What hit him face-first was a chilling wind of terror he'd never experienced before.

When Chaichuang returned to his senses, he was already standing beneath a towering high peak, looking up, he could gaze at that magnificent and tragic halo.

Like the aurora dancing in the sky, occupying the sky dome, it effortlessly dyed everything with its colors.

He had never seen such a majestic peak before.

Dangerous yet sublime…

When it appeared in front of him, nothing else in the world existed, because it was the axis of heaven and earth.

Even though it was so cold, he couldn't feel fear.

Because within his chest burned an unpredictable flame of terror, dispelling the insignificant cold, burning his eyes red, urging him forward.

To challenge this perilous peak that had already buried countless corpses.

No matter how many screams accompanied gaunt bodies, falling from the sky, splattering into flesh beside him… the flying blood landed on his face, bringing an enticing sweet fragrance.

Each step upward brought a step of joy.

Just like everything he had experienced in the past.

From birth, competition started in kindergarten. Students could only be enslaved; the class monitor had the privilege of eating first and could freely choose milk.

But they still had to obey the teacher, running errands on their command.

The teacher had to obey the principal, no matter how unreasonable the teaching requirements were.

The principal had to put on a smile when meeting certain students' parents, fervently pleasing them.

In front of the school board and investors, everyone's efforts turned into a series of numbers, written on exaggerated smiling faces, subject to selection.

Newcomers must pour tea for the predecessors, who must greet the section chief. In front of the CEO, the section chief is nothing, but the CEO must bow to the directors and higher executives.

The human world has a hierarchy.

Invisible floors divide the heights, enveloping everything within.

Pleasing the Master, becoming the chief senior brother, they could command other apprentices to handle the chores.

Having acquired the skill, becoming the Chef Demon, he could escape the close confines of the pyramid's base, looking up, he could see the general's cold face.

Surpass classmates, surpass colleagues, surpass teachers.

Step by step putting his name among the Great Chant…

But is this enough?

Why stop?

When he looked at the other mediocre companions around, he would spontaneously feel confused — isn't this just the beginning?

He struggled, climbed upward, forgetting everything.

A one-star Chef Demon evaluation, standing alone, after becoming an expert, he could earn a sea of money.

But no matter how much money there is, it is meaningless.

Achieving two stars, he could control the Great Chant, becoming the undisputed general, walking under the spotlight, enjoying everyone's envious gaze.

But still limited under the Great Chant's banner, buried by the predecessor's glory.

Achieving a three-star evaluation, the Chaichuang school could form its lineage, proudly overlooking, laughing at the companions…

Climb higher, climb higher… until the court officials bow, doctors pay respect.

Even in front of the Former Emperor, he could talk and laugh!

Right, that's correct, as long as he moves forward, all opponents will bow at his feet!

Towards the throne of the Chef Demon, Chaichuang strives forward!

Just a little bit more, just a little bit more…

At the table, Chaichuang's arm was already stripped to the bone.

Sweat continuously dripped from his forehead and face.

Sweat-drenched.

Intense gasping.

Between those skeletal fingers, a pair of trembling chopsticks could never cross that final line.

The distance to the end, only a step away.

Just one last step left!

"What a pity, it ends here."

Guo ShouQue looked down mercifully at his pitiful opponent, overhead, the cold light spilled, a massive shadow expanded, covering that pale face.

At that moment, beneath the high peak, the terrifying blizzard abruptly stopped.

Chaichuang finally saw… beyond the myriad neon above the sky dome, that hideous shadow, and those indifferent and mocking eyes.

Looking down.

Staring at the struggling ant in his palm.

Darkness instantly shrouded everything, when the beautiful illusion disappeared, the flame of ambition within his chest unknown when it had already gone out, replaced by a void.

He lowered his head, saw the gap in front of his chest, and those insects gnawing at his lungs and wriggling faces, they were grinning, at him.

When he embraced power, power was devouring him as well…

At that moment, the majestic high peak finally revealed its hideousness!

After the snow faded away, only the writhing crimson remained.

Countless broken limbs were intricately piled, countless shattered skulls arranged in succession, the foul-smelling blood oozed from the gaps, crawling over twisted faces and hollow eyes.

In the mountain of corpses, built upon remains, echoed a horrible shrill laughter!

One by one, tentacles extended from it, tearing at his shattered arm and body, inward, inch by inch tightening…

"Go away!! Go away!!!"

Chaichuang shrieked in horror, roared in fury, desperately struggling.

Stumbling backward…

Even after awakening from the illusion, he still couldn't escape that terrifying nightmare and couldn't flee from that hollow gaze of the pig's head in front of him.

The cracked face quickly twisted, but no blood could seep out.

In the wailing, the last shred of consciousness disintegrated.