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The people on the Sky Throne began to communicate again, and it seemed that the ice storm they had created would soon dissipate as they prepared for their next move.
One of them suggested, "How about we vote? Let's see if more people want to continue or engage in a grand battle."
Everyone exchanged glances, agreeing that following the majority was a good approach.
"I agree with the grand battle."
"I agree with the grand battle."
"I want to keep watching."
"Keep watching."
"Grand battle."
Thus, their future in the secret realm was decided effortlessly. Their fates were whimsically manipulated by those high above, as if it were a game.
Isn't this just like our reality? Sometimes, no matter how much effort you put in or what choices you make, it seems irrelevant. The truly decisive actions often come from those in power who issue commands and make arrangements.
As the voting concluded above, all the survivors in the secret realm were suddenly enveloped by mysterious beams of light. Among them was John, who was no exception; a dazzling golden light descended from above, illuminating his body. In that instant, he felt as if he were bathed in searing flames, an indescribable power surging within him.
The fatigue accumulated from long hours of travel vanished in an instant; the various wounds and pains on his body miraculously disappeared without a trace. John widened his eyes, incredulously feeling the miraculous changes happening to him, secretly pondering: Could it be that I am the lucky one favored and chosen by this light?
An impulse to shout "Gaia!" surged within him, but just as he was about to speak, the golden light suddenly intensified. In the blink of an eye, John's figure transformed into a streak of light, shooting upwards at an astonishing speed. As he flew, his consciousness gradually blurred, leaving only endless darkness before him.
When John slowly opened his eyes again, he found himself in a vast and boundless grassland. Surrounding him was a throng of people tightly packed together.
"Good news and bad news for you all," echoed a voice.
The once tranquil night sky was shattered by an unexpected sound that instantly captured everyone's attention. John was no exception; like everyone else around him, he instinctively looked up at the sky, wide-eyed, trying to locate the source of the voice.
However, to their disappointment, when they looked up, they saw only hundreds of twinkling stars in the night sky, beautiful and dazzling like jewels embedded in a black canvas—nothing unusual beyond that.
Just as everyone was puzzled, the mysterious voice rang out again: "The good news is that soon you will be able to return to your warm homes!"
This news seemed like a beacon of hope, illuminating the hearts of those weary soldiers who had suffered so much. Suddenly, cheers erupted from the crowd; many couldn't help but shed tears of joy. They alone understood the trials and hardships they had endured over the past two months.
However, before they could fully savor this brief moment of joy, the voice shifted tone with a hint of mockery: "But there’s also bad news! Hehehe! Next up will be an unrestricted melee battle! Fight to your heart's content; only those who survive until the end will qualify to leave this secret realm!"
As soon as the words fell, silence engulfed the scene. The flickering flame of hope was instantly extinguished, replaced by endless fear and despair.
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