Within an endless darkness in which he felt like he was eternally falling, Long Chen stared at the figure in front of him. He couldn’t see it, but he could feel it.

As he looked at this figure in the darkness, it also seemed to look back at him.

“You trash.” The same voice rang out. It was the same voice as Long Chen’s, but it was icy, arrogant, and disdainful. It was like that of a god speaking down on him.

“If I’m trash, but you’re suppressed by me, what does that make you?” Long Chen shook his head at that figure.

After a moment, that figure said, “You’re a hypocrite. You bind yourself with so-called morality and virtue. If it weren’t for that, would this battle have ended like this? What can virtue and character do? Can they protect you? Can they protect...