The factory was crumbling into ruin.0

What had begun as a small blaze in the weapon plant’s shattered furnace had now quickly spread, carried by the wind to the adjacent buildings and structures beyond. The once-muted flames were now devouring everything in their path with ravenous intensity.0

At the same time, the color of the sky began to shift, almost imperceptibly at first.0

I couldn’t tell if it was lightening or darkening, but one thing was certain: the once-ashen sky was returning to its true hue. It seemed like the world itself was shaking off the heavy shackles of colonization and awakening.0

The planet was gradually reclaiming its vitality.0

in the recovering sky above, black and white plumes of smoke twisted solemnly together like rising incense smoke, swirling in a grim, ethereal dance.0

Except for the cacophony from the collapsing factory, the surroundings were cloaked in a deathly silence.0

I breathed in deeply, and a sigh unintentionally escaped my lips, “Hah…”0

The breath seemed to disperse in an instant, vanishing into the emptiness.0

This nightmarish factory was undoubtedly the handiwork of those so-called gods. 0

Why did they establish such a wretched place?0

Only a moment later, a detached voice within me answered coldly. The gods were plundering resources from other worlds.0

I was all too familiar with this concept. Even on Earth, powerful nations would invade and loot weaker ones, bolstering their own strength at the expense of others. This example was simply...0