As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

Who would have thought that in the eyes of countless creatures, the mysterious, majestic, holy and lofty heaven is actually an island.

The island is huge.

It quietly hovered in mid-air, moving at a speed slower than the revolution of the Dusk Continent.

The bottom of the island is covered with large pieces of sky blue transparent crystals. It seems that it is because of these crystals that the island can remain suspended in the air and never fall.

Just several thousand meters below the island, there is a layer of regular hexagonal blocks, which are pieced together to form something like a shield. It is this shield that blocks the connection between the heaven and the underworld.

The vast island is dotted with various luxurious buildings, inhabited by the gods of the Sky Island and the angels who serve them. In the middle of these numerous buildings stands a tall tower.

The tower does not look particularly luxurious, but it is simple and solemn.

The construction process also looks quite special. Ordinary tall towers are often built with bricks, or neatly cut stones of uniform size. However, this tower in front of us looks like it is carved out of a whole huge stone. It is a seamless whole without any flaws.

There are countless luxurious buildings on this sky island, but with just a glance, you can tell that this tower is the real core.

The tower has seven floors in total.

It doesn't look particularly majestic, but the beings living on the Sky Island are very clear that there is something else going on inside the tower. It is said that there are seven small worlds in this seven-story tower, and each floor represents an independent space.

The administrator of the entire world lives in this seven-story tower.

It is said that the supreme being lives on the seventh floor, but that being sleeps all year round and rarely wakes up. Most things are left to administrators such as repairmen to handle.

God, angel.

It sounds high and mighty, and countless creatures on the Dusk Continent admire and worship it.

But who could have known that those so-called gods and angels were nothing more than slaves serving the administrators on the Sky Island.

At this moment, on the fourth floor of the seven-story tower, a figure was furious. He was so angry that he crushed the mug in his hand into powder. His eyes were staring straight at an oil lamp in front of him, and the candle in the lamp had been extinguished.

He was wearing strange clothes, not like the long robes commonly seen on the Dusk Continent. The top was a top and the pants were pants, clearly separated. Several arms behind him broke through the obstruction of the clothes, and his nimble fingers were operating something.

His chest was inexplicably sunken, and those who knew about it knew that his heart was taken out and eaten alive by the last Twilight King eight thousand years ago.

If he was just an ordinary practitioner, it would be enough for him to grow a new heart.

But he is different, he is an administrator, he is a repairman, he is responsible for maintaining the world line.

The physical body of every administrator is that of the supreme being, forged through special means and using special materials. The strength of this artificially created physical body is extremely exaggerated.

Even among the numerous gods, the God of War, the God of Wilderness, and the God of Dragon, who are known for their strong physical bodies, their physical strength is not worth mentioning in front of the Administrator. It is like the difference between an egg and a stone.

Even an attack by a power-hungry god would hardly leave even the slightest scratch on the administrator's body.

It is precisely because the physical body is so powerful that once the physical body is damaged it is extremely difficult... no, it can almost be said to be impossible to recover.

Eight thousand years ago, the repairman had his heart removed and became a laughing stock among many administrators.

A thousand years ago, another eyeball was plucked out by a blasphemer.

After suffering two consecutive heavy blows, some administrators have even begun to question whether the repairman is qualified to maintain the world line. Even the angels and gods outside have had similar debates.

When his position was in jeopardy, the repairman had to resort to harsh punishments to restrain the gods and angels, and only then could he calm down the chaotic voices. However, the repairman could only calm down the gods and angels, and the administrators might not give him much face.

Especially in recent times, the world line has become more and more chaotic.

Uncontrolled heretics appear one after another, and the world line set up by the supreme being has now become chaotic. The voices of administrators questioning the repairman are becoming more and more intense.

In other words, the supreme being is still sleeping and has not awakened yet. Otherwise, the repairman believes that all kinds of impeachment voices against him would have already reached the ears of the supreme being.

This situation made the repairman extremely frightened. He knew very well that once he was deprived of his authority as a repairman, he would become worthless and nothing.

In heaven, life without value has no reason to exist at all.

He must deal with things completely before the Supreme wakes up. The Supreme wakes up every ten years, so it will take a few years for the Supreme to wake up, and there is not much time left for the repairman.

That was why the repairman was so anxious to use some means that violated the rules to send the soul of the God of Death Benavid to the Dusk Continent.

He originally thought that it was the God of Death. Even though it was just a soul, as long as it could find a body to possess, the power it could unleash would definitely not be something that a few heretics could resist.

The repairman originally estimated that good news would come within a few days.

Ron, Philomena, Patridge, and Hefferson, the four heretics except Archibald will certainly be eradicated one after another. As long as these four sources disappear, the world line of the Dusk Continent, which has been in chaos for a long time, will be drawn back to the normal route in no time.

The repairman has been waiting these few days.

But the final result of waiting was that the fire of the soul of the god of death Benavid was extinguished.

The fire of the soul was extinguished, which meant that the God of Death Benavid had... fallen.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

A low, suppressed roar came from the repairman's throat, like that of a wild beast.

The originally normal square face was now twisted into a ball, with only a pair of eyes emitting a green light like a jackal, ready to devour anyone.

That was the God of Death Benavid. Although his strength was not particularly outstanding among the gods, he was a god after all. How could his soul be destroyed so easily? Could it be that those damned heretics of Ron had grown to such a level of strength?

The repairman couldn't accept such an outcome.

Although he lost a heart, he still killed the last Twilight King. Even the body of the last Twilight King was divided into seven parts and suppressed separately.

Although the former blasphemer dug out one of his eyes, he was also struck to death by the thunder from the sky that he summoned. Although he later realized that the blasphemer was extremely insidious and cunning and faked his death to escape, no matter what, that guy can only hide in the abyss now and dares not show up at all.

The so-called saint, Patrick, could only keep fleeing under his pursuit.

Philomena could only flee in panic all over the Dusk Continent.

Although Heferson seemed to be backed by a powerful evil god, he could only hide in the forest of elves and dared not show up on weekdays.

Although these guys are heretics, they don't actually have much impact on the world line of the Dusk Continent. The changes they cause are all controllable.

But there was only one guy, Ron, who was jumping around outside every day, and he had no way to deal with him. He could only watch Ron jumping in front of him like a fly, which was disgusting to the extreme.

And the impact this guy has on the world line is difficult to estimate.

Normally, the resurrection of the young god and the rampage of black beasts would be the biggest disaster in the Dusk Continent in the past eight thousand years. More than two-thirds of all life in the world would perish in this disaster. But now, the disaster of the young god and the black beasts is just a minor incident. The few black beasts and young gods are easily suppressed by the strong men from various countries.

Normally, Dolores' story has already gone through most of the story. She should be enjoying a life of semi-imprisonment in her own mansion, and then be executed after the new king has completely grasped power. But now Dolores has become the queen of Granville.

The war between Granville, the Spong Theocracy and the orcs should have started long ago. The Spong Theocracy should have been completely destroyed under the siege of Granville and the orcs, but now the Spong Theocracy is still alive and well, and even Lydia, one of the witches, has become another queen.

Even Ifrit, the last dragon girl of the dragon clan.

The original Dragon Girl should now be wandering in human cities, enduring bullying, insults and torture, constantly cultivating hatred for humans, and then appear with her brother decades later, bringing a new round of disasters to the Dusk Continent.

But now Ifrit does not have any hatred towards humans, and even lives a free and easy life.

It's all chaos, it's all chaos.

Countless silk threads seemed to appear in front of the repairman's almost crazy eyes, and these silk threads were tangled together like a tangled mess.

When the repairman saw this scene, he felt like his head was about to explode.

so horrible.

The repairman had no idea how long it would take just to untangle these chaotically tangled threads of fate.

The repairman simply couldn't imagine how angry the Supreme would be if he woke up and saw that the world line he designed had become what it is now. He didn't know what kind of punishment he would receive.

No, this won't work.

These four heretics must be killed... no, to be precise, Ron.

Ron must be killed.

As long as Ron survives for one more day, it will bring uncontrollable impact to the subsequent world line. Only by eliminating Ron can he have time to free up his hands and sort out this chaotic world line.

The repairman was gasping for breath. Even though he didn't need to breathe at all, at this moment, he was greedily breathing in the fresh air like an ordinary human being, as if only in this way could he suppress the restlessness in his chest.

His eyes were fixed straight ahead.

In front of the eyes are densely packed, countless silk threads.

That is not an illusion, it is something real.

But suddenly, the repairman's eyelids jumped, and he saw hundreds of thousands of silk threads that were cut in half extending uncontrollably, and these silk threads separated into more, as many as millions of new silk threads.

The originally chaotic scene was quickly connected with more and denser silk threads around it because of the extension of hundreds of thousands of silk threads and the appearance of millions of silk threads out of thin air.

The already chaotic world line has become extremely chaotic at this moment.

The repairman couldn't bear it any longer and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He was so angry that he vomited blood.

It had been so many years that the repairman had no idea how much time had passed. Perhaps it had been tens of thousands of years. This was the first time he had been so angry that he vomited blood.