Chu Tianqiu, Doctor Zhao, and Han Yimo sat quietly in the classroom.

This was the devastating “Pegasus Moment” with cries of anguish everywhere, yet the three remained motionless in their chairs.

Three black threads extended through the door, but each time they approached the trio, they turned into black powder.

Three small mountains of black powder had piled up on the ground.

“Doctor Zhao… this is too incredible…” Han Yimo moved his lips slightly. “Can you turn everything into powder?”

“Everything?” Doctor Zhao shook his head. “I can’t do that.”

“But your ability is so powerful!!” Han Yimo said. “You’re just sitting here doing nothing, yet these black threads keep shattering! You’re like a ‘savior’ who’s saved all three of our lives!”

“Savior…?” Doctor Zhao gave a bitter laugh. “You’re giving me too much credit. Being able to save the three of us must be pure dumb luck.”

“Oh…?” Chu Tianqiu chuckled lightly. “What kind of ‘dumb luck’?”

“I only wished for these three black threads to shatter.” Doctor Zhao said helplessly. “But they seem to keep growing continuously, creating this bizarre situation. They grow while shattering at the same time. Right now, the shattering speed happens to match the growth speed perfectly, so the black threads appear to be neither advancing nor retreating, instead suspended in midair.”

“So your ‘Disintegration’ will never stop until it achieves its goal…” Chu Tianqiu nodded with a grin at the corner of his mouth. “Doctor Zhao, when do you think you’ll be able to ‘disintegrate’ humans?”

“‘Disintegrate’ humans…?” Doctor Zhao was slightly stunned after hearing this. “No way… Chu Tianqiu, what are you thinking? You want to use this ability to kill people…?”

Chu Tianqiu extended his right hand in a fist, then held it before his eyes. “‘Kill people’? No, ‘killing people’ is naturally not my goal. I’m just looking forward to it—looking forward to the day when you’ll make all the ‘upper level’ here… whoosh!”

He suddenly opened his hand, his slender fingers pointing in five directions, as if simulating a bizarre explosion.

“…With just a thought, turn them all into powder.”

Doctor Zhao recalled his first time participating in the “Weapon Cards” game with Qi Xia against Earth-Chicken. He had tried using his “Disintegration” to break down his opponent, but no matter how he attempted it, he couldn’t make it work.

“It’s because you yourself don’t believe it…” Chu Tianqiu adjusted his glasses. “Deep down, you’re rejecting this. You instinctively believe that a living, breathing person shouldn’t turn into powder. You’re not crazy enough yet. In some ways, you really should learn well from Han Yimo.”

“Me…?” Han Yimo was startled.

“Yes.” Chu Tianqiu smiled. “I want to help you break through the ‘shackles’ in your hearts. The first step is to delete three words from your dictionary.”

Doctor Zhao frowned as he looked at Chu Tianqiu. “Which three words?”

“They are ‘impossible’.” Chu Tianqiu answered. “Ever since I began accepting all the settings of this entire ‘Land of the End’, I’ve never said those three words again. After all, here, anything is possible. The greatest shackle in your subconscious is that you instinctively think certain things are impossible.”

“But this is too absurd…”

“Not absurd.” Chu Tianqiu shook his head. “Here, sharp blades can grow from people’s bodies, flowing sand can pour from their eyes, countless broken tongues can spray from their mouths. If you can accept all these things… why can’t humans turn into powder?”

Doctor Zhao and Han Yimo exchanged glances after hearing this, both their expressions somewhat complex.

Chu Tianqiu immediately saw through their concerns.

“Wait…” Chu Tianqiu slowly raised his hand to his forehead, finding the situation somewhat laughable. “You’re showing such shocked expressions that I feel like I’ve identified the wrong ‘shackles’.”

Doctor Zhao increasingly felt that the man before him was somewhat frightening. He seemed able to see through people’s hearts.

“Your inner shackles—don’t tell me you still think you’re ‘somewhat good people’?” As soon as Chu Tianqiu finished speaking, he couldn’t help but laugh. “A writer who spread false rumors and a doctor who killed someone… actually presenting yourselves as good people before me…?”

“Chu Tianqiu, you even know about our pasts…” Doctor Zhao said with furrowed brows. “So in your view, we can’t be considered ‘good people’?”

“Good people…?” Chu Tianqiu smiled slightly. “Are you referring to Han Yimo, who spread false rumors, desperately tried to make amends, and in the end went crazy and killed an entire family… or you, Zhao Haibo, who overestimated your abilities, took bribes, insisted on performing surgery, and ended up turning the patient into a vegetable?”

Doctor Zhao lowered his head after hearing this, his expression particularly sorrowful.

“So how exactly do we distinguish between ‘good people’ and ‘bad people’…?” Han Yimo’s eyes also became dejected. “We never harmed anyone in our entire lives, worked hard to live our own lives well, yet we’re defined as ‘bad people’ because of a single mistake.”

Chu Tianqiu stood up and slowly walked toward the three black threads.

“There are no good people in this world… It’s just that everyone’s degree of badness differs.”

“No good people…”

After hearing this sentence, Doctor Zhao and Han Yimo felt the last thing they held onto in their hearts collapse as well.

“Living in this world for decades… haven’t you two had even a single ‘not good’ thought?” Chu Tianqiu reached out and touched the black thread before him, then looked at his fingers. “There are no saints in this world… How could saints possibly have good endings…”

His eyes looked even more dejected than Han Yimo and Doctor Zhao combined, as if his words had another meaning.

The atmosphere fell silent for a few seconds. Chu Tianqiu showed a smile again and spoke. “However, thanks to Doctor Zhao’s blessing, I’ve roughly figured out what this ‘Pegasus Moment’ actually is.”

Chu Tianqiu reached down and pinched a handful of black powder from the ground, then squeezed it hard between his index finger and thumb. He discovered that the powder seemed to have pierced into his skin, causing sharp pain.

“What is it…?”

The two walked over to look at Chu Tianqiu’s fingers. If one looked carefully, those pieces of black powder were like tiny little sticks, half embedded in his hand, half exposed outside.

“It’s hair.” Chu Tianqiu smiled. “Hair as hard as iron that can pierce into skin.”

“What…?” The two were startled.

“I understand now—it’s ‘Hardening’, ‘Tracking’, and ‘Wild Growth’…” Chu Tianqiu slowly broke into a grin. “The ‘Pegasus Moment’ that can kill everyone—when broken down, the principle is actually so simple…”