Su Changxing felt his scalp tingle, as "True Knowledge" began to convulse like a virus infecting a machine, entirely beyond his control.
He remained expressionless and spoke vaguely, "Let's just say it's something that emerged from cultural evolution."
He remembered a recent phenomenon on the forum called the "Doomsday Cult," which had quite a few followers. It seemed to be advocating the so-called apocalypse as divine spirits' punishment on them.
Specifically, he hadn't delved much into it; the forum was full of clutter, comprised of all sorts of fantastical entities.
"Do you hold a heavy guard against us?"
A short silhouette looked up at him, revealing a lifeless face, as if smiling:
"We may not be of the same race, nor creatures of the same era, but we have something in common."
What kind of commonality...
Su Changxing didn't respond, for he couldn't perceive any commonality with such a monstrosity.
"You don't believe me?"
