. An ordinary, decaying world without supernatural powers lay before him. Moreover, the protagonist, closely tied to the world, was already in his grasp. Wasn't this the perfect opportunity?
If he fully activated his Erosion Authority and the Key of Erosion, it should be enough to completely erode this world, right? At this thought, Wu Tong's breathing grew rapid.
If he succeeded, he could use this world as bait to further erode the Douluo world. The barely sentient world consciousness of Douluo Continent would never resist the temptation of a decaying world. And it would never suspect that this was a poison wrapped in sugar.
Once it took the bait, the poison hidden beneath the sweetness would be revealed, allowing Wu Tong to attack from within and outside simultaneously, eroding the Douluo world together. If successful, the Douluo world would belong to him.
Thinking this, Wu Tong couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. Compared to the so-called "Tang Buddha," he was far superior. After becoming a god, the Tang Buddha needed a "Ten-Thousand-Year Plan" just to turn the Douluo world into his family's backyard. Wu Tong's methods were far more sophisticated, and his plan had a higher chance of success.
After dealing with the Douluo world, he could take his time to eliminate the God Realm and then focus on developing the Douluo world freely. The thought excited him—after all, working for oneself was far more satisfying than working for others.
What? Was this despicable?
No, no, this wasn't despicableness—it was the mark of a true strategist. Yes, Wu Tong was a man with the bearing of a strategist. Of this, he was certain.
...
Shaking his head, Wu Tong pulled his thoughts back. He was getting ahead of himself. First, he needed to see if this plan would work. If it failed, all his schemes would be for nothing.
With this in mind, Wu Tong refocused and looked at Takashi Komuro, who was weeping and covered in filth. A trace of disgust flashed in his eyes. If not for necessity, Wu Tong would never have wanted to interact with such a person.
"Enough. You're still a protagonist—don't be so pathetic. It's truly unsightly. Let me send you off quickly."
With that, Wu Tong raised Djajeet and walked up to Takashi Komuro. Without another word—knowing that too much talk could lead to mistakes—he drove the blade straight into Takashi's skull.
Squelch—
The blade pierced through.
As white brain matter and red blood spilled out, Takashi's expression grew dazed in his final moments.
Am I... dying?
Why? I didn't do anything...
I... really don't want to die.
But no matter how unwilling he was, he couldn't stop death from coming.
Thud—
Takashi's body collapsed to the ground.
Then, Wu Tong manipulated Djajeet and his Erosion Authority, releasing a surge of black mist that enveloped Takashi's body. In moments, his figure dissolved into nothingness.
"Well? Did you extract it, AI Core?"
"Don't worry, I've successfully extracted Takashi Komuro's Protagonist's Authority."
As the AI Core spoke, an image appeared in Wu Tong's mind. From a higher-dimensional perspective, a faint glow shimmered before him.
"Perfect. I'll leave the rest to you, AI Core."
As he spoke, Wu Tong reverted the Djajeet into a Spirit Ring and stored it away.
"Got it. Leave it to me."
The AI Core's voice echoed as Djajeet, now a Spirit Ring, reappeared in Wu Tong's mind and transformed back into a long blade. Simultaneously, the Erosion Authority morphed into another blade.
Without hesitation, the two blades plunged into the faint glow, continuously releasing erosive energy to corrupt the world's Protagonist's Authority.
"Master, it should take about three days. You can attend to other matters in the meantime."
With that, the AI Core fell silent, presumably returning to its task.
Hahaha...
Wu Tong laughed inwardly. If his chances were only 20% before, they had now risen to 40%. Moreover, once Djajeet fully eroded the Protagonist's Authority, it could use the information contained within to grow exponentially.
By then, the enhanced Djajeet, combined with the ever-strengthening Erosion Authority, might just make his plan a reality.
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"Huh? It's over just like that? Was he really the protagonist?"
Gu Ruoli was dumbfounded. She had expected the world's consciousness to descend through the protagonist's body, leading to an epic battle.
"What else did you expect? This is a decaying world without even a conscious will—only pure instinct. Add to that the complete lack of supernatural powers, and it can't even resist. Faced with a group of third-, fourth-, fifth-, and sixth-tier superhumans like us, what else could it do? If the world itself can't fight back, how could this so-called protagonist?"
He Xi shot her a sidelong glance. Didn't this kid use angel genes? Why does she seem just as clueless as before?
——
"Alright, since this world has begun to fall, it's time for us to act."
"Wu Tong, could you send us to the Yanhuang region of this world? We'd like to see the situation there and help with rescues."
Seeing that Wu Tong had finished his task, the group grew restless. Time was of the essence—they needed to act quickly.
Zhang Chulan stepped forward, his expression serious. Behind him were the passionate elderly group from the Outcast world, Xiao Yan and his companions, and the venerable Zhongli.
"Fine. Since you're going, I'll stay behind."
Wu Tong nodded. All Yanhuang descendants were family—if he could help, he would. But with Zhongli present, the situation would be manageable. Wu Tong trusted the sense of security the old man brought.
With that, Wu Tong summoned a dimensional portal and sent Zhang Chulan and the others to the Yanhuang region.
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