"Hmm?"
The man in sunglasses suddenly had an idea.
He raised his hand and tapped lightly in the air.
Someone suddenly appeared.
—It was a man wearing a black top hat and holding a scepter.
Augustus!
He is the master of the Withering Scepter!
"What major event happened that made you call me over?" Augustus asked.
"This world retains too many traces of the Eternal World civilization... It's not very convenient for us to manage. I'm here to change everyone, you are responsible for erasing all traces of technology."
The man in sunglasses said.
"Interesting, are you planning to make the civilization regress?" Augustus asked.
The man in sunglasses squatted down, pressed his hand on the ground, and said in a low voice:
—Let humanity be in the primitive era—no, in the Middle Ages, so they are easier to manage and cannot stir up any waves."
Threads of light lines emanated from his hand and swiftly spread across the earth.
In an instant.
On Earth.
