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Chapter 1251 Human · Oct 12, 2026

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1201 Chapter 1203 Arcane 2026-10-12
1202 Chapter 1204 Sprint 2026-10-12
1203 Chapter 1205 Tank 2026-10-12
1204 Chapter 1206 Victory 2026-10-12
1205 Chapter 1207 Mage 2026-10-12
1206 Chapter 1208 Miles 2026-10-12
1207 Chapter 1209 Trench 2026-10-12
1208 Chapter 1210 Gravel 2026-10-12
1209 Chapter 1211 Ferry 2026-10-12
1210 Chapter 1212 Tour 2026-10-12
1211 Chapter 1213 Rapid 2026-10-12
1212 Chapter 1214 Motion 2026-10-12
1213 Chapter 1215 Auction 2026-10-12
1214 Chapter 1216 Mail 2026-10-12
1215 Chapter 1217 Pillar 2026-10-12
1216 Chapter 1218 Reflection 2026-10-12
1217 Chapter 1219 Square 2026-10-12
1218 Chapter 1220 Bamboo 2026-10-12
1219 Chapter 1221 Set 2026-10-12
1220 Chapter 1222 Reload 2026-10-12
1221 Chapter 1223: Chaper 1223 Catapult 2026-10-12
1222 Chapter 1224 Award 2026-10-12
1223 Chapter 1225 Ramen 2026-10-12
1224 Chapter 1226 Dazzle 2026-10-12
1225 Chapter 1227 Reign 2026-10-12
1226 Chapter 1228 Entry 2026-10-12
1227 Chapter 1229 Popular 2026-10-12
1228 Chapter 1230 Sealed 2026-10-12
1229 Chapter 1231 Art 2026-10-12
1230 Chapter 1232 Leader 2026-10-12
1231 Chapter 1233 Poster 2026-10-12
1232 Chapter 1234 Tree 2026-10-12
1233 Chapter 1235 Defence 2026-10-12
1234 Chapter 1236 Kingdom 2026-10-12
1235 Chapter 1237 Tycoon 2026-10-12
1236 Chapter 1238 Butterfly 2026-10-12
1237 Chapter 1239 Foundation 2026-10-12
1238 Chapter 1240 Urban 2026-10-12
1239 Chapter 1241 Flexible 2026-10-12
1240 Chapter 1242 Giraffe 2026-10-12
1241 Chapter 1243 Official 2026-10-12
1242 Chapter 1244 Simple 2026-10-12
1243 Chapter 1245 Camping 2026-10-12
1244 Chapter 1246 Athlete 2026-10-12
1245 Chapter 1247 Menu 2026-10-12
1246 Chapter 1248 Quest 2026-10-12
1247 Chapter 1249 Parity 2026-10-12
1248 Chapter 1250 Lemonade 2026-10-12
1249 Chapter 1251 Human 2026-10-12
1250 Chapter 1252 Tide 2026-10-12

Chapter 1251: Chapter 1251 Human

Bang!

This time, what descended was not a beast nor a storm of fire, but a colossal fortress suspended in the sky.

It was vast beyond comprehension, a floating monolith forged from something darker than night itself.

Its surface was pure black, smooth and impenetrable, swallowing the light around it as though even radiance feared to touch it.

From it emanated a terrifying spiritual pressure.

The moment it appeared, the atmosphere of the entire planet shifted. The wind stilled.

The clouds scattered.

A suffocating weight pressed down upon every living being as if an invisible hand had placed the world beneath a mountain.

People dropped to their knees.

Some screamed. Others could not even muster the strength to make a sound.

The temperature seemed to plummet.

A deep, dreary cold seeped into bones and marrow alike. Even the bravest among humanity felt their hearts shrink in fear.

And yet, before anyone could adjust to this new horror, the sky split again.

Another presence emerged.

Then a third.

Boom!

An enormous eye opened high above the atmosphere, so massive that it dwarfed the tallest skyscrapers ever built.

Its iris shimmered with shifting colors unknown to mankind, swirling like galaxies collapsing inward.

Its pupil was an abyss, bottomless and merciless.

It did not blink.

It simply stared.

The fortress, the eye, and the third looming golden flying boat were positioned far apart across the sky, yet something defied all logic.

Distance meant nothing. Perspective meant nothing.

Every surviving human on Earth could see them clearly, as though they hovered directly overhead.

Even those hiding in underground bunkers.

Even those buried deep within caves miles beneath the surface.

The vision pierced through stone and steel alike, forcing the heavens into the sight of every living being.

No one could escape witnessing it.

The world trembled.

“What are those things?” someone shouted from a crumbling rooftop.

“Are we saved?” another cried, clinging desperately to hope.

“I don’t think so,” a man whispered hoarsely. “Those don’t look like saviors. They look like something far worse. Like predators who just noticed us.”

Panic spread like wildfire.

Cities already reduced to rubble fell silent.

Survivors who had endured waves of catastrophe now felt the last remnants of their courage unravel.

Parents clutched their children. Soldiers lowered their weapons.

Leaders found themselves with no orders left to give.

Some prayed.

Some cursed.

Some laughed hysterically at the absurdity of it all.

High above, the giant black fortress remained motionless, imposing and eternal.

The enormous eye continued its silent examination.

The flying boat pulsed faintly with a golden energy that made the atmosphere ripple around it.

“A living World Heart… I can’t believe I’m seeing one in my lifetime.”

The beautiful woman’s voice was soft, almost reverent, yet it carried clearly across the trembling heavens.

In her luminous eyes flickered the shadows of countless eras rising and falling—civilizations born, empires reduced to dust.

Though her face was youthful and flawless, the ancient weight of time rested within her gaze.

She stood upon a resplendent golden flying boat that blazed like a second sun.

Divine light cascaded from its hull, illuminating half the sky in radiant splendor.

“Indeed,” another voice responded, calm and cold. “And this World Heart will belong to us.”

A tall figure stepped forward from within a dark temple suspended among storm clouds.

The structure loomed ominously in the sky, wreathed in black lightning.

His robes fluttered in the violent winds, his expression indifferent, as if the fate of the world beneath his feet meant nothing more than a passing breeze.

“You two are dreaming.”

The third voice was hoarse and ancient.

A small, hunched old man appeared between them, leaning upon a long, weathered staff.

Though his frame was frail, the space around him warped subtly, as if unable to bear his presence.

His cloudy eyes gleamed with terrifying sharpness.

“You’ll have to die first before you can claim this World Heart.”

A tense silence fell.

Then…

“I suppose we shall find out soon enough.”

A burst of laughter shattered the stillness.

“Hahaha!”

In the next instant, the heavens erupted.

Explosions tore across the sky like blooming stars of destruction.

Golden light collided with black thunder; ancient runes ignited and shattered; space itself cracked like fragile glass.

The shockwaves rippled outward, shaking mountains into rubble and turning seas into towering walls of fury.

The three supreme beings clashed, each strike capable of overturning continents.

But they were not alone.

From the golden flying boat and the dark temple, countless figures poured forth like locusts.

Warships descended.

Armored cultivators streaked through the air.

Beasts of war roared as they plunged toward the trembling earth below.

“Find the World Heart!”

“Kill anyone who dares to interfere!”

The command echoed across the world like a divine decree.

Battles ignited everywhere. Cities were reduced to dust in moments. Forests burned.

Oceans split apart.

The very crust of the planet cracked under the unimaginable pressure of their war.

The scale of destruction defied comprehension.

The earth groaned.

The sky screamed.

And somewhere deep within the world’s core, the living Heart pulsed—once… twice… as if sensing that its fate was about to be decided by blood and fire.

***

While the heavens shattered and the three supreme powers clashed in cataclysmic fury, not everyone chose to stand beneath that apocalyptic light.

Deep beneath the earth—far below the trembling mountains and collapsing cities—someone had already hidden himself the moment those terrifying auras descended upon the world.

Cyrus Thorn.

The instant the three overlords revealed themselves, he had burrowed underground without hesitation, sealing his presence, suppressing his aura, and concealing even the rhythm of his heartbeat.

Below, in the suffocating darkness of stone and soil, Cyrus remained perfectly still.

Then—

“Huh?”

Cyrus narrowed his eyes.

Even through layers of compacted earth and shattered ley lines, he heard it.

A voice.

It did not echo through the air. It did not tremble through the ground.

It spoke directly into his mind.

Cold.

Commanding.

Ancient.

“It’s time to make yourself useful, slave.”

Cyrus’ pupils shrank.

That voice.

He hadn’t heard it in a long time.

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