"Fang Yuan, quietly hand over the Spring Autumn Cicada and I'll give you a quick death!"

"Fang Yuan you damn demon, just because you wanted to cultivate the Spring Autumn Cicada, you've gone and killed thousands of people. You've committed too many unforgivable, heinous sins!"

Fang Yuan was in deep green robes that had been torn to shreds. His hair was disheveled and his entire body was covered in blood.

Fresh blood flowed from the numerous wounds on the body. Just by standing there for a short while, Fang Yuan had already accumulated a large pool of blood beneath his feet.

Enemies surrounded him all around; there was already no way out.

It was a forgone conclusion that he would die here.

"I failed in the end." Fang Yuan sighed in his heart emotionally, yet there were no regrets.

This end result was something he had foreseen. When he made his decision in the beginning, he had prepared himself for this.

"If the Spring Autumn Cicada that I have just cultivated is effective, I shall still be a demon in my next life!" With this thought, Fang Yuan couldn't help but let out a big laugh before sacrificing everything to the Spring Autumn Cicada gu.

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2024, Earth

"The ban on Reverend Insanity remains unlifted, a shadow lingering over everything."

A man muttered to himself, staring at the screen of his phone. "Another reason to hate China, I guess."

He sighed, the weight of exhaustion settling on his shoulders. "It's getting late... I need to sleep so I can get up early, go to work, like every day." His voice trailed off, a mix of frustration and resignation.

Throwing the phone onto the nightstand, he lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The familiar, suffocating thoughts crept in again. "When will I escape this endless loop? When will I be free from this grind, these pointless rules?"

The monotony of his life settled over him like a heavy cloak. "Reading Reverend Insanity was the only thing that brought me joy. I've read it over and over, praying for the ban to lift, hoping to see Fang Yuan's final triumph. But dreams... they're just that."

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With a final sigh, he closed his eyes, surrendering to the darkness. His heartbeat slowed, fading into silence—dying without knowing, without pain.

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The silence was endless. He floated in a vast, dark void, weightless, without the burden of thought or time. Suddenly, a soft light pierced through the darkness, growing brighter until it enveloped him completely.

He opened his eyes—or perhaps he didn't have eyes anymore. Everything around him was white, infinite, formless. A figure appeared in the distance, radiating warmth and peace.

"Am I... dead?" he asked, his voice sounding distant, almost as if it wasn't his own.

"Yes," came the reply, soft but clear. "You have left your world behind, and I am here to assist you."

The man paused, forcing himself to stay calm. "So, what happens now?"

"You stand at a crossroads," the figure said, opening something akin to a system window that glimmered with potential. "You may choose between oblivion and rebirth. You can return, but not as you were. You will be reborn into a new world, with gifts granted, but it will be the world of Reverend Insanity."

His eyes widened as he scanned the glowing window. Reverend Insanity—Fang Yuan's world! The chance to enter that world, to live it, to be part of it. It was thrilling. He chuckled bitterly. "Who in their right mind would turn this down?"

"Only three will be granted to shape your next life. Choose wisely."

"The endless cycle of work and sleep had worn him down. Yet, here, in this eternal void, the weight of his old life seemed to melt away. His passion for Reverend Insanity, for the world Fang Yuan lived in, filled the emptiness inside him. 'A chance to live in that world, with those powers...' He chuckled bitterly. 'Who would ever turn that down?'

His eyes scanned the list. The first choice was clear.

"First, the A.I. Chip. Link it to my soul like the one from Warlock of the Magus World." He grinned, excitement filling his voice while recalling how it had been the true key to everything in that series.

"Granted " responding to me

"I want to replace Fang Yuan, inheriting all of his attainments, with his 500 years of memories stored in the A.I. Chip." His mind raced—Fang Yuan's identity, his very existence, was the ultimate cheat.

When?" the figure asked.

"When he used the Spring Autumn Cicada for the third time in the Three Kings Inheritance" These blurry moments make replacing Fang Yuan the safest without any accidents.

"Granted."

His heart raced with anticipation. "Finally... my last gift." He hesitated. "I want to shield myself from Heaven's Will. Modify my third gift so that it can allow A.I. to generate false memories, making Heaven's Will believe its plans are still proceeding smoothly."

The air grew thick with tension, Silence remained for a long time, the air growing thick with tension. He felt a cold chill—was this too much to ask for?. The man's anxiety spiked. Had he asked for too much? Was this request impossible?

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The air grew thick, suffocating. Silence hung over him like a blade poised to drop.

At last, the figure spoke again.

"____Your three gifts shall be granted"

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