Baiyang dragged me out of the room without explanation, then pushed me toward the outdoor area that resembled hell itself.

I looked at the devastated streets, reached out to grab my own arm, and pinched it hard…

I shouldn’t be dreaming, right?

This was a feeling I’d never experienced before… Walking on the streets, I felt as if everyone in the “Land of the End” had died, and I was the only living person.

I had never imagined before that gradually drying blood would have the texture of glue, sticky enough to form threads when stepped on.

The sense of oppression, despair, and the smell here were even more intense than before.

I walked dazedly through the streets, and it was indeed no different from what I had expected… There were no living people here, only “Zodiacs” and “natives.”

The “natives” seemed to have been liberated, returning to their “normal lives.” I could see young people out for walks, sisters carrying baskets shopping in empty supermarkets, and office workers on the roadside raising their arms to hail taxis.

The arm of the one hailing a taxi had been raised for who knows how long, already showing signs of desiccation.

These people were quiet yet mad.

Looking at the “Zodiacs,” each one’s expression displayed complete numbness and confusion. They slowly dragged the corpses of “Participants” from their rooms onto the streets, casually tossing them out like garbage.

When they saw me, they would be slightly surprised, but quickly lowered their heads helplessly and continued cleaning their venues.

I carefully considered the current situation… It seemed some uncontrollable incident had occurred that killed everyone…

But if this was a “Heavenly-level Moment,” logically some people should have survived…

Why wasn’t there a single living person? Why was I the only survivor?

This seemed like a long-awaited holiday for the “Zodiacs”…

Wait, this feeling… Could this be the “Great Reshuffle”?

Brother Yang once said that if someone collected 3,600 “Dao,” there would definitely be an upper-level Great Reshuffle. At that time, everyone would have their memories wiped and be killed to ensure this place started from zero again.

Looking at it now… it really seemed like some kind of “Great Reshuffle” had occurred.

This meant someone had collected them all… but who could it be?

Was it the leader of some organization?

After calming down, I realized the most likely person to accomplish this was the man who had won 2,900 “Dao” from Brother Yang last time.

It seemed I still hadn’t understood Brother Yang’s thinking. I thought he transferred those “Dao” to “Participants” to “prevent the reshuffle,” but it turned out it was to “facilitate the reshuffle”…

Perhaps as he himself said, he was preparing to greatly reduce the popularity of “Paradise Bank.” Now he could not only reduce the popularity but also use all the “Dao” in the bank as his own chips.

After all, no one would remember they had ever deposited “Dao” here.

Has Baiyang been in urgent need of money lately?

Wait… I suddenly frowned…

If there’s a Great Reshuffle… will Jiang Ruoxue also be reshuffled?

Will she still remember me?

At this thought, I frantically searched the city for Jiang Ruoxue. I went to the areas she frequently visited and began examining the corpses on the ground…

At this moment, I discovered all the corpses were somewhat strange… They were all lying face-down.

It seemed something had pierced through from the back of these people’s heads and then through their foreheads. So all these people would be face-down, appearing completely unprepared.

But this also increased my workload, as almost every corpse had to be turned over to confirm their identity.

For an entire day, I searched through hundreds of fresh corpses, but I didn’t find Jiang Ruoxue. My hands were stained with the blood of countless people. It dried and was stained again, stained and dried again, now itching unbearably… But what about Jiang Ruoxue?

Would she completely forget me?

Before sunset, I finished searching the last street, then sat down against a wall, completely exhausted…

Something seemed strange… I needed to sort out my thoughts…

Yes, I indeed hadn’t found Jiang Ruoxue, but I also hadn’t found any of the “Extreme Path” members from my memory.

Perhaps I had searched too few corpses, only a few hundred. In the coming time, I needed to continue searching. I finally understood the meaning of “see the person alive or the corpse dead.”

The next day, following the location of “Heaven’s Gate” that Jiang Ruoxue had mentioned to me, I headed toward their hotel, but there wasn’t a single corpse here. I was somewhat surprised—had such a huge organization all gone out?

Before long, I found a note in what looked like an office. The handwriting appeared elegant and graceful, with only three short lines:

“Returning comrades please note: ‘Heaven’s Gate’ has relocated to the western school. Please proceed to rendezvous.”

“School…”

I put the note back in place and then ran toward the western school. If “Heaven’s Gate” had really moved there, it meant Jiang Ruoxue had followed them.

When I arrived at the school, I indeed found a large number of corpses… Unfortunately, I didn’t recognize any of them.

I had never seen their leader, nor did I know what the core members looked like. However, I discovered an extremely beautiful girl.

Based on her height of over 175 centimeters, she was very likely the “Strong Fortune” that Jiang Ruoxue had mentioned. Even she hadn’t escaped.

I searched the entire school but couldn’t find any trace of Jiang Ruoxue… or even Auntie Tong’s corpse.

I seemed to be beginning to understand what was happening…

Baiyang had once told me: “I’ve always been ensuring your safety and the safety of those around you.”

Only now did I finally understand what that statement truly meant…

The “Extreme Path” seemed to have immunity from death…

I muttered to myself while walking out of the school with my head down.

No wonder… No wonder the “Extreme Path” could be so stable, no wonder we could always recruit members…

The people of the “Extreme Path” could escape the Great Reshuffle… They had memories that lasted longer than anyone else’s…

But wait, that’s not right!

My mind suddenly froze… If all “Extreme Path” members wouldn’t die and could escape the reshuffle… why would there be a corpse of me in Baiyang’s office?!

Why had I died?!

Just as I was lost in thought, a soft questioning voice came from not far from the school gate.

“Hey…?” The person called out tentatively, then raised their voice to shout, “Little sister!”

I looked up and saw Old Sun from “Original Objects” standing there.

“Old Sun…?”

“It’s me!” Old Sun walked over happily. “You really are one of our own! Are there any others of our own inside this school?”

“This…” I shook my head. “There are no living people inside.”

“That means Little Jiang isn’t here.” Old Sun said. “Where has that girl wandered off to now?”

“Wait… Old Sun.” I was somewhat uncertain about the current situation. “Have you experienced this kind of thing before?”

“How did you become so confused, little sister…?” Old Sun said with some puzzlement. “You joined the ‘Extreme Path’ before I did, right? This Great Reshuffle happens every few years. I’m used to it—are you still not used to it?”

Every few years…?

I seemed to know where the problem lay… It appeared that every time I had a mental lapse, I had skipped over a Great Reshuffle.