1889 Door
It was a classic question.

It was also a question without a correct answer.

Everyone would make different choices based on their own experiences and beliefs.

At the very least, when Meng Chao asked himself, no matter what the situation was, he could not just stand by and watch as Lu Siya, who had done nothing wrong, was about to be devoured by the raging flames of spirit energy.

No, not just Lu Siya, but anyone who had not committed a crime and did not deserve to die, he would do his best to save them.

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However, was that really the case?

He remembered that when he had just obtained the apocalyptic memory, Zuo Haoran, the class monitor of his high school days, had provoked him. In the end, he had been beaten to a fractured spine by him, which greatly affected his performance in the college entrance examination. There was a high chance that he had cut off his path of advancement.

Half of this matter was Zuo Haoran’s own fault.

The other reason was that Meng Chao had seen Zuo Haoran betray Dragon City several years later in the apocalyptic memories and become a lackey of the Holy Light faction.

That was why he wanted to “take preventive measures.”

The problem was that what he saw in the apocalyptic memories was definitely correct. Was it something that would happen, or had already happened once?

Obviously, that was not the case.

The future had infinite possibilities.

In some cases, Meng Chao was the hope of saving the civilization, the general who commanded Dragon City, and the superhero who was half-human and half-beast but stubbornly resisted the monsters.

However, there was another possibility. Meng Chao was also the high priest of the Holy Light Temple, and he ruled over the entire Otherworld.

Based on the logic of “prevention before cure,” it was necessary to destroy Zuo Haoran’s future in a serious way to prevent him from betraying Dragon City.

‘Then, shouldn’t I be the first one Meng Chao should destroy?’

If Zuo Haoran’s betrayal and Meng Chao becoming a monster or the high priest of the Holy Light Temple were not facts or a certainty, they were just possibilities.

Did Meng Chao or anyone else have the right and reason to judge someone or something in the present based on the possibility of the future?

In ancient history, there was a very famous crime called “desire.”

In other words, although he hadn’t done it yet and might not want to do it in his heart, if such a b*stard’s crime could be established, the tens of millions of citizens of Dragon City would be guilty. Who would not think of completely breaking the law and foregoing morality when they were poor or angry?

“Did I do something wrong?

“Am I qualified to cut off Zuo Haoran’s future just because of some mottled shadowy fragments that have appeared in my mind?

“Who can guarantee that the apocalyptic memories I see are correct and will definitely happen?
“Who can guarantee that the Contribution Point System was stuffed into my brain by a kind existence and not a sinister and cunning existence?

“Who can guarantee that the so-called apocalypse is not a complete scam?”

Meng Chao had a splitting headache.

Now, after a long time, he could clearly feel the existence of the Contribution Point System and even the Kindling.

The Contribution Point System was like a cluster of rusty but sharp iron wires that were embedded with blades. It rose to the surface of his brain and scratched his every sulcus and even his every brain cell brutally, making him shudder in excruciating pain.

Like a drowning man who had fallen into a swamp, he was waving his arms and legs, stretching his neck with all his might. His cervical vertebrae were making cracking sounds, and he just wanted to stretch his head out into the fresh air to get a chance to catch his breath.

The image of the flames of the apocalypse in his mind became clearer and more oppressive.

They were countless people from Dragon City

Countless Dragon City people were wrapped in charred skin and emitting a burnt smell. They were being burned by the flames of the apocalypse.

Their eyeballs had melted and turned into something that looked like both lava and tears of blood. They flowed out of their empty eye sockets, all the way to their chests and feet.

They extended their hands toward Meng Chao, but had their fingers were curled up, broken, and stuck together from the heat. They let out shrill cries.

“Save me, save me, save us!”

Meng Chao was completely stunned by the scene.

In front of his eyes were burning and dancing ghosts.

The questions that he was thinking about just now, as well as the dried corpse of Lei Zongchao, who was right next to him, were all entangled by the flames of apocalypse and dragged to the corner of his brain that was called the “blind area.”

Every time Meng Chao took a breath, he would inhale an extremely strong sulfur smell that seemed to come from hell.

Every time Meng Chao struggled, his brain would explode, and his soul would burn in extreme pain.

Meng Chao’s surroundings and even the ground he was standing on had turned into an iron wall made up of charred black corpses that were tightly wrapped around each other.

From the twisted walls of charred corpses, countless black, bloody hands with broken fingernails and twisted knuckles were reaching out, trying to grab him as if they were the last life-saving straw.

In the middle of the countless hands, countless mouths opened.

“Save me, save me, save us!”

Meng Chao could not hesitate.

He felt that if he hesitated for even a moment, he would be dragged into the burning apocalypse by these hands and mouths, and stay there forever.

There was only one way.

The only place in front of him where the charred corpses were slightly sparse and he could barely breathe was the path led by the scarlet afterimages of Battle God Lei Zongchao.

Driven by his survival instinct, Meng Chao subconsciously followed the red afterimage and pushed aside the burning corpses in all directions. He advanced toward the depths of the ancient palace with great difficulty.

Lei Zongchao’s was left behind in the endless darkness.

Soon, Meng Chao saw the door.

It was really strange. He had clearly only walked for a short while. At most, he had walked for one or two minutes. It was only seventy to eighty steps.

The flames, the corpses, the ruins, and the apocalypse itself all disappeared “naturally” as if they had never been there.

However, the scene around him was completely different from before.

There were no longer endless pillars.

There were no longer any black mist that was dancing like tentacles.

There was only a huge, bright, burning, and hissing ball of light floating in the palace.

Meng Chao did not know how big the diameter of the ball of light was.

He only knew that 95% of his vision was occupied by this ball of light.

The palace of the ancients was originally magnificent. Even if an entire armored airship formation was put in, it would be as insignificant as putting a few toy boats in a bathtub.

However, the indomitable ball of light made the magnificent palaces of the ancients feel a little “cramped.”

For some reason, Meng Chao immediately realized that the ball of light was the door.