Review of Despair World: The Lord of Mysteries

The mysterious light curtain unexpectedly descended upon various worlds, and anyone on the list may receive a reward.

The opening exposes the world of despair

TOP10: The World of the Mysterious Lord

Despair level: 9.0

Good news: You’ve traveled through time.

Bad news: You have traveled to the world of the Lord of Mystery

In other worlds you might be able to survive, but in the mysterious world you just traveled through, and you can be reincarnated in the next second.

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9. Mysterious Resurrection World

Despair level: 9.5

If you are lucky enough to survive the mysterious world, then you will face the even more terrifying mysterious resurrection world.

Gui cannot be killed, but can only be imprisoned. Humans are the weakest in this world and cannot break the rules.

If you break the rules, you will die!

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TOP8: The Strange Immortal World

Despair level: 10.0

Dao Weird Immortal’s despair is at its peak!

If the first two are not so hopeless, then Daoguiyixian can definitely be called the most hopeless world.

Review of Despair World: The Lord of Mysteries
Chapter 1: Mysterious Light Curtain Descends the Heavens, Starting with an Inventory of the Ten Weird Worlds
The gap in the curtains was like a long and narrow knife edge, cutting the world in front of Su Ze.
A child who looked no more than seven or eight years old was grinning, revealing white teeth that did not belong to his age.
The child’s body was densely packed with even smaller babies, each of which was gnawing at the flesh and blood of passersby.
The passerby let out a scream that was extremely shrill, but the sound suddenly stopped.
He fell down, his flesh and blood covered, and was soon overwhelmed by the squirming “children”.
Su Ze’s whole body trembled violently, and goose bumps instantly covered his whole body.
Cold sweat oozed out from his forehead and back, soaking his thin clothes.
“Mysterious resurrection… Dachang City… The starving ghost incident…”
His lips trembled as he uttered a few words that frightened even himself.
That’s right, he traveled through time and space and came to this terrifying world where despair breeds and evil spirits run rampant.
A huge feeling of powerlessness overwhelmed him like a tide, almost suffocating him.
“bite!”
A crisp electronic sound suddenly rang in Su Ze’s mind.
“Detecting strong despair in the host, the despair inventory system is officially activated!”
“This system aims to inventory hopeless events, hopeless people, and hopeless worlds across the universe, and to collect the resulting despair value generated by all living beings.”
“Despair Points can be used to redeem any item in the system mall, including but not limited to extraordinary abilities, powerful weapons, and mysterious knowledge…”
Su Ze’s pupils suddenly contracted and his heart began to beat uncontrollably.
despair?
What he lacks the least at this moment is despair!
“Inventory…collect despair points…”
He muttered to himself, his eyes filled with ecstasy at having survived a disaster.
There is always a way out!
“Start taking inventory immediately!”
Su Ze didn’t hesitate at all, his thoughts roaring in his mind.
He wants to survive, to survive in this cannibalistic world!
The next moment, a virtual editing interface appeared in his mind.
“Inventory Theme: The Ten Most Famous Scenes of Despair in the Universe!”
Su Ze’s fingers trembled as he quickly entered the first title in the edit box.
“TOP 10: Unsolvable Despair – The Mysterious Revival World, The Starving Ghost Incident, Yang Jian’s Final Struggle!”
He quickly compiled and edited what he had seen outside the window and the horrific details of the starving ghost incident in his memory.
With a thought, he confirmed the release.
Rumble——!
A loud noise that seemed to come from the ancient times suddenly resounded throughout Dachang City and even the entire world without any warning!
In Guanjiang Community, inside a safe house that has been reinforced with layers of security.
Wang Xiaoming pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and his eyes behind the lenses were as sharp as a knife.
Staring intently at a makeshift screen in front of him.
A strange scene was playing on the screen.
A young man with empty eyes and a haggard face was putting a rough rope around his neck.
“Yang Jian…”
Wang Xiaoming whispered the name, without any emotion in his voice.
He knew this young man, a ghost rider with great potential, but he chose to end his life in the incident of starving ghosts.
“He hanged himself.”
A slightly hoarse voice sounded, with a hint of pity.
Wang Xiaoming didn’t look back. He knew that the person who spoke was Li Jun, one of the persons in charge of handling the starving ghost incident.
At this moment, an even more terrifying noise suddenly came from the sky.
Snap!
It was as if a huge crack had appeared in the sky.
Inside the safe house, everyone looked up subconsciously.
Their pupils suddenly dilated and their faces were full of disbelief.
The originally solid and thick safety roof shed now became transparent.
Through this “transparent” roof, they clearly saw a huge golden light curtain that covered the sky and the sun!
The light curtain seemed to be embedded in the sky, emitting indescribable majesty and mystery.
“Ghostland!”
Li Jun’s face suddenly changed and he shouted sternly.
He reacted almost instinctively, and dark red flames instantly rose from his body.
“call–!”
The ghost fire surged, forming a huge field of fire, protecting Wang Xiaoming firmly in the center.
“Professor Wang, be careful! An unknown ghost realm is invading!”
Li Jun’s voice was distorted due to nervousness, and veins bulged on his forehead.
Wang Xiaoming was extremely calm. He looked up, his eyes sharp as torches, and carefully observed the vast sky.
After a moment, he spoke slowly.
“Li Jun, calm down.”
“This isn’t a ghost town.”
“I didn’t sense any fluctuations of supernatural power.”
Li Jun was stunned, but he did not dare to relax the ghost fire on his body at all.
“But…but what is this?”
His tone was filled with confusion and uneasiness.
Wang Xiaoming shook his head, a serious look flashing in his eyes.
“have no idea.”
“However, it does not appear to be in immediate danger.”
At the same time, in Dachang City, there were ordinary people who had managed to survive the starving ghost incident.
I also saw this earth-shaking change.
“Tian…Tian, what happened?”
A woman hiding in the basement saw the golden sky through the narrow ventilation hole and was frightened to death.
“Is it the end of the world?”
“A new ghost has appeared? A ghost scarier than the starving ghost?”
“Wow, wow, wow… I don’t want to die!”
Panic spread like a plague among the survivors.
Their already fragile nerves were completely broken at this moment.
Desperate cries, prayers, and curses echoed in every corner of the city.
Temporary command center outside Dachang City.
Deputy Minister Cao, who is in charge of handling supernatural events across the country, is anxiously listening to reports from all sides.
When the strange change in the sky occurred, he was in contact with the headquarters in Beijing via satellite phone.
“What’s that sound?”
Deputy Minister Cao suddenly looked up and looked out the window.
The next second, his expression turned extremely ugly, and the communicator in his hand fell to the ground with a “click”.
“Minister…Minister…”
The assistant beside him pointed to the sky with a trembling voice.
“What…what is that?”
Deputy Minister Cao stammered a few times but couldn’t utter a word.
He has been a soldier for half his life and has dealt with many A-level and even S-level supernatural incidents.
But the golden light curtain covering the entire sky before him was completely beyond his cognition.
“Contact headquarters immediately! Inquire about the situation in other areas!”
He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and issued a series of instructions.
“Report to the Minister! Headquarters has also observed the same sky!”
“Report! A sky curtain has appeared in Donghai City!”
“Report! A sky curtain has appeared at the northwest base!”
“Report! This thing has appeared all over the world…all over the world!”
The terrifying news one after another made the atmosphere in the command center extremely depressing.
“What the hell is this thing…”
Deputy Minister Cao muttered to himself, a deep feeling of powerlessness coming over him.
…
Fighting World, outside the Warcraft Mountains.
The young boy Xiao Yan was shirtless, his bronze skin covered with beads of sweat and fine scars.
He was holding a pitch-black Xuanzhong ruler and was fighting fiercely with a second-level magical beast, the Wind Wolf.
“drink!”
Xiao Yan let out a low cry, misstepped his steps, and narrowly avoided the sharp claws of the Gale Wolf.
The Xuanzhong ruler in his hand, with a force of a thousand pounds, smashed heavily on the waist of the Gale Wolf.
“Ouch—!”
The Wind Wolf let out a wail, its body flew sideways and crashed heavily into an ancient tree.
Xiao Yan was just about to step forward to finish off the enemy when suddenly, an indescribable loud noise came from the sky.
“Um?”
He frowned, stopped, and looked up at the sky vigilantly.
I saw that in the originally clear sky, an extremely huge golden light curtain appeared at some point.
It exudes a heart-pounding pressure.
The light curtain was so vast that it seemed to cover the entire sky.
“What’s this?”
Xiao Yan’s pupils shrank slightly, and a look of surprise and doubt appeared on his face.
He could feel that the sky seemed to contain some kind of great power that he could not understand.
For some reason, an inexplicable feeling of powerlessness, even a hint of despair, quietly emerged from the bottom of his heart.
“Strange…why do I feel this way?”
Xiao Yan clenched the Xuanzhong ruler in his hand, and his eyes became solemn.
This sudden appearance of the sky interrupted his practice and also threw a huge rock into the calm lake of his heart.
Trisolaran World, Earth, Planetary Defense Directorate Headquarters.
The huge conference hall was already in chaos.
“Alert! Alert! Unknown celestial phenomena have been observed in multiple locations around the world!”
“Preliminary assessment: This phenomenon is global! Repeat, global!”
The shrill sound of alarms and the hurried reports of staff were intertwined.
The entire conference hall was filled with an atmosphere of tension and panic.
“It’s the Trisolarans!”
A white-haired council member stood up suddenly, his face pale and his voice shrill with excitement.
“This must be a new conspiracy of the Trisolarans! What new means are they planning to use against us?”
“Last time, it was the sophon that locked down basic science. What’s going on this time? Outright destruction?”
“Oh my God! Is there still hope for us?”
The emotion called “despair” spread rapidly in the conference hall like a virus.
Many people looked ashen, as if they had seen the end of Earth civilization.
In the corner, the Wallfacer Luo Ji sat quietly, looking up at the sky image synchronized from the screen above the conference room.
His brows were furrowed and his eyes were full of thought.
“No……”
Luo Ji muttered to himself, his voice drowned out by the clamor of the crowd.
“It doesn’t feel like technology is the power of this.”
He could sense from that golden sky a technology that far exceeded human capabilities.
It may even be a mysterious power that far exceeds the technological level of the Three-Body Civilization.
“If the Trisolarans possessed this kind of means, they would have already taken action. Why wait until now?”
Luo Ji’s eyes were deep, and he vaguely felt that this matter might not be that simple.
At the same time, in the depths of the distant universe, the Trisolaran First Fleet.
The huge water droplet detectors are like loyal guards, guarding the huge triangular warships.
The atmosphere in the fleet command center was also extremely solemn.
“Report to the Archon! Our observation system has detected a golden sky projection directly above the fleet, synchronized with the Earth!”
The voice of a Trisolaran operator trembled with disbelief.
“What?”
The Archon in charge of the expedition suddenly stood up from his seat, his ghostly figure casting a faint shadow.
“How is that possible! Our fleet is light years away from Earth!”
“Try to analyze its composition! Try to interfere! Try to eliminate it!”
The Archon issued a series of orders, with a barely perceptible hint of panic in his tone.
However, no matter what advanced technological means they used, they could not have the slightest effect on the golden sky.
It just hangs there quietly, like an eternal declaration.
“Archon…we…we cannot understand this phenomenon.”
“It…it’s beyond the understanding of our civilization!”
A Trisolaran scientist in charge of technical analysis reported in an almost desperate tone.
The Trisolarans, a civilization that claims to be the most intelligent in the universe, felt fear and confusion from the bottom of their hearts for the first time.
This piece of sky, like an invisible slap, slapped their proud faces hard.
It’s not just the Mysterious Revival World, the Fights World, and the Three-Body World.
At this moment, in the world of high martial arts where martial arts flourishes, in the world of cultivation where immortals and heroes abound.
A magical fantasy world, a technologically advanced interstellar federation…
There are countless different civilizations and races in the universe.
Countless living beings saw the golden sky that spanned the sky and seemed to last forever.
Doubt, shock, fear, curiosity, awe…
All kinds of emotions intertwined in the hearts of countless creatures.
They didn’t know where this sky curtain came from, why it appeared, and what it would bring.
The unknown is often the most terrifying.
And Su Ze is the instigator of all this.
At this moment, he was staring at the despair value on the system panel in his mind, which began to jump slowly.
The corner of his mouth curled up into a meaningful smile.
“The good show has just begun.”
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ActivityRegister as a Filo member and receive 200 points![Register Now]Chapter 2: Despair! Humans are powerless to resist! Only ghosts can defeat ghosts! (Old Version)
At this moment, above the golden sky covering the entire world.
Ancient and desolate words slowly emerged, and each word seemed to contain endless majesty.
“The Ten Most Despairing Scenes in the Universe!”
Just eleven simple words, but they caused the hearts of countless creatures in the world to stop suddenly.
Then, the new font came together again.
“TOP 10: Mysterious Revival World – Knocking Ghost Incident!”
Below the font, a line of small blood-red characters glared like a warning.
“The inventory begins. All the heavens and the worlds are invited to witness together what true despair is!”
As soon as the words fell, the scene on the sky suddenly changed.
The originally clear sky was suddenly swallowed by endless darkness.
It was a ghostland that was extremely depressing, as if it could pull people’s souls into the abyss.
The camera focuses on a school called “Dachang No. 7 Middle School”.
The music during the break suddenly stopped.
Inside the teaching building, students were still laughing and playing, and teachers were preparing for the next class.
Everything seems so ordinary and peaceful.
“Knock, knock, knock…”
“Knock, knock… knock, knock…”
The sudden knock on the door sounded without warning in every classroom, every corridor, and every corner.
The sound was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone.
“Who is it?”
A female teacher who was drinking water at the podium asked in confusion and walked towards the classroom door.
The knocking continued.
She opened the door and found no one outside.
The female teacher frowned and closed the door.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
The knock on the door sounded again, as if it was right next to her ear.
The female teacher’s body suddenly stiffened and her face turned pale in an instant.
In the picture, her pupils began to roll upwards uncontrollably.
He clasped his hands tightly around his neck, making a strange “ho ho” sound in his throat.
“Teacher! What’s wrong with you?”
The students in the front row stood up in horror.
The female teacher’s body fell limply, her tongue sticking out, and she died in a miserable manner.
“ah–!”
Screams pierced the silence of the classroom.
Almost at the same time, the same tragedy broke out in other classrooms.
“Help!”
“Stop knocking! Stop knocking!”
“I don’t want to die!”
Panic spread like a plague, and students ran around like headless flies.
Some brave boys tried to use their desks to block the classroom door.
“Quick! Use all your strength! Don’t let it in!”
However, the ubiquitous knocking sound was still clearly audible.
The boys standing against the door all looked desperate, and then.
They also began to repeat their teacher’s actions, hanging themselves or strangling each other.
In the ghost realm, the rules are so cruel.
Anyone who hears the knock on the door will surely die!
A gentle boy wearing glasses seemed to have thought of something.
He trembled as he took out a compass from his pencil case and pointed the sharp tip at his eardrum.
“As long as I can’t hear anything…as long as I can’t hear anything, it’ll be fine!”
He roared like a beast and thrust the compass in!
“Ahhhh!”
Blood flowed down his ear canal, staining his cheeks red.
He succeeded in rendering himself deaf.
However……
That damn knock on the door still echoed clearly in his mind, as if it directly affected his soul.
The last glimmer of hope on the boy’s face was completely shattered, replaced by endless madness and despair.
He laughed wildly, grabbed a chair and smashed it hard at the classmate next to him.
massacre!
This is a one-sided massacre!
Ordinary people are no better than ants in front of evil spirits and have no room for resistance.
Countless creatures in front of the sky, looking at this bloody and cruel scene, felt a chill running from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.
At this moment, a man in uniform and holding a special pistol appeared on the screen.
“I’m Interpol Zhou Zheng! All students, don’t panic! Stay where you are!”
He shouted loudly, trying to maintain order.
The subtitles appeared: “Interpol Zhou Zheng, trying to stop the knocking ghost from killing.”
Zhou Zheng was experienced and he quickly determined that this was an extremely terrifying supernatural incident.
He fired, and the specially made bullet shot into the void, seeming to have a slight effect on the invisible knocking ghost.
There was a knock on the door, and a pause.
A glimmer of hope appeared in the eyes of the surviving students.
However, the next second, Zhou Zheng’s body began to rot rapidly, and dense corpse spots appeared on his skin.
The subtitles warn again: “Any attempt to stop it from killing will accelerate the resurrection of the evil spirit!”
Zhou Zheng fell to the ground in pain, and his body turned into a pool of foul-smelling pus at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Hope was crushed again.
Despair flooded the entire No. 7 Middle School like a tide.
The images on the sky screen kept switching, showing scenes of students’ tragic deaths.
They committed suicide by hanging, strangling, or using various other methods, or were killed by out-of-control classmates.
Vivid life withers like a fragile flower.
Finally, the picture freezes.
The subtitles read: “Dachang City No. 7 Middle School, a total of 3,127 teachers and students.”
“Survivors: Seven.”
“The rest are all dead.”
The cold numbers are shocking.
At the end of the picture, there is a young man with a determined look, but also with deep fatigue and fear.
Protecting six shivering classmates, he walked out of that hellish ghost zone with difficulty.
Subtitles: “Yang Jian, the only ghost rider who has mastered some of the Knocking Ghost’s power, and the six classmates he saved.”
The sky screen playback ended here, but the deep despair remained.
But it was transmitted through the sky to the hearts of every living being in the heavens and all worlds.
The world in the snow, the Beiliang Palace.
In the Tingchao Pavilion, Xu Fengnian looked at the students’ faces twisted in despair under the sky.
I brought about my own destruction under the invisible force, and felt a chill rushing from my tailbone to my forehead.
“hiss……”
He took a deep breath and almost couldn’t hold the Spring Thunder Sword in his hand.
“What the hell is this!”
Fine beads of cold sweat oozed from Xu Fengnian’s forehead.
He had seen blood and flesh flying on the battlefield, the intrigues and deceptions in the martial arts world, and even the shocking methods of the immortals on earth.
But this kind of invisible and intangible strange existence that can kill people invisibly with just a sound is simply unheard of and unseen!
“Totally incomprehensible and irresistible!”
He muttered to himself, his face turning pale.
“Those students didn’t even know who the enemy was, and they died just like that…”
“It’s so frustrating! So hopeless!”
Xu Fengnian felt a little scared.
“Fortunately… fortunately, this prince was not born in that mysterious resurrection world.”
“Otherwise, even if you are a martial arts master, you will not be able to escape death.”
He let out a long sigh, with a hint of relief in his tone.
“Living in a world like that is worse than death. It’s pure torture!”
In the world of mortals cultivating immortality, in a remote cave.
Han Li sat cross-legged, frowning tightly, watching the tragedy playing out on the sky screen.
There was a hint of solemnity and sigh in his eyes.
“A mysterious world of resurrection…are mortals so fragile?”
Han Li thought silently in his heart.
He had witnessed the cruelty of the world of cultivating immortals, where the strong preyed on the weak and one could die if not careful.
But even in the world of immortal cultivation, most mortal kingdoms can maintain superficial peace.
“I didn’t expect that in that world, it would be a luxury for mortals to live a peaceful and stable life.”
Han Li shook his head, feeling a little sad for those innocent students who died tragically.
“This existence called ‘ghost’ is even more mysterious and unpredictable than monsters and demons.”
“Accept the location by sound, kill by rules…it’s impossible to guard against.”
He couldn’t help but wonder, if he were in such an environment, would he be able to withstand it with his Qi Refining Stage cultivation?
The answer seems to be no.
“It seems that no matter which world you are in, strength is the root of everything.”
Han Li’s eyes became firm again, and his desire for power became more urgent.
In the world of Xian Ni, on a desolate planet of cultivation.
Wang Lin stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky. His expression was calm, but a strange look flashed in the depths of his eyes.
He watched those students die in despair and the so-called Interpol struggle in vain.
silence.
After a long while, he whispered in his heart.
“In the world of immortal cultivation, there are also many demonic cultivators who enjoy slaughtering mortals, refining their souls and seizing their spirits.”
“But most of those are for spiritual practice, for some kind of benefit.”
Wang Lin recalled his past experiences, those demons who sacrificed the blood of mortals in order to practice magic.
“But this mysterious ‘ghost’ in the resurrected world…”
He narrowed his eyes slightly.
“It seems… it’s just killing for the sake of killing, without any purpose.”
“Its very existence is the embodiment of despair.”
This kind of unreasonable malice made him feel a little uneasy.
“Following is mortal, going against is immortal…”
“If we are in such a hopeless place, how can a mortal seek the illusory ‘reversal’?”
A slight ripple arose in Wang Lin’s heart, but then quickly subsided.
He has seen too much life and death, and too much despair.
But what this sky reveals is a more pure and incomprehensible despair.
There was deathly silence in the huge conference hall.
All the officials, including the Wallfacer Luo Ji, stared in amazement at the horrific and bloody scene on the sky.
When the last student fell and the subtitles “More than 3,000 people died” appeared, the entire conference hall exploded.
“Oh my God!”
A blond official screamed in shock, his face as pale as paper.
“Is this…is this a ‘ghost’?”
“It really exists!?”
Another Asian official trembled slightly, his tone full of disbelief.
“This is even more terrifying than the Trisolaran civilization!”
He practically yelled.
“Although the Trisolarans are powerful, they are at least a technological civilization that can be understood!”
“They invaded to survive! For resources!”
“But this ‘knocking ghost’…what is it doing? What is it trying to do?”
“Pure bloodbath! Despair devoid of logic!”
In the conference hall, panic spread like a virus.
They once thought that the biggest threat was the Trisolaran fleet four light years away.
But now, this “mysterious resurrection world” suddenly emerged.
This existence called “Knocking Ghost” brought them a fear far beyond the threat of the Three Bodies.
Luo Ji frowned and his eyes were deep.
He didn’t say anything, but there was a storm in his heart.
“Rules kill…”
“Phenomena that cannot be explained by existing physical laws…”
“This goes beyond technology.”
Luo Ji thought of Chieko and the water droplets.
Those are the ultimate manifestations of Trisolaran civilization’s technology.
But compared to this “knocking ghost”, it seems less…desperate.
“At least, we know what the Trisolarans want.”
“Faced with this kind of ‘ghost’, we don’t even know how to defend ourselves or fight back!”
A senior staff officer said in a distraught tone.
“Will our weapons be effective against it?”
“What’s the difference between our defense system and those paper-covered doors and windows?”
Despair began to spread among the PDC’s top leaders.
If something like this appeared on Earth…
They didn’t dare to think further.
“Perhaps… the Trisolaran civilization at least hasn’t considered completely wiping out humanity.”
Someone whispered something, which made more people feel a chill.
This kind of “ghost” seems to care nothing about life; it just spreads fear and death.
The mysterious world of resurrection.
When the tragedy of Dachang No. 7 Middle School was exposed nakedly to the world.
When those deaths were once characterized as “accidents”, “mass hysteria” and “gas poisoning”.
Re-enacted in such a cruel way.
The whole world was boiling in an instant!
“Oh my god! That’s our city’s No. 7 Middle School!”
A citizen of Dachang City pointed to the sky and cried out in a shrill voice.
“My nephew…my nephew is studying in that school!”
“They told me that the teaching building had fallen into disrepair and an accident happened!”
“Liar! They’re all liars!”
“It turns out…it turns out there really are ghosts in this world!”
“My neighbor, Mr. Wang, had the same thing happen to him last month. He hanged himself at home out of nowhere. They said he was suffering from depression!”
“And the girl who jumped from the building in our neighborhood a few days ago also jumped because she heard some noise!”
The long-accumulated fear and suspicion completely erupted at this moment.
Countless people took to the streets, pointing at the sky, questioning and shouting.
“Government! Why are you hiding the truth?”
“What the hell are these ‘ghosts’?”
“Are we going to die at any moment?”
Panic swept through every city and every corner like a tsunami.
The shadow of the previous starving ghost incident has not yet completely dissipated.
Now the exposure of the “knocking ghost” incident has pushed people into the abyss of despair.
They finally understood that the world they lived in was far more dangerous and terrifying than they had imagined.
Su Ze, feeling the despair value in the system soaring like a rocket, the smile on his face became even more pronounced.
“This is only the tenth place…”
“It seems that this world’s ‘specialties’ are very popular.”
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Chapter 3: The Dead City! Desperate Humanity! The Five Turbidities and Evil World, the World is Like Hell! (Old Version)
Above the golden sky, the extreme fear brought by the knocking ghost incident has not completely dissipated.
The heart-wrenching blood-red subtitles still hang high, reminding all the heavens and worlds of what despair is.
Just when countless creatures thought they could take a break, the scene on the sky changed again.
This time, there was no oppressive ghostland, nor was there any sudden knock on the door.
The scene begins with a dilapidated hospital.
A doctor in a bloodstained white coat was looking in horror at a baby he had just touched.
The baby was lying quietly in the incubator, but his skin became shriveled and bloodless at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The palm of his hand that was touching the baby also began to turn a strange blue-black color, which quickly spread upwards.
The doctor let out a sharp scream and tried to throw his arm away.
But he found that the hand seemed not to belong to him and was extremely stiff.
His body is being sucked dry!
Above the golden sky, new ancient characters slowly emerged, carrying an even deeper chill.
“TOP9: The Mysterious Revival World – The Hungry Ghost Incident!”
The small blood-red characters condensed again, like a weeping blood warning.
“The inventory continues, and the despair escalates!”
In the picture, the doctor had turned into a mummy and fell to the ground with a bang.
The originally thin baby had a slightly swollen belly, as if he had just had a big meal.
Subtitles appeared: “Zhou Zheng, the head of Dachang City, was killed in the knocking ghost incident at Dachang City No. 7 Middle School.”
“The ghost infant within him escaped from its suppression and began to revive.”
The hearts of countless creatures in front of the sky were once again tightened.
Zhou Zheng!
Another official from that world!
He died, and then the ghost in his body came out?
What the fuck is this!
The scene changed.
The ghost baby left the hospital, crawling very fast, leaving behind traces wherever it passed.
Without exception, any living person it touches will have their life sucked out of them in an instant and turn into a mummy.
The hospital corridors were littered with the bodies of the victims, and the scene was horrific.
“Phase One: Ghost Baby.”
“Killing method: touch.”
The subtitles explained coldly.
After the ghost baby devoured enough lives, its body began to change.
It was no longer in the form of a baby, but had grown into the appearance of a three or four-year-old child.
His eyes were dark and emotionless, and he had a strange smile on his face.
“Phase Two: Ghost Child.”
“Killing method: Touching it, and… hearing its sound.”
In the picture, a woman tries to hide in a room because she hears the giggling of a ghost child outside the door.
The body began to shrivel uncontrollably, as if the blood was being sucked away by an invisible force.
She covered her ears in fear, but it was of no use.
That laughter seemed to resound directly into the depths of her soul.
“No! No!!”
The woman’s screams stopped abruptly, and she turned into a new mummy.
The ghost boy licked his lips, seeming to be very satisfied with this “snack”.
It continued to wander around Dachang City, looking for its next target.
In the city, sirens blared and people began to flee in all directions.
But no matter where they escaped, they were targeted by the ghost child.
Hearing its sound or being touched by it will result in death.
Despair is spreading.
As the ghost child devoured more and more lives, its appearance changed again.
It grew into the appearance of a teenager of fifteen or sixteen, but its face still revealed an inhuman weirdness and coldness.
“Stage Three: Young Starving Ghosts.”
“Killing methods: touch, hear, and… see its presence.”
Now, even vision has become a taboo of death!
Countless audiences in front of the sky felt their scalps tingling.
How can I hide from this?
Don’t touch it, don’t listen to it, and now you can’t even look at it?
In the picture, there is a man hiding behind the curtains.
Just because he caught a glimpse of the starving young man on the street through the gap, his body stiffened instantly.
His pupils dilated as he watched his life force rapidly slipping away.
Fear, unable to even make a sound.
Dachang City is in complete chaos.
Screams, cries, and desperate roars came one after another.
Some people tried to resist, picked up weapons and shot at the starving young man.
However, the bullet passed through its body as if it were shot into the air, causing no harm.
On the contrary, those who fired the gun, because they “saw” it, followed suit and died tragically on the spot.
Futile struggle will only accelerate the arrival of death.
At this moment, the young starving ghost seemed to be attracted by a special breath.
It came to a dark basement.
There, curled up was another ghost with a vague shape, emitting a faint spiritual power…
The audience in front of the marquee held their breath.
Ghost, are you going to eat ghosts?
The young starving ghost showed an extremely greedy expression and pounced forward.
Bite and devour the trembling little devil!
“Stage 4: The real starving ghost!”
“After it devours a real ghost, its evolution is complete.”
“The law of killing is inherited: touch, hear, see.”
“New ability: Ghost Domain!”
As the words fell, the sky scene suddenly moved away.
With the evolved starving ghost as its center, there was an inextricable darkness.
Sweeping in all directions like a tide!
The darkness was cold, dead silent, and filled with ominousness.
In a blink of an eye, the entire Dachang City was completely shrouded in this boundless dark ghost domain!
In the city, all the lights were turned off.
Communication interrupted.
The cries for help gradually subsided.
In the ghost realm, the figures of starving ghosts are everywhere.
It seems to be able to appear anywhere it wants.
Anyone who is “seen”, “heard” or unfortunately “touched” by it.
They will be killed instantly and everything will be sucked dry.
What’s even more terrifying is that those who were killed by the starving ghosts did not rest in peace.
Their bodies would stand up again after a moment.
With empty eyes and expressionless face, he wandered around the city like a zombie.
“Ghost slave!”
The subtitles reappeared, revealing the identities of these resurrected beings.
They lost their self-awareness and became slaves of the starving ghosts.
It will actively attack other surviving living people and drag them in front of the starving ghost.
The entire Dachang City was completely occupied.
The streets were swarming with ghost slaves.
From time to time, the creepy chewing sounds of starving ghosts could be heard from inside the building.
The survivors hid in the corner, shivering and not even daring to breathe loudly.
But the ghost realm is everywhere, and the perception of starving ghosts is also everywhere.
Despair, like a tangible nightmare, hangs over the hearts of every survivor.
This was a one-sided massacre.
This is a hell on earth.
All the heavens and worlds before the sky once again fell into deathly silence.
If the despair brought by the knocking ghost is abrupt and weird.
Then the despair brought by the starving ghosts is progressive.
The suffocating feeling that keeps escalating and eventually drags everything into an endless abyss.
Fighting the world.
Wutan City, Xiao family.
Xiao Yan stared at the sky, his fists clenched unconsciously, his knuckles turning white from excessive force.
When they saw the ghost domain of starving ghosts covering the entire Dachang City, countless lives were devoured in despair.
Turned into a ghost slave like a walking corpse, he felt a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to his forehead.
“How could this happen…how could this happen…”
Xiao Yan’s lips trembled slightly and his face was pale.
The helpless cries and desperate eyes of the ordinary people in the picture deeply hurt his heart.
He thought of his relatives and the lively faces in the market.
If this kind of “ghost” appeared in Douqi Continent…
No!
He didn’t dare to think further.
“How cruel…”
He closed his eyes, unable to bear to look at the hellish scene any longer.
A deep feeling of powerlessness came over me.
This feeling of powerlessness is even worse than when Nalan Yanran came to cancel the engagement.
The humiliation and unwillingness it brought him were a hundred times stronger!
When facing Nalan Yanran, he at least still has the ambition and goal of “Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, don’t bully the young and poor.”
But facing this existence called “ghost”, he didn’t even know where the enemy was or how to resist!
“Is this… true despair?”
Xiao Yan muttered to himself.
He opened his eyes, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, but more of it was an unprecedented determination.
“strength!”
“I need more power!”
“If I had enough strength, maybe I could prevent this tragedy from happening!”
“I don’t want to see the people I care about go through this kind of despair!”
At this moment, Xiao Yan’s desire for power reached an unprecedented peak.
He wants to become stronger!
Not only to wash away the shame, but also to protect!
The world of Attack on Titan, inside the wall.
Eren and Mikasa stood side by side, looking up at the sky.
When I saw that the ghost domain of starving ghosts turned the entire Dachang City into a dead city.
Seeing the transformed ghost slaves, both of them frowned deeply.
“This world…”
Alan’s voice was a little dry.
“Worse than our world…”
Mikasa said softly, a hint of disbelief in her tone.
They lived in fear of being dominated by giants, and humans were like captive livestock that could be devoured at any time.
They thought this was the cruelest fate in the world.
But the “mysterious world of resurrection” displayed on the sky made them feel an even deeper sense of powerlessness.
“At least… we can still see the giants and fight them.”
Alan said through gritted teeth.
“Although the chances of winning are slim, at least we can still swing our swords and fight back!”
“But those people…”
He pointed at the ordinary people on the sky who had no power to fight back against the starving ghosts and would die even if they looked at them.
“They don’t even know what the enemy is!”
“Killing by rules… it’s so unsolvable!”
Mikasa’s eyes were also filled with solemnity.
“Yeah, if you touch it, you’ll die. If you hear the sound, you’ll die. If you see it, you’ll die…”
“How can we fight an enemy like that?”
“Humans are like… like defenseless insects in front of them.”
Alan thought of his companions who were easily crushed and swallowed by the giants.
But even so, they roared and fought.
But in front of this “starving ghost”, any resistance seems so ridiculous and futile.
“What a hopeless world.”
Alan whispered, feeling a mixture of emotions.
Three-Body World, PDC headquarters.
The atmosphere in the conference hall was even more depressing than before.
Every stage of the starving ghost incident was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of these human elites.
When I saw that the starving ghosts had finally evolved and the ghost domain covered the entire city.
Everyone was silent as they watched a modern city being transformed into a hellish den.
a long time.
A general in charge of strategic analysis spoke in a hoarse voice.
“Everyone, have you noticed?”
Everyone turned their eyes to him.
“This mysterious world of resurrection… is created through Zhou Zheng’s equipment from the previous Knocking Ghost incident.
And judging by the current situation in the city during the starving ghost incident…”
“Their technological level is comparable to that of our Earth civilization, at least in conventional areas.”
“In some civilian technologies, such as urban construction and surveillance networks, they may even be on par with us.”
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was shocked.
Yes, that world is not some primitive and backward ancient civilization.
It has modern cities and an organized armed force.
“But in this case…”
Another scientist took over, his tone full of bitterness.
“They allowed a city of this size to fall completely in a short period of time.
Millions, even tens of millions, of residents were slaughtered by that ‘starving ghost’, and some were even turned into ghost slaves…”
“This is totally unreasonable!”
A young staff officer couldn’t help but say.
“unless……”
The Wallfacer Luo Ji had been staring at the sky in silence. At this moment, he slowly spoke in a low and powerful voice.
“Unless, all their conventional weapons are completely useless against that ‘ghost’.”
A word can wake a dreamer up!
There was a sound of people gasping for breath throughout the conference hall.
“Yes!”
The general from before slammed the table, his eyes filled with horror.
“That’s the only explanation!”
“Hot weapons, from pistols to rifles, from bombs to missiles, and even… nuclear weapons, are completely ineffective against these ‘ghosts’!”
“Otherwise, a city couldn’t have been completely destroyed by a ghost in such a short time!”
This inference sent a chill down the spine of everyone present.
They were fighting against the Trisolaran civilization, and although the pressure was enormous, at least they knew the enemy’s goal.
Knowing that the other party is a technological civilization, we can use the laws of physics to understand it and find ways to fight against it.
But this kind of “ghost”…
Ignoring physical attacks, killing people according to incomprehensible rules.
That would be a doomsday that is more direct and unsolvable than the Three-Body Crisis!
“We…must re-evaluate our definition of ‘unknown’.”
A senior PDC leader said this with difficulty.
In the world of Shrouding the Sky, in the Big Dipper constellation, somewhere on the outskirts of an ancient forbidden area.
Ye Hei and Duan De were exploring something stealthily when they were suddenly attracted by a strange sight in the sky.
When you see the starving ghost growing from a baby step by step.
It eventually turned into a terrifying ghost that devoured the entire city, and the two of them were furious on the spot.
“Oh my god!”
Ye Hei couldn’t help but swear, his eyes widened.
“How could there be such a weird thing on Earth?”
Although he has left the earth, his feelings for his hometown remain deep.
Seeing the “Dachang City” in the sky, which was extremely similar to modern Earth cities, reduced to purgatory, his heart twitched.
“Infinite fucking Heavenly Lord!”
Duan De was so frightened that he jumped up and almost dropped the Luoyang shovel in his hand.
“I have dug so many ancient tombs and seen so many zongzi, huge ones, and even more bizarre ones!”
“But I’ve never seen anything so outrageous!”
He pointed at the sky, spit flying.
“If you touch it, you will die. If you hear the sound, you will die. If you see it, you will die even more!”
“In the end, the whole city can be turned into a ghost town!”
“If this thing appeared in Beidou, those holy land families would cry for their parents!”
Duan De patted his chest with a look of fear.
“Fortunately, fortunately, I was lucky enough to be born in that mysterious resurrection world.”
Ye Hei was also still frightened.
He remembered the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin he experienced on Earth, and the Great Leiyin Temple on the ancient planet Mars.
Those are also full of weirdness and ominousness.
But compared with the “ghost” displayed on the sky, it seems… another level of horror.
“This kind of evil spirit kills people according to the rules. Ordinary cultivators are afraid that they can’t do anything to it.”
Ye Hei said in a deep voice.
“It’s much more terrifying than the ‘anomalies’ we’ve encountered on Earth before!”
Duan De nodded repeatedly, deeply convinced
“Damn it, I have to be careful when I return to Earth next time.”
“Does anyone know if this thing is really only available in ‘Dachang City’?”
Chapter 4: Exposing the mastermind behind the Dachang City starving ghost incident! The only hope, Yang Jian, hanged himself!!! (Old version)
Douluo World.
Shrek Academy.
Xiao Wu looked at the tragic scene of Dachang City in the sky. Countless ordinary people were turned into mummies and numb ghost slaves under the ravages of starving ghosts. She was so angry that she was shaking all over and her eyes were red.
“That’s too much!”
“Those people… they just want to survive!”
She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, and her pretty face was full of anger and pity.
“Why does such an evil thing exist!”
“If I were there, I would stop it! Shoot those bad guys away!”
Xiao Wu’s voice was tearful, and she wanted to rush into the picture immediately.
He tied up the starving ghost with his soft bone lock and beat him up severely.
Tang San stood beside her, patted her shoulder gently, his expression equally solemn.
But in his heart, in addition to his sympathy for the ordinary people in that mysterious resurrected world, he also had more of a scrutiny as a strong man.
“These evil spirits are indeed strange and unpredictable.”
“Their killing methods are beyond conventional cognition.”
Tang San’s brows were furrowed, and his Purple Demonic Pupil moved quietly, as if he wanted to see through the essence of the “ghost”, but he found himself confused.
“However, it seems they can only bully ordinary people who have no power to resist.”
He spoke slowly, with a barely perceptible hint of pride in his tone.
“If something like this appeared in our Douluo Continent, facing a true spirit master, especially a Titled Douluo-level powerhouse, it would probably not be so easy to succeed.”
“Especially…if I can use the power of the Sea God.”
A hint of confidence flashed in Tang San’s eyes.
“The power of the gods should be enough to purify this evil!”
He believed that in the face of absolute power, nothing strange could escape his gaze.
After hearing Tang San’s words, Xiao Wu calmed down a little, but she was still pouting.
“Third brother, if you encounter such bad things in the future, you must help those poor people teach them a lesson!”
Tang San nodded solemnly: “Don’t worry, Xiao Wu, protecting the people we care about is the meaning of our becoming stronger.”
In the pirate world, in a certain sea area, on the Thousand Sunny.
Luffy, his mouth full of meat, pointed at the sky curtain incoherently.
“Wow! Those guys are wobbling!”
“It looks like the zombies in Moria!”
He thought of the zombies on the horror barque whose shadows were blocked by Moonlight Moria.
The same is true of rigid movements and lack of self-awareness.
“But, Moriah’s zombies don’t seem to be that powerful, right?”
Luffy tilted his head, confused.
“When defeated, the shadow disappears.”
“These ghost slaves seem a little more terrifying?”
Usopp was trembling with fear, holding Chopper.
“Luffy! Don’t make it sound so easy!”
“Those ghost slaves will actively attack living people! And that starving ghost will die if you just look at him!”
Nami also looked pale, clutching her weather stick tightly.
“This is terrible. If something like this appears in the sea…”
She couldn’t imagine what a desperate scene it would be if starving ghosts appeared on a ship.
Sanji held a cigarette in his mouth, his brows furrowed.
“What a wicked ability.”
Zoro held three swords and stared at the sky with sharp eyes.
“No matter what it is, as long as it’s an enemy, chop it down!”
Just as all living beings in the heavens and worlds were having different thoughts, the picture on the golden sky changed again.
The dark ghost zone still shrouded Dachang City, but the camera was focused on the edge of the ghost zone.
Countless vehicles with flashing police lights were blocked outside by an invisible barrier.
The uniformed Interpol officers looked anxious, but were helpless.
They tried various methods, charging, covering with fire, and even using some special restricted items.
However, the darkness seemed to exist in another dimension, indestructible, and any attack was like a drop in the ocean.
“The starving ghost realm isolates the inside and outside, and conventional forces cannot break through.”
A cold subtitle appeared, declaring the outside rescue to be ineffective.
“The only hope for Dachang City lies within the ghost realm… the ghost riders.”
The scene suddenly changed and cut into a dim room.
A middle-aged man with a haggard face and madness and paranoia in his eyes was muttering to himself in front of a blurry mirror.
He is the third person in charge of Dachang City, Zhao Kaiming!
The ghost rider who is regarded as a savior by countless survivors and has high hopes from the headquarters!
However, what happened next on the screen made everyone feel like they were falling into an ice cave!
Blood-red subtitles, like a judgment book, slowly emerged.
“The mastermind behind the starving ghost incident is Zhao Kaiming, the head of Dachang City!”
boom!!!
The moment this line of words appeared, it was as if a bolt of thunder struck the hearts of all living beings who were paying attention to the sky!
In the picture, some clips begin to flash back quickly.
At the beginning of the starving ghost incident, Zhao Kaiming’s eyes flickered and he deliberately avoided the warnings of other ghost controllers about the ghost babies.
He used his power to stop the young ghost rider Yang Jian from investigating the source of the ghost babies several times.
Even when the ghost baby began to show its terrifying killing ability, he still chose to suppress the news and delay response.
“Zhao Kaiming, control the wish ghost.”
“His deepest obsession – to resurrect his family members who died in supernatural events – was captured and distorted by the wish ghost.”
“In order to achieve the conditions for ‘resurrection’, the wish ghost induced Zhao Kaiming to require a more powerful spiritual power for an ‘equivalent exchange’.”
“Zhao Kaiming sees the growth of the starving ghost as an ‘opportunity’ to revive his family.”
“He secretly allowed it to happen, even deliberately clearing obstacles for the growth of the starving ghost, hoping that it would evolve to a level sufficient to satisfy the needs of the wish ghost.”
Above the sky, Zhao Kaiming looked at the mirror and gave a twisted and expectant smile.
“It’s almost there… it’s almost there…”
“My family will be back soon…”
His voice was hoarse and frantic, completely lacking the calmness of a person in charge.
In the squares of countless cities, the people who saw the contents of the sky curtain in various ways first fell into a dead silence.
You can hear a pin drop.
Then came whispers of disbelief.
“No…Isn’t that possible?”
“Zhao Kaiming is in charge? How could he…”
“This is fake! It must be fake! Tianmu is slandering our heroes!”
However, the sky clearly showed Zhao Kaiming stopping Yang Jian from investigating.
And when he had that strange whisper with the wish ghost, all his hopes were shattered!
“brute!!!”
I don’t know who shouted first, but then there was a roar like a landslide and tsunami!
“Zhao Kaiming! You bastard!”
“We trusted you so much! And you turned out to be the murderer who killed us!”
“Damn it! Is he going to drag the entire Dachang City with him to be buried with his dead family?!”
“Such a scumbag! How can he be worthy of being in charge!”
Anger! Betrayal! Despair!
Countless negative emotions erupted like a volcano!
Their only hope is the devil who pushes them into the abyss with his own hands!
This realization is even more chilling than the fear brought by the starving ghost itself!
Mysterious Revival World, Headquarters.
In a heavily guarded conference room, the atmosphere was extremely solemn.
An old man with gray hair and a general star on his shoulder slammed the table suddenly, and veins popped out on his forehead!
“You bastard!”
He grabbed the red secure phone beside him, his fingers trembling slightly with anger.
The call was connected quickly.
“Cao Yanhua!”
The old man’s voice was like a roaring lion.
“Explain it to me! How did Zhao Kaiming sneak into our Ghost Rider team?”
“How did this scum, who disregards the lives of millions for his own selfish desires, become the head of Dachang City?”
“Where’s the credibility of our headquarters? Where’s the reputation of Interpol? They’ve all been humiliated by this kind of scum!”
Minister Cao’s slightly tired and hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone.
“Old leader…this matter is my fault.”
Cao Yanhua’s voice was full of bitterness and helplessness.
“Ghost riders themselves are full of uncertainty, and their mental state can easily be affected by the ghosts within their bodies.”
“Zhao Kaiming had always behaved normally before, and one could even say… was excellent.”
“None of us imagined that deep down in his heart, he actually harbored such a crazy obsession.”
“I never expected that the wish ghost he controlled would guide his obsession in this direction…”
“Bang!”
The old man hung up the phone directly, his chest heaving violently.
“Negligence? Just one word of negligence is enough to end it!”
“Millions of innocent souls have been lost in Dachang City! Who will be held responsible?”
The entire conference room was dead silent, with only the old man’s heavy breathing as the sound.
In Dachang City, somewhere in a safe house surrounded by ghost slaves.
The survivors huddled together and saw the truth exposed on the sky through a mobile phone with residual signal.
After the extreme silence, there were suppressed sobs and growls.
“Zhao Kaiming…”
A middle-aged man had red eyes and his teeth were chattering.
“My wife and children… because they believed in the safe zone he mentioned…”
His voice was choked and he couldn’t continue.
“Kill him! You must kill him!”
a young girl screamed, her face full of tears and hatred.
But then, a deeper despair surged in my heart.
They were trapped in this ghostland and could not protect themselves.
And Zhao Kaiming is a powerful ghost rider.
How can they retaliate?
I can’t even get close to him!
This feeling of powerlessness made the anger in the survivors’ hearts feel like being poured with a basin of ice water, leaving only biting cold and endless sorrow.
In another more secretive security facility.
Wang Xiaoming pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and his eyes behind the lenses were sharp and deep.
The content on the skylight also made him feel a little surprised.
He muttered to himself.
“It turns out that the root of the starving ghost incident is here.”
“A wish ghost…what a troublesome thing.”
He has been dedicated to studying the patterns of supernatural events, trying to find ways to fight ghosts.
Although Zhao Kaiming’s betrayal was beyond his expectations, it also gave him a deeper understanding of the complexity of the supernatural.
“The desires of the human heart are often more terrifying than the demons themselves.”
Wang Xiaoming sighed slightly.
“Then, Dachang City’s only chance of success is…”
His gaze seemed to penetrate layers of barriers and looked in a certain direction.
“Is the young man named Yang Jian the only one left?”
“If he can successfully control that headless ghost and become a true alien…”
“Perhaps, there is still a glimmer of hope.”
Wang Xiaoming’s fingers tapped lightly on the table, his brain working rapidly, evaluating every possibility.
As Tianmu exposed Zhao Kaiming’s crimes, the survivors in Dachang City who still had a glimmer of sanity.
After experiencing extreme anger and despair, a name flashed through some people’s minds.
Yang Jian!
The young ghost rider who had openly challenged Zhao Kaiming and even had a fierce conflict with him!
“I remember! That Yang Jian!”
A survivor hiding in the basement suddenly raised his head, with hope shining in his eyes.
“Zhao Kaiming has been suppressing him and preventing him from investigating the ghost baby!”
“This shows that Yang Jian had already discovered something was wrong!”
“He’s the one who really wants to solve the incident!”
In another corner, a man with a broken arm also spoke excitedly.
“Yes! And Yang Jian!”
“He’s so amazing, he even survived the knocking ghost incident!”
“If he were still alive…if he could stop the starving ghosts…”
Chapter 5: Sea God Tang San: What Yang Jian? He’s just a cowardly rat who was so scared that he committed suicide! (Old Version)
The golden sky was moving, and the picture once again focused on the dead and silent ghost town of Dachang City.
However, this time, the camera did not focus on the chaotic streets or the raging starving ghosts.
The scene is locked in a dilapidated room.
A rough rope hung from the beam.
The other end of the rope was around a young man’s neck.
That person was Yang Jian!
His eyes were closed, his face was blue and purple, his body was shaking slightly, and he was already dead.
The icy chill seemed to penetrate through the sky and into the bones of every viewer.
【Yang Jian, confirmed dead.】
A line of even colder, emotionless subtitles slowly appeared next to Yang Jian’s already cold “corpse”.
Mysterious revival world, Dachang City.
In the remaining safe houses, all the survivors stared at the small mobile phone screen.
Or any device that can receive the sky dome signal.
When Yang Jian’s figure appeared, the faint flames that had just ignited in their eyes were instantly frozen.
“Yang… Yang Jian?”
One survivor trembled, unable to believe his eyes.
“He…how could he…”
“Hanged?”
“No! This is impossible!”
Sharp voices of denial came one after another, but they seemed so pale and powerless.
In the picture, Yang Jian’s lifeless appearance and the cold subtitles ruthlessly declared the facts.
“Isn’t he our hope?”
“Can’t he deal with Zhao Kaiming and stop the starving ghosts?”
“Why……”
“Why would he commit suicide!”
A mother holding her child, the light in her eyes completely extinguished, tears silently sliding down her face.
The flames of revenge that had just been ignited by the truth about Zhao Kaiming.
Because the last bit of hope for Yang Jian was completely extinguished at this moment.
despair.
A despair deeper and more intense than any before, overwhelming them like a tide.
“It’s over…”
“It’s all over…”
An old man muttered to himself, with only death in his cloudy eyes.
“Even Yang Jian gave up…”
“What hope do we have?”
Many people’s bodies went limp and they collapsed to the ground with empty eyes.
What’s more, in the extreme despair, a trace of crazy determination to die flashed in his eyes.
“Since there’s no hope…”
“Why not…why not be freed sooner…”
“At least, I don’t have to worry anymore, and I don’t have to watch the people around me become ghost slaves…”
An atmosphere of deathly silence spread throughout the safe houses, which was even more biting than the coldness of the ghost realm.
Cao Yanhua stood up suddenly and looked at the screen with a grim face.
“Yang Jian!”
He almost squeezed out these two words from between his teeth.
“How could he commit suicide!”
“This kid…what the hell is he doing!?”
The headquarters staff nearby looked at each other in disbelief.
“Didn’t Professor Wang say that Yang Jian is the key to solving the starving ghost incident?”
Someone murmured quietly.
“Didn’t he control the ghost eye, contact the ghost shadow, and even survive the knocking ghost incident?”
“How could such a person choose to commit suicide?”
Wang Xiaoming pushed his glasses, and for the first time his eyes behind the lenses showed obvious fluctuations, his brows tightly furrowed.
“Something’s wrong.”
“That doesn’t make sense with his behavior.”
“Given his will to survive and ruthlessness, he will never give up easily.”
But the picture on the sky is so real.
Yang Jian was indeed “dead”.
This caused Wang Xiaoming, a top psychic researcher, to fall into deep confusion.
Could it be that all his previous inferences were wrong?
If Yang Jian really died, what would happen to Dachang City and even the entire world?
Ancient tribe.
Xiao Yan frowned as he looked at the scene of Yang Jian hanging himself in the sky.
“Committed suicide?”
He was a little bit confused.
“Although that starving ghost is indeed terrifying, as someone with special powers, are you just going to give up like that?”
“What is this?”
He remembered how he had felt powerless when facing the Soul Palace and those enemies that were so powerful that they made him despair.
But he never thought of giving up.
“A truly strong person should fight to the very end, even if he knows he will die!”
“Even for the sake of those who placed their hopes on him, we should try our best to fight for that glimmer of hope!”
Xiao Yan shook his head, with a hint of disappointment in his tone.
“To end one’s life so easily is not a true hero.”
Yao Lao, who was beside him, also sighed slightly.
“This boy may have some skills, but his character… is still a little lacking in maturity.”
“It’s a shame that we failed to stick to our original intentions when faced with a truly desperate situation.”
In their view, no matter how terrible the enemy is, suicide is always the most cowardly choice.
Three-Body World.
Earth civilization, an era of crisis.
Luo Ji saw Yang Jian’s hanging body through the screen, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
“He’s dead?”
He clearly remembered it from the previous inventory of the knocking ghost incidents.
The young man named Yang Jian showed amazing calmness and a strong desire to survive.
He was deeply impressed by the ruthlessness of finding rules in desperate situations and using everything available to survive.
“Logically speaking, he shouldn’t be the kind of person who would give up his life easily.”
Luo Ji muttered to himself.
“Could it be that the despair brought by the starving ghost has really exceeded the limit of his endurance?”
He thought of the Wallfacing Project and the insignificance and powerlessness of mankind in the face of the Three-Body Civilization.
That feeling of powerlessness can really drive people crazy.
But Yang Jian’s “death” still made him feel a little puzzled.
Snow world.
Emperor Wu on the city wall.
Xu Fengnian originally had some expectations for this young man named Yang Jian.
After all, he is somewhat of a character as he dares to confront the scum of the system, Zhao Kaiming, and can survive strange events.
But when the scene of Yang Jian hanging himself was shown on the screen, the admiration in his eyes instantly turned into disappointment.
“Oh.”
Xu Fengnian’s lips curled up in a mocking manner.
“I thought he was a hero who could hold up the whole sky.”
“I didn’t expect that he was such a coward that he would commit suicide when faced with a little setback.”
What he despises most is people who are irresponsible and give up easily.
“Using suicide to avoid supernatural events?”
“That’s ridiculous.”
In his opinion, Yang Jian was no different from those cowards who only knew how to survive.
Xiao Wu covered her mouth and widened her beautiful eyes in disbelief.
“Yang Jian…he…why did he commit suicide?”
She couldn’t understand the man who had remained so calm during the Knock Knock incident.
How could even some cold-blooded young people choose to end it this way.
“Isn’t he amazing?”
“Shouldn’t he be going to defeat that starving ghost?”
Tang San stood beside her, his expression even colder than before, his eyes filled with disdain.
“coward!”
He spat out two words coldly.
“He has mastered the power of a demon, but he lacks the courage to fight it.”
“Choosing suicide to escape is a shameful shame!”
Tang San clenched his fists slightly.
In his opinion, having power but not using it to fight is a crime, and instead one chooses to end his life.
This is a blasphemy against power and a betrayal of one’s own responsibilities.
“This kind of person, no matter how strange their powers are, will never become a truly powerful person.”
His evaluation of Yang Jian has hit rock bottom.
Just when countless creatures in the heavens and all worlds were feeling regretful, puzzled, or contemptuous.
Above the golden sky, the “corpse” of Yang Jian, which should have been cold as ice, suddenly moved!
His tightly closed eyes suddenly opened!
Those eyes, one was as black as ink and bottomless.
The other one was strangely pale, flashing with an ominous light!
Ghost eyes!
Immediately afterwards, the rope around his neck suddenly tightened as if pulled by some invisible force!
But at the same time, there is a deeper one.
A shadow that almost merged with the darkness spread out from under Yang Jian’s feet.
Ghost!
What was even more bizarre was that in front of Yang Jian, the air was slightly distorted, and the blurry outline of a mirror vaguely emerged.
Ghost mirror!
The strangulation power of the rope, the alternative death of the ghost, and the curse grafting of the ghost mirror!
The subtle and deadly spiritual rules between the three exist at this moment.
Because of Yang Jian’s active guidance, a violent conflict occurred!
In the picture, Yang Jian’s body twitched violently.
The bruises on his neck faded visibly.
The deadly atmosphere also dissipated.
Instead, there is a colder, more eerie breath of “life”!
At the same time, the ghost shadow under his feet, the shadow that should have moved in sync with him.
But it was as if the pause button was pressed, frozen in place, motionless!
It was as if it had lost its soul and turned into a pure, dead shadow!
【Rule conflict completed.】
【Ghost, temporarily in a “frozen” state.】
[Price: Yang Jian suffered a backlash from near-death experience, his vitality significantly weakened.][Gain: Yang Jian temporarily breaks free from the limitations of the ghost shadow, and can use the power of the ghost shadow and ghost eye at a deeper level.]Subtitles appeared, explaining everything about this shocking reversal!
Yang Jian is not dead!
Instead, he took advantage of the conflicting rules between the evil spirits he controlled in an almost crazy and self-destructive way.
Completed an extremely dangerous breakthrough!
He came back to life!
And it has become more dangerous and unpredictable than before!
Those survivors who have just fallen into despair and even have the intention to die.
The moment they saw Yang Jian “resurrected”, everyone was frozen in place as if they were under a spell.
They opened their eyes wide and opened their mouths, but no sound came out.
It’s not that I don’t want to, but I dare not!
After the extreme shock, there is ecstasy!
Unspeakable ecstasy exploded in their hearts like a volcanic eruption!
He is still alive!
He came back to life in a way that they could not understand at all!
what does that mean?
It means hope!
It means that they may really be saved!
Tears welled up in my eyes again.
But this time, they were tears of joy, tears of surviving a disaster!
Countless people were shaking with excitement, covering their mouths tightly with their hands.
He was afraid that making even the slightest noise would disturb the wandering ghost slaves outside the safe house, especially the terrifying ghost child.
They could only communicate with their eyes and express the turbulent waves in their hearts with their violently heaving chests.
The suppressed ecstasy and the dead silence formed an extremely sad contrast.
Chapter 6: Mysterious Revival How hopeless is the world! Let you feel the insignificance of human beings! (Old version)
Above the light curtain, things changed again
The golden sky did not dissipate, and the scene did not turn to other scenes because of Yang Jian’s “resurrection”.
Instead, we further focus on
It was a dilapidated basement, the damp air filled with the stench of rotting corpses and mold. In the dim light, shriveled corpses, as dry as charcoal, lay crookedly piled in the corner.
Every corpse is a “predecessor” who has become a ghost slave under the control of the starving ghost.
And among this pile of corpses, a “person” with only half a head left was crawling forward with difficulty.
He whispered:
“I can’t die… there’s still hope…”
“Yang… Yang Jian… is still alive…”
His eyes had already been eaten away, but that low, hoarse voice spread throughout the entire space.
Sudden–
A figure appeared at the basement door.
It’s not a ghost, it’s a human, Yang Jian!
He stood between the shadows and corpses, half of his face was shrouded in darkness, while the other half was illuminated by his pale eyes, which looked like those of the god of death.
“You’re still alive?”
He asked in a low voice.
The half-dead man raised his head tremblingly, with the corners of his mouth slightly curved up, as if smiling.
“You…are still…”
“Then… we… still have the right to live…”
Before he finished speaking, his body twitched again, but the smile in the corner of his eyes did not disappear.
Yang Jian walked forward, slowly squatted down, and placed his hand on his broken shoulder.
“Those who are alive should die in a more worthy way.”
【Camera Switch】
A set of data slowly emerged from the sky:
Dachang City’s permanent population: 1.67 million
Current estimated number of survivors: 2,683
[Ghost Domain Spread Speed: Increasing in City Units][On average, at least one S-level supernatural entity awakens every 8 hours][Number of paranormal events that humans have not yet controlled: 307][Headquarters Assessment Level: Global Supernatural Disaster (Super SSS)][Probability of human extinction: 87.9%↑]The whole scene fell silent.
No one spoke.
On the golden light screen, only that set of cold data was flashing, like a countdown to death.
Even the hope that had just been “resurrected” seemed so pale and powerless in the face of this cold reality.
Mysterious Resurrection World
Wang Xiaoming’s glasses fell to the ground and the lenses broke, but he was completely unaware.
He stared at the group of “probability of human extinction”, his Adam’s apple rolled a few times, but he couldn’t say anything.
Cao Yanhua was silent for a long time before he spoke hoarsely:
“Have we…already lost?”
Another researcher replied in a trembling voice:
“Even if Yang Jian survives…we’re only delaying his death.”
“It’s just a postponement of death until the next round of ‘drawing ghosts’.”
The air froze, and everyone knew that this was no longer a “crisis management” situation.
This is a game of life and death.
And humans have almost no bargaining chips left.
Fighting the World
Xiao Yan clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and whispered:
“If even the ‘strongest’ in this world can only survive by self-harming and patching together rules, then ordinary people…”
“How can it be possible to survive?”
Yao Lao’s eyes were solemn, and he sighed softly:
“The evil in this world is never fought only between the strong.”
“The cruelest kind of death is the kind that eats away at your will bit by bit.”
He closed his eyes and said no more.
Snow World
Xu Fengnian walked down the city wall with a stern expression.
He looked at the city in the sky, where shadows and death were intertwined, and murmured softly:
“This is a killing more desperate than on a battlefield.”
“You cannot hold the sword, because your enemy is fear itself.”
“Staying alive… is the biggest challenge.”
He turned to Xu Xiao beside him and said:
“If we were in it, how long would you and I be able to survive?”
Xu Xiao was silent for a moment and replied:
“It takes a cup of tea.”
“No more, impossible.”
Three-Body World
After watching the whole scene, Zhang Beihai, who was calm as he was, frowned for the first time.
He said:
“This isn’t a ghost or god; it’s an extreme manifestation of information out of control.”
“If Trisolaran civilization represents physical terror, this mysterious resurgence represents conceptual annihilation.”
Luo Ji stared at the screen:
“It’s not that they don’t have technology, nor do they lack systems.”
“Their problem is… they’re fighting against things that aren’t solvable.”
“It’s an incomprehensible ‘existence’.”
Douluo World
Tang San stood there for a long time, his eyes fixed on the “human extinction rate”.
“A world that is barely able to survive is relying on a ‘rule patchworker’.”
“This world is no longer a place where humans can survive.”
He turned around and looked at Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, Dai Mubai and others beside him:
“If it were us, how many days could we last?”
“Even the Spirit Hall can’t fight against the ‘rule-based death’ that disregards life and never dies, right?”
Ning Rongrong’s face turned pale as she murmured:
“They’re not trying to win… they’re gambling.”
“I’m betting on dying slower.”
Perfect World
For the first time, Shi Hao restrained his frivolous smile.
He looked at the scene where Yang Jian had “frozen the ghost” and spoke after a long time:
“He committed suicide, not gave up.”
“It’s a gamble on death that ‘shouldn’t be gambled on.'”
“Use your life to fight against another god of death.”
And another voice sounded faintly beside him.
It’s Emperor Huangtian.
“This world cannot be solved by cultivation.”
“It’s not like you can just sweep through a realm by breaking through a major realm.”
“What they faced was a ‘concept’ that couldn’t be countered with magical powers.”
He looked at the ghostly shadows that were gradually dissipating on the sky.
“In this world… there are things colder than the way of heaven.”
The World of Covering the Sky
In the remote ancient forbidden area, on the top of Purple Mountain.
An old man who was sitting cross-legged opened his eyes. He was an existence that had seen through the eternity.
“Is this… immortality? It’s not immortality either.”
He looked at the “resurrected” Yang Jian on the sky, and murmured:
“He used suicide as a sacrifice, using death as a trigger, triggering a conflict between supernatural principles… This is not the wisdom of ordinary people.”
“It’s the gambling technique of the gods.”
Beside him, a young monk, his whole body shining with holy light, whispered in shock:
“It can actually control evil spirits… If we were cultivators, even if we had attained enlightenment, we wouldn’t dare to come into contact with it easily.”
“This person is more dangerous than a demon.”
The old man shook his head:
“He’s not the path of the strong.”
“He follows a forbidden path… one that relies on ghosts to survive and death to fight for one’s life.”
“Mysterious revival… is the most cruel law of destruction in the universe.”
Immortal Reversal World
Wang Lin sat quietly on the broken peak, watching the scene that was like a knife cutting his soul.
After a long while, he slowly raised his head:
“Can death be controlled?”
He recalled the countless times he had struggled in the cycle of reincarnation and walked between life and death.
“This Yang Jian…is very similar to my early years.”
“But I am going against fate and changing my destiny, while he is trying to find a way to survive in the midst of death.”
Li Muwan on the side looked pale:
“Is that the human world?”
“Even more terrifying than the world of immortals and demons…”
Wang Lin’s eyes were deep, and he said softly:
“They don’t even dare to practice the ‘Fa’.”
“Because once the rules of ghosts are broken… the whole world will die.”
Panlong World
Linley, clad in a magic robe, stared at the sky for a long time without saying a word.
Suddenly, he asked in a low voice:
“Beibei, do you believe that ‘death can be traded’?”
Beibei pursed her lips, her eyes flashing with unconcealable horror:
“That kid just now…didn’t he just give himself ‘death’ and then free himself from ‘death’?”
“He…isn’t resurrecting, he’s forcing the rules!”
Linley nodded.
“This isn’t magic, it isn’t fighting spirit… and it isn’t godhood.”
“This is a kind of reality distortion that cannot be countered.”
“There is no God in their world.”
“Only the ‘ghost’ is in control.”
Martial World
Lin Dong looked at Yang Jian in the picture and felt uneasy.
He thought of how he had once faced the fight for the ancestral talisman and the invasion of alien demons alone.
At that time, he was also forced into a desperate situation, but he still persisted.
But the young man in front of me——
He chose to commit suicide.
However, he used suicide as a weapon to force the strongest ghost to “freeze”.
“Madman…” he muttered.
“A real madman.”
Ling Qingzhu on the side had a complicated expression:
“That’s not a fight.”
“That’s like swallowing a knife and cutting open one’s own body, just to drag the enemy into the sea of blood and sink together.”
Lin Dong spoke slowly:
“But he survived.”
“This is the most terrifying thing.”
Immortal Star Map World
Jiang Ye was hovering above the giant ship in the sky, his eyes scanning the screen indifferently.
He commented expressionlessly:
“‘Life’ and ‘death’ are not the norm for them, but… tools.”
“I thought the Divine Demon Body Refining was the limit.”
“I now understand that the true limit is the persistence of a person even in the face of utter despair.”
“Yang Jian is the embodiment of obsession.”
The female general beside him whispered:
“If we were in that situation…”
Jiang Ye shook his head:
“Within a day, they will all be wiped out.”
World of Storms
Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng stood on the high platform, looking at the sky.
Nie Feng whispered:
“Is this a world without martial arts?”
“Then what do they do for a living?”
Bu Jingyun held the peerless sword in his hand and remained silent for a long time.
“…What they rely on is staying awake on the brink of death.”
“It depends on the ghost biting itself before it opens its mouth.”
“They even choose a more cruel way to die than others.”
Linglong World
Mark and Chen Bingtuan looked at each other, and everyone was shocked by the scene and speechless.
“We have always believed that the most difficult things in the end times are food, technology, and hope.”
“But in that world, even death is a trap created by the rules.”
Xia Dongqing clenched his fist:
“And that guy named Yang Jian… he also took advantage of ‘death’.”
“If we can work alongside people like this… perhaps we can escape the Abyss.”
The King’s Avatar World
Ye Xiu stared at the screen with a cigarette in his mouth.
“You really know how to risk your life…”
Su Mucheng looked solemn:
“Brother, have you ever seen such a hard-working operation?”
Ye Xiu nodded and put away his cynical expression.
“This is not an operation.”
“It’s an exception, a bug, and an ultimate strategy of exchanging lives for lives.”
“Just like in a game, using the last bit of blue blood to trick the opponent into using all their skills.”
“But reality is not glory.”
“That’s a ghost. Ghosts don’t make mistakes.”
Chapter 7: What? Even this isn’t the most desperate moment? How desperate is the mysterious resurrection world! (Old version)
The golden sky had not yet dissipated, and the scene changed again.
The camera slowly rises from the basement where Yang Jian is, passing through the broken ruins, the dead silent streets, and the black fog that fills the air like rotting meat…
Until it stopped at——
Xicheng District, Dachang City, a severely ghost-infested area.
The original high-rise buildings have all collapsed, and the ground is cracked like a spider web.
And in the very center of these cracks, there stands a “throne of flesh and blood” made up of hundreds of “corpses”!
On that throne—
A boy in a tattered school uniform, with his head lowered and his limbs stiff but sitting upright, opened his eyes.
No whites of the eyes.
It was pitch black, as if dragging anyone who looked at him directly into the realm of death.
【Ghost Child: Awakening.】
[Spiritual Fusion Index: Unknown][Expected impact range of the ghost domain: city level → regional level → national level][Warning: The starving ghost has entered its complete form! ][Note: In this state, the ghost’s devouring rules can already affect consciousness, thinking, and cause and effect.][Analysis: Anyone who attempts to “consciously” contact this ghost has a chance of being dragged into a “starvation state” by its rules.]boom–!
The picture suddenly exploded!
Even if they were just watching the image, all the viewers in all the worlds seemed to be swept by the child’s eyes!
hunger–
It’s not just about satisfying your appetite!
It was the emptiness that permeated from the depths of the soul, as if one’s rationality and sense of existence had been taken away, and one had even forgotten who they were!
That glance was like the gaze of countless black holes that devoured the world!
At this moment, a line of unprecedented prompts appeared next to the skylight:
[Currently in forced isolation and protection as a spectator][Warning: There is a high probability of triggering “cross-border perception”][Blocking the impact of rules for viewers…]And in Dachang City——
The picture continues to extend downward.
From under the starving ghost’s “throne of flesh and blood”, black shadows like roots spread out, connecting every corner of the city.
Each “shadow line” is a human being who has become a “ghost slave”.
They murmured in a low voice:
“Hungry……”
“I’m so hungry…”
“I…want to eat…”
Then, they—
Tear open your own stomach and stuff your own intestines into your mouth!
Some pulled out their tongues and stuffed them into their throats, while others dug out their eyeballs and chewed them repeatedly with saliva!
And all of this is under the “complete rule control” of the starving ghost.
It requires no hands-on work.
It’s just hunger, which is enough to drive everyone crazy and eat themselves!
Luo Ji’s body suddenly trembled.
“What is that?”
An assistant covered his mouth and dared not speak.
“That look just now…”
“I, I almost forgot who I am…”
Ding Yi’s eyes trembled:
“We don’t have this kind of fear when facing the Trisolaran civilization.”
“This is not a technology issue.”
“There’s a structural inequality.”
“We are ‘real people’.”
“And the starving ghost… is ‘fear itself’.”
Yao Lao suddenly stood up and his face changed drastically.
“What?!”
“Its ‘rules’ can act on ‘consciousness’?!”
“This is not the realm of power at all.”
“This is… above the law, ‘superior interference between rules.'”
Xiao Yan’s face turned pale:
“Even the ‘audience’ was almost dragged in?”
“If I…if I were really there…”
“I’m afraid I’ll eat… myself?”
Before he finished speaking, cold sweat ran down his back.
Wang Lin stared at the child’s eyes.
At that moment, he seemed to see all the sufferings from millions of reincarnations gathered into a hand, pulling him from the line of cause and effect.
“That’s not a ghost…”
“That is the ‘manifestation of rules,’ the fuse before the end of the world.”
He murmured:
“How long can the humans of this world last?”
This time, Tang San was silent.
Just now he looked down on Yang Jian’s “suicide”.
But now—
When he himself was isolated by the sky curtain and was almost eroded by hunger, he finally understood.
“He’s not running away.”
“He’s risking his life, trying to deal with such a being.”
“Under these rules… we don’t even qualify as a tragedy.”
Xiao Wu was already hugging herself and trembling, and for the first time there was a look of “fear” in her eyes.
Ning Rongrong whispered:
“Will we… also have that day?”
Shi Hao’s face was icy cold, and he clenched his fists:
“What kind of ghost is this?”
“Why does just ‘one look’ make my heart skip a beat?”
He looked at Emperor Huang Tian.
“What would happen if you faced it?”
Emperor Huang Tian slowly shook his head:
“It is not the opposite of all living things.”
“It’s the ‘loophole’ in the rules itself.”
“If I were to be born in that world… I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to escape being devoured.”
Bu Jingyun exhaled heavily, his chest heaving violently.
“This kind of enemy…”
“You’re not even qualified to ‘draw the sword’.”
“Because you don’t even know… if your sword is the shadow of your head.”
Nie Feng closed his eyes and said only two words after a while:
“It’s over.”
Cao Yanhua’s hands were shaking and his cell phone fell to the ground with a “bang”.
“We…what else can we do?”
Wang Xiaoming whispered:
“You can’t kill hungry ghosts.”
“Killing them will also leave behind ‘rule pollution’, accelerating the spread.”
“We can only… make it ‘stop’.”
“Let it be ‘full’.”
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at him in shock.
“You mean…we should ‘feed’ it?”
Wang Xiaoming nodded, his tone as cold as ice:
“Or—we’ll all die.”
“Let it be inedible.”
This is the world of mysterious resurrection.
The bizarre reality is that even “victory” must be achieved at the cost of “sacrificing all humanity” in exchange for a “brief pause.”
The World of the Mysterious Lord
In the mist-filled room, Klein the Fool suddenly opened his eyes with a solemn expression.
He stared at the sky screen through the gray fog. When he saw the starving ghosts opening their eyes and the ghost slaves in the city devouring themselves, deep shock appeared in his eyes for the first time.
“He… is the embodiment of the Essence?”
“Or is it the birth of some kind of concept?”
“That kind of devouring isn’t physical… it’s a distortion of the rules at the cognitive level…”
Azik spoke softly:
“If I had you as a ‘spectator’, I would have been almost drawn in.”
“If you were there in person, I’m afraid not even the gray fog could hide your ‘hunger for humanity’.”
Klein was silent for a long time, and finally uttered only one word:
“This is not a deity.”
“It is a divine relic conceived by the rules of a madman.”
Fantasy World
Ka Suo gripped the ice sword tightly, sweat oozing from his forehead:
“The look in that child’s eyes… was like a mirror reflecting the entire tribe devouring itself.”
Ying Kongshi whispered:
“If that kind of rule appeared in the Fantasy Snow Temple, we wouldn’t even think of rebelling.”
“Because you don’t even remember who you are.”
Cass nodded:
“It’s not soul corruption.”
“It’s a hunger reaction [at the racial instinct level].”
“How vicious…”
Kuiba World
Manji looked at the sky for a long time without saying a word.
When he saw with his own eyes the scene of the starving ghost driving thousands of people in Dachang crazy with one glance and forcing them to eat their own bones, he felt cold all over:
“Kuiba…is merely using the wrath of living beings to reshape the laws of nature.”
“But this ghost doesn’t even need a reason, it just ‘exists’ and people go crazy.”
Man Kun patted his shoulder, a rare tremor in his eyes:
“You know now.”
“What do you mean by ‘even resistance is a gift’?”
Canlan Jue World
Dongfang Qingcang looked at the dark child’s eyes, his pupils trembling slightly.
“This is no longer a dead spirit.”
“It’s the embodiment of ‘death’ itself.”
“If that ghost comes to the Cangyan Sea, I’m afraid no one will survive within three days.”
Little Orchid whispered:
“Then… can Yang Jian still win?”
Dongfang Qingcang was silent for a while, and only responded coldly:
“If ‘alive’ is victory.”
“Then he has already won.”
“If victory requires killing that ghost…”
“He didn’t even have a chance to take a look.”
The scene cuts back to the interior of the ancient clan, where the atmosphere is extremely depressing.
An elder’s Adam’s apple rolled as he asked in a low voice:
“If this ‘starving ghost’ descended upon the Douqi Continent, could you handle it?”
For a moment, the entire secret room was silent.
Even Xiao Yan remained silent.
After a moment, Yao Lao slowly spoke:
“Even at the Doudi level, even that level cannot interfere with the devouring of ‘consciousness’.”
“Then we can only rely on escape.”
Xiao Yan said in a deep voice:
“I can’t escape.”
“This ghost devours ‘hunger’. As long as you exist, you want to eat.”
“Even if you turn into a point of fighting spirit…”
“You’re still hungry.”
Old Huang and Xu Fengnian sat opposite each other.
Old Huang looked extremely solemn:
“That’s their natural disaster?”
“Their ‘killing disaster’?”
Xu Fengnian looked at the painful expressions of the “ghost slaves” devouring themselves in the picture and nodded:
“The scary thing isn’t the ghosts.”
“And you will ‘go crazy’ on your own initiative, and cooperate with it to eat yourself up.”
“You handed the spoon over yourself.”
Caesar and Linley frowned simultaneously.
“Is this… some kind of contamination?”
“No, it’s a higher-dimensional concept of deprivation than mental pollution.”
Linley sensed that “rule-level hunger” and felt as if he were falling into an icy cave.
“If this starving ghost enters the divine realm…”
“I doubt that even the Lord God can completely block the penetration of its rules.”
“This isn’t a ‘law,’ it’s an ‘imbalanced concept.'”
Ye Xiu didn’t smoke this time.
He sat on the sofa with a frown on his face.
“If this were in Glory, I could still avoid the hitbox by dodging.”
“But this thing is… as soon as you have the desire to ‘see’, you are taken over by ‘hunger’.”
Huang Shaotian remained silent, which was unusual for him, and did not interrupt.
Su Mucheng said softly:
“Yang Jian…he’s not playing games.”
“He’s playing with his own life.”
Chapter 8: The most livable city in the universe, mysteriously revived, and all the worlds were paralyzed: Livable? Come live here and let me see you? (Old version)
The sky lit up again.
In the mirror world——
Yang Jian walked on a corridor made up of countless corpses of “himself”. With every step, “shadow” blood would seep out of the ground and wriggle towards him.
But he didn’t retreat.
The three spiritual auras of ghost shadow, ghost eye and ghost mirror resonated violently in his body!
The system cold prompt appears:
[The Ghost Eye is awakening abnormally…][Ghost Shadow Rule Breaks Through the Blockade…][Ghost Mirror’s carrying capacity is critical…][System Warning: The three major evil spirits are out of balance and have automatically entered the “Fusion Resistance Mechanism”][Fusion Level: Ghost among Ghosts – Beginner][Name automatically assigned: Mirror Infant]The next moment——
In front of Yang Jian, a blood-red mirror suddenly appeared!
In the mirror——
Suddenly, the shadow of a baby strangled by a rope emerged. He had no eyes, only a dark, bottomless hole.
But the baby “looked” at Yang Jian.
At that moment——
The entire mirror world shook!
[Warning: Mirror Baby is Born][Status: Mimicry Rule Manifestation][Features: reverse contamination, memory tampering, self-replication, consciousness erosion]The mirror baby slowly crawled out of the mirror and opened its mouth.
He imitated—
Yang Jian’s expression when he hanged himself.
The next second——
[The internal rules of the Ghost Mirror completely collapsed]Thousands of afterimages of “Yang Jian” appeared in all directions of the mirror world. Each of them had his characteristics and memories taken away by the mirror baby, becoming a “fake Yang Jian”!
This moment——
What Yang Jian will face is:
The complete loss of self-identity;
Consciousness is replaced by the mirror baby;
The ghost eyes, ghost shadows, and ghost mirrors will return to the mirror baby’s body and become the source of the most powerful monsters in the mysterious resurrection world!
But he – smiled.
Is he laughing?
[System mandatory prompt: Do you want to start a temporary “authority breakthrough”?][Fusion of the remaining core consciousness of the three great evil spirits][Price: Completely abandoning human identity][Activate option:——Become a “Half-Ghost Lord”]And Yang Jian just said coldly:
“Even if it becomes a ghost, I have to decide.”
“You can’t eat me.”
The ghost mirror shattered, the ghost shadow exploded, and the ghost eyes closed.
Three supernatural forces suddenly merged into one!
The mirror baby screamed in pain amid the explosion, half of its body turned into a shadow, and the other half turned into blood mirror fragments, but –
Yang Jian also fell down.
at the same time–
In the real Dachang City, supernatural reactions broke out!
Sky screen display:
[Mirror Curse Out of Control][Ghostland Collapse: Urban Structure is Being “Customized and Reconstructed”]【Indigenous identity is rewritten】
Dachang City has now entered a “rule-based closed island”
In the picture, the whole city began to reverse:
Buildings become mirrored structures;
The shadow itself separated from the main body and began to move;
All the ghost slaves were resurrected, but their faces turned into “Yang Jian”!
All living people began to lose the ability to distinguish who they were, where they were, and whether their state of life or death was real!
The whole city——
It becomes a ghost-made “cage of rules”.
[Three-Body World Dark Forest Model Deduction Room]Luo Ji’s expression changed completely.
“He… actually fused three top-level ghosts to create a ‘more terrifying self’?”
“Is this… a self-virus?!”
Ding Yi couldn’t utter a word.
A line of analysis conclusions quietly appeared on the screen:
[If this entity breaks through the world limit, the civilization level will jump directly from K-4 to K-9][It is no longer a material civilization, nor a spiritual civilization, but the starting point of a rule-based civilization]Wang Lin stared intently at the scene where the Mirror Infant was reversed and fused, and suddenly whispered:
“He won.”
“But he’s not human anymore.”
Li Muwan murmured:
“What is he then?”
Wang Lin closed his eyes and said:
“It’s… a ghost-catcher.”
“He became the loophole in the rules itself.”
Emperor Huang Tian was silent for a long time.
“If this ‘Mirror Infant’ grows to its full form, it will be enough to devour the entire fairyland.”
“And Yang Jian…used himself as a test subject for the gods.”
“Tell me, isn’t this even crazier than offering sacrifices to the Dao Ancestor King?”
Shi Hao: “Crazy.”
“But it is also the most cruel.”
Yao Lao looked solemn:
“He did something that even the Dou Di dared not do.”
“Take the enemy’s strongest power and fuse it with your own.”
“And then throw yourself… into the heart of the enemy.”
Xiao Yan felt a chill in his heart:
“I finally understand now—
Why is he the only one fighting in this world? “
Tang San leaned back in his chair and remained silent for a long time.
His voice was as low as ice:
“If he doesn’t come back.”
“That Dachang will be sealed in that ghost mirror forever.”
Xiao Wu sheds tears:
“But he…is no longer human.”
Tang San shook his head:
“No.”
“He simply replaced humanity and became the rule for survival.”
Full-time World
Ye Xiu took a deep puff of cigarette:
“He played in a Finals with no fans.”
“The trophy is… immortality.”
“Only he deserves to win.”
In the deepest part of the fairyland, the once supreme beings were all staring at the broken sky.
“This person…is no longer human.”
“Not an immortal either.”
Ji Ziyue murmured, her eyes full of shock and complexity.
“Not relying on the Great Dao, not cultivating the body, and not communicating with the spirit through flesh and blood.”
“He actually used ‘death’ as his path and ‘ghosts’ as his bridge… and climbed to the top of the rules.”
Ye Fan looked solemn:
“If he steps into this world… who can stop him?”
“Even if he’s an Immortal King, you’d have to avoid him.”
The Black Emperor grinned, changing his playful expression:
“This guy is even more evil than my master.”
“The real Mad King, the Mad King who can’t die.”
The ruthless emperor beside him spoke softly:
“Take yourself as the cause, and the whole city as the effect.”
“If he wishes, all living beings in the world can become ghosts.”
“This kind of existence…if it doesn’t get out of control, it will be the salvation of the world.”
“But if the fire breaks out…”
“This world will all return to the underworld.”
Wang Lin stood with his hands behind his back, speechless for a long time.
“He was the first person to actually make the rules shut themselves up.”
Li Muwan couldn’t help but ask:
“Is he still Yang Jian?”
“Is he still the Yang Jian who risked his life to stop the demons in the human team?”
Wang Lin sighed:
“You want to know if he’s ‘Yang Jian’?”
“But have you ever thought about whether ‘Yang Jian’ has died a long time ago?”
“From the moment he hanged himself, from the moment he jumped into the ghost mirror… he strangled his own ‘people’ with his own hands just to ‘prevent others from dying.'”
Yao Lao stared at the sky for a long time and slowly sat down.
“This is no longer a realm of fighting spirit or fighting skills.”
“The path this person has taken is far beyond our comprehension.”
Xiao Yan’s fist turned slightly white.
“If one day, our world also welcomes a wave of supernatural phenomena.”
“Will I choose the same as him?”
Yao Lao did not answer, but just whispered:
“If a person has a heart, even death can bring life.”
“If you have no fear in your heart, even ghosts will follow you.”
“He didn’t leave in a state of transcendence.”
“Yes, force the Grim Reaper to become his subordinate.”
Tang San sat cross-legged, the cold sweat still on his forehead.
He kept seeing the scene in the mirror in his dreams: “I am replaced by myself.”
“If that Ghost King steps into Douluo.”
“I can’t guarantee that I will still be the real ‘Tang San’ one day.”
Bibi Dong’s tone was heavier than ever before:
“He’s not a fighting unit.”
“It’s… a ghost realm projection.”
“He exists in the ‘fear’ of others.”
“The more people fear him, the stronger he becomes.”
Xiao Wu leaned on Tang San’s shoulder and whispered:
“Will he really come back?”
Tang San nodded, his eyes cold:
“meeting.”
“Because of his belief – to live and see others live.”
Xu Fengnian stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sky.
“From the rule of one man against the world.”
“To become the rule itself.”
“Every step he takes leaves a bloodstain more than ours.”
Old Huang squinted:
“He’s not a hero.”
“Not a king either.”
“He is… a strange god.”
“A ‘strange god’ that emerged with human obsession.”
Three-body World
Luo Ji remained silent, only the system’s conclusion on the wall kept replaying:
[Yang Jian: Among the first type of beings, he is the first human to complete the interference of rules under the conditions of “non-divine interference.”][Has entered the super-species level deduction model. ]Ding Yi leaned back in his chair, his eyes blurred:
“Is he still human?”
Luo Ji nodded:
“yes.”
“He lived too long, died too hard, and fought too hard.”
“More human than any of us.”
“So… the rules are afraid of him.”
Ye Xiu stood at the end of the corridor, looking at the darkening scene.
“I lost too.”
“What did you lose?”
“human nature?”
“temperature?”
“hope?”
Ye Xiu shook his head, the cigarette almost burning his fingertips:
“I lost the journey home.”
“Win—live.”
“This world is only worthy of people like him… to continue living.”
Lin Lei stood at the edge of the Void Divine Kingdom, watching the blood-stained figure of Yang Jian regroup in the shattered mirror.
“He hasn’t even used his godhood.”
“But he reached the pinnacle of ‘God’.”
Beibei smiled bitterly:
“From now on, when we say ‘terrifying’, we must first ask – is Yang Jian afraid?”
Linley took a deep breath.
“He is no longer ‘peak human.'”
“It’s a synonym for ‘fear of rules.'”
Cass looked at the scene of breaking through the realm and being reborn for a long time without saying a word.
“No matter how pure the bloodline of the Huanxue Clan is, or how strong its bloodline is.”
“It’s impossible to do what he did.”
“He’s not borrowing divine power.”
“It is using ‘death’ as a knife to create a rift in ‘life’.”
“I’m afraid.”
“If he ever steps into the Snow Temple—I will become the other me in his mirror.”
Casso lowered his head:
“You’re not the only one who thinks that.”
“Me too.”
Chapter 9: Ghosts cannot be killed, the only way to survive is to become a ghost tamer. Do you still dare to say this is not terrifying? (Old version)
The screen changes again
The picture extends from where the mirror world collapses.
Dachang City, which was completely polluted by starving ghosts, was now dead silent.
But in the center of the ruins, the reconstructed body slowly stood up.
His black hair was disheveled and he was wearing a tattered uniform. The shadows under his feet no longer moved with him, but instead wrapped around his ankles like chains, automatically maintaining stability.
Ghost patterns were spinning in his left eye, and a faint light flashed in his right eye. Broken ghost mirror fragments and wandering afterimages and regrets were floating behind him.
Yang Jian is back.
[System prompt: Yang Jian’s current status]Ghost Eye: Fully Controlled
Ghost Mirror: Semi-Regular Fusion
Ghost: When the system is frozen, it is dispatched by its master and becomes the main soul weapon.
[The Ghost King’s core is being established…][System Detection: The highest level of supernatural being currently in human history][You have been designated as the “Human Psychic Governing Core”][Should we establish a “rule-level supernatural sequence structure”? ]–【confirm.】
The screen flickers.
A ghost signal from Dachang was transmitted to surviving nodes around the world:
Mysterious Resurrection World Headquarters Survival Command
Northern China: Remaining City Shelter
Eastern Coast Island Survival Site
Black Zone Ruins and Remains of the Old Ghost Incident Blockade
The golden ghost mirror reflected half of Yang Jian’s figure, staring coldly at all the audience:
“I’m Yang Jian.”
“I have taken over the Dachang City supernatural structure.”
“From this day forward, humans will no longer face the supernatural as ‘victims’.”
“We will coexist with the ghosts as ‘rulers of the rules.'”
He waved his hand.
The mirror behind him shattered, and the out-of-control ghost slaves automatically burned and turned into **”rule factors”**, which were absorbed by Yang Jian.
“The first rule—”
“Anyone who kills a living being on their own initiative will automatically be transformed into a first-level ghost slave and sent to the Mirror Prison for trial.”
“Second Rule – Any ghosts that intend to spread into human areas must pass the ‘Will Verification Node’.”
“Article Three – Establish a ‘Seven Ghost Hub’, which I will personally oversee. Select ghost holders to form a supernatural adjudication team.”
“From now on, the world is neither ‘human’ nor ‘ghostly’.”
“But—the one who made the rules while alive.”
He raised his hand, and ghost mirror fragments surrounded him.
At that moment, the whole world seemed to enter a “ghost mirror projection” state.
Human history is divided into two stages:
Pre-supernatural era.
Yang Jian Era.
Yao Lao suddenly stood up, shock in his eyes.
“This…is no longer an exploitation of the rules.”
“He’s creating the rules.”
Xiao Yan’s voice was hoarse:
“From coexisting with ghosts to establishing laws to control them.”
“He is no longer a protector of humanity.”
“He is——the Heaven Ruler of the mysterious resurrection world.”
Ye Hei’s expression was heavy:
“In the name of the Emperor of Heaven, I will restore order.”
“But he… with his human-ghost body, he rewrote the entire world’s operating logic.”
Ji Ziyue stared at the sky in a daze:
“He didn’t practice cultivation, and he didn’t attain enlightenment.”
“Yet it succeeded in doing so—’replacing causality,’ becoming the will of the entire civilization.”
The ruthless emperor spoke slowly:
“I control all spirits with laws.”
“He controls all ‘ghosts’ with life and death.”
“This is the first time humans have…tamed the Grim Reaper.”
Ding Yi was completely speechless.
“He is no longer ‘Yang Jian’.”
“He is the core algorithm of civilization.”
Luo Ji murmured:
“It’s not people against rules.”
“It’s people who become the rules.”
Bibi Dong whispered:
“We cultivate to become gods by absorbing the remnants of the gods’ rules.”
“He has no need of God.”
“He became a ‘god’ in the spiritual world.”
Tang San’s eyes were complicated:
“The scariest thing in this world is not a ghost.”
“It’s the humans who were once enslaved by ghosts—
Choose to become the ‘Ghost King’ and then use ghosts to fight ghosts.”
“He is no longer the young man who jumped from a building to save others and fought desperately in the corpse building.”
“He is a being that even ghosts are afraid of.”
Li Muwan said softly:
“Do you think he’s lonely?”
Wang Lin closed his eyes:
“At this altitude—even ghosts are just a foil.”
“He is destined to be alone.”
Ye Xiu was silent for a long time.
“In the past, when we played games, we would see who controlled the battle.”
“Now, he’s playing the world.”
“And won.”
Su Mucheng leaned against the wall:
“He is the master.”
“But who—can dominate him?”
Ye Hei slowly closed his eyes with a complicated expression.
“If you say that I have attained enlightenment through my human form, I have created a new world of principles.”
“Then he is… a king who achieved his fame through death.”
Black Emperor licked his paws, looking shocked:
“This guy…even Heaven might not dare to control him.”
“He’s not going against Heaven, he’s formalizing Heaven’s given rules.”
Ji Ziyue held her jade hand and whispered:
“If he came to our world… would he make some kind of ‘no living sacrifices’ rule?”
The Ruthless Emperor spoke out rarely:
“If he were to enter this realm, he would be revered as the ‘Law of Immortality’.”
“He is the spirit of rules.”
“He is also the god of all ghosts.”
Yao Lao’s expression was more solemn than ever before:
“In our Douqi world, the strong are respected.”
“And he made the ‘rules’ bow to him.”
Xiao Yan slowly stood up, his eyes filled with unprecedented contemplation:
“He alone fought against the ghosts on behalf of the entire race.”
“The price of winning is eternal loneliness.”
“The result of winning is deciding life and death.”
“Yao Lao, do we… really still belong to the ‘human world’ in the traditional sense?”
Yao Lao was silent.
“If a supernatural being comes one day, can you and I reach his level?”
“Xiao Yan.”
“You are not him.”
“But you can remember him.”
Wang Lin stood in the void above the sea, looking at Yang Jian’s projection on the sky as he announced three rules, his expression indifferent and solemn.
“This person is no longer a survivor.”
“He is the ‘chess player’ between life and death.”
Li Muwan asked in a low voice:
“Tell me…if I die, will you follow the same path as him?”
Wang Lin shook his head:
“I will destroy the world and take away reincarnation.”
“And he just wants the world to keep turning.”
“I use hate.”
“He uses rules.”
“So it’s harder for him.”
Bibi Dong fell into deep thought for a long time.
“He makes the rules.”
“We cultivate the divine position and inherit the divine consciousness, but in the end we are just vassals.”
“But he lets the ghosts do his bidding and the dead be judged.”
Tang San’s lips trembled slightly, and his voice was hoarse:
“This isn’t ‘power’ anymore.”
“It’s a leap in the form of civilization.”
Xiao Wu looked down at her feet:
“If Douluo also becomes a world like that…”
“Can we still be together?”
“If no one becomes like Yang Jian.”
“No one can protect us.”
The researcher stared at the line of words projected on the sky screen:
[Mirror King Era·Full Region Synchronized][The supernatural order is automatically imported into the parameter analysis…]Luo Ji’s expression was as calm as water:
“He established an order.”
“This isn’t technology.”
“It’s a new system composed of emotions, fear, memory, death, and rules.”
“One thing that makes us stronger than the Trisolaran civilization is—”
“That is the one who rules the ‘World of the Dead’.”
Ding Yi clicked on a report and said in a low voice:
“Systematic deductions show that if this order develops to a later stage, its ‘conscious control’ could interfere with over 80% of brain-like civilizations.”
“In short—he can make a planet, voluntarily… commit suicide.”
Xu Fengnian donned his armor and climbed up the tower, gazing at the dim sky.
“I used to think that protecting the people meant blocking every blow with every sword.”
“Now I know that sometimes the most stable protection is—
Let Death return to his place.”
Old Huang sighed:
“This man will eventually become a nation.”
“But there are no people in the country, only the living and the ghosts who have died and never returned.”
“He is the city lord.”
“He’s also a prisoner.”
Ye Xiu didn’t say anything, tapping his fingers on the table:
“Turn the rules into allies.”
“Use life and death as tools.”
“He doesn’t need glory.”
“He is glory itself.”
Su Mucheng smiled and cried:
“This is the saddest winner I’ve ever seen.”
“He’s also the man who deserves to win the most.”
Beibei stared at the scene of the seven ghost seats slowly gathering together and swallowed his saliva.
“I dare say that once this thing appears in the divine realm…”
“Even the high-ranking gods have to bow their heads.”
“Because he’s not a ‘power unit’.”
“It’s ‘regular coordinates’.”
“The closer you get to him, the more you start to question the logic of your own existence.”
Chapter 10: Tang San’s defense is broken, and the three Huang family ghosts are crazy! ! (Old version)
A group of red characters suddenly appeared on the sky:
[No.: 000-EX]【Name: Corridor Zero】
[First recorded time: before the earliest headquarters was established][Status: Eternally Closed, All Consciousness Access Prohibited, Unknown Interior]【Supernatural sequence tips:】
[Mirror King’s Order Interference Failed][The current abnormal entity is immune to all rules][Note: This area was originally the “Prototype Design and Testing Site for the Supernatural Governance Mechanism”][Note: Extremely dangerous. Has triggered the first case of “rule logic atavism” phenomenon]The scene cuts in.
Under the ground of Dachang City, a passage that had been completely blocked and had its number erased slowly opened on its own.
The corridor was pitch black, but rows of **”regular fragments of reflective writing”** appeared on the wall:
“Ghosts cannot actively attack humans.”
“The mirror cannot reverse history.”
“Rules need to be made by humans.”
…And at this moment, these words shattered one by one.
From deep in the corridor, a voice came faintly:
“You didn’t make the rules.”
“It was me… who gave you the illusion.”
——That’s not a ghost.
That is the “shadow of order itself” asking a question!
When the “rule backlash” was confirmed to have broken out, Mirror King Yang Jian descended into the deep sealed area of the headquarters.
He stood in front of the passage.
Black shadows spread from under his feet, and the ghost eyes slowly opened. The broken ghost mirrors reassembled around him, as if turning into a “Judgment Seat”.
He looked at the twisted passage and whispered:
“You want to resist me?”
“I am the rules.”
The next moment, he waved his hand and threw the ghost shadow and ghost mirror into the passage.
But the shadow suddenly twisted and flew back to Yang Jian’s feet!
The system displays a warning:
[Alert: The supernatural entity does not have the authority.][Corridor Zero recognizes you as the “Fake Rules Owner.”][The “Dominate Logo” is being written in reverse.][Current Danger Level: Beyond Ghost King·Forbidden Mimicry Level]Yang Jian’s expression was rarely serious.
This is – a field that even he himself is not recognized!
Not a ghost.
It is a reflection generated by regular residue.
[The True Nature of Corridor Zero Revealed]Deep in the corridor, a mirror slowly emerged.
In the mirror, a person was reflected.
——Yang Jian himself.
But this is not what he looks like now, but the “ordinary person” Yang Jian who was afraid, tired, hesitant, and struggling with his humanity when he just obtained the Ghost Eye.
“I am not you.”
“You…are too far away.”
“You are not human anymore.”
Yang Jian in the mirror smiled, raised his hand, and slowly pressed a “Supernatural Law Enforcement Certificate” made of a mirror on the chest of the real Yang Jian.
——Rule authentication begins to be reversed!
Yang Jian’s body trembled violently, his shadow moved around, the ghost mirror shattered, and his ghost eyes hurt!
[Tip: Rule sovereignty is being reclaimed][Mirror King’s authority questioned: Is there a logic to reaffirming his existence?]At this moment – Yang Jian must, as a “non-ghost”, use his own will to reiterate to the entire spiritual system why he is qualified to make rules.
Emperor Huang Tian suddenly opened his eyes: “This is not a ghost.”
“It’s something forgotten between ‘God’ and ‘man’.”
Ji Ziyue’s expression changed: “Mirror King…will also be rejected?”
Ye Hei whispered:
“Rules are not absolute.”
“If he forgets his original intention, the rules will naturally bite him back.”
“He’s fighting with himself.”
Wang Lin’s expression was solemn: “He was tortured by the mirror.”
“That mirror is not the enemy.”
“It’s the unfinished humanity within him…”
“If he can’t prove himself, why would he become the Ghost King?”
“He will be stripped of everything.”
Li Muwan nervously grasped his sleeve:
“Can he… come back?”
Luo Ji’s face was cold:
“This is a self-examination of civilization-level ‘structural logic.'”
“If a human wants to control a supernatural system, he must have a more stable ‘self-cognitive structure’ than a ghost.”
“He is experiencing the [Root Echo] of the psychic system.”
“No one can help him.”
Ye Hei stood under the setting sun of Diguan Pass, holding a jade talisman in his hand with a solemn expression.
“Corridor Zero…could it possibly backfire on a king who made the rules?”
Black Emperor squatted on the ground and drew the formation while grinning, “Hehe, this proves one thing – even if you become the Emperor of Heaven, the King of Ghosts, or the Lord of Gods…”
“As long as your ‘self’ doesn’t identify with you, you are not you.”
Ye Hei murmured, “He’s not fighting a ghost… He’s fighting himself.”
“The original ‘Yang Jian’, who hadn’t yet become king, was unwilling to acknowledge the man he is today.”
The Black Emperor bared half of his sharp fangs. “He won. He used his will to fuse the ‘ghost’ and ‘human’ into—a new rule.”
“From now on, the rule is to call him dad.”
Wang Lin stood in front of the Temple of the God of Rebellion, with his hands behind his back, looking at the scene projected on the sky screen showing “Mirror King being dragged into the mirror by his old self”, and remained silent for a long time.
“Have you ever…experienced this kind of questioning before?” Li Muwan asked softly.
“When I was in the land of reincarnation, facing countless ‘images of my own death’, rising and falling for hundreds of lifetimes.”
“I have asked myself countless times whether it is wrong to be alive.”
“But he’s different. He doesn’t want to live.”
“He is using the language of rules to tell ‘death’ what it means to truly live.”
Li Muwan was slightly moved: “He said, ‘The one who stays is a ghost, and should be the king’… So lonely.”
Wang Lin opened his eyes: “So, he can become king. I am not as good as him.”
Xiao Yan clenched his fists and looked complicated.
“He was actually able to forcibly modify the ‘rule system”s’ judgment on him, completely establishing his authority… It was as if the very essence of martial arts bowed to him.”
Yao Lao nodded slowly: “It’s not that the origin of martial arts bowed to him, but that he became another origin.”
“He used his life to write a new law in heaven.”
Xiao Yan looked up: “But is he still… a human?”
Yao Lao sighed: “From the moment he jumped into the mirror world, he was no longer human.”
“But it’s not a ghost either.”
“He is—a commentary on death written by man.”
Tang San stood in front of the Seagod Altar with a frown on his face.
“‘Rules Backlash’… This kind of power has never been seen in our world.”
Bibi Dong said coldly, “Have you noticed? The ‘Yang Jian’ in the mirror is actually the self in his mind before he became the ‘King’.”
“That’s not the enemy.”
“That’s human nature.”
Tang San nodded: “He personally suppressed the remaining trace of his own humanity, subdued the rules, and beat himself to death.”
“What remains is a king who no longer questions.”
Bibi Dong’s tone was cold and solemn:
“And the deities in our world are all blessed by external forces.”
“He single-handedly fought his way to the throne of God from beginning to end.”
Luo Ji sipped his coffee and tapped his fingers on the table: “Corridor Zero, not a ghost.”
“It’s a ‘rule verification echo’. It’s a system self-test.”
Ding Yi scoffed, “Just say it directly. He was greeted by his old personality.”
“But this guy is tough too. He even beat himself.”
Luo Ji said solemnly, “What he won was not the ghost, but ‘logic’.”
“He wrote the only line in the entire supernatural sequence system: I exist, so you must accept my existence.”
Ding Yi paused, “Logical weapon.”
Luo Ji nodded: “He used it to break through the world’s firewall.”
Xu Fengnian leaned back in his chair, looking at the picture projected on the light screen in the air.
“This person… is really unreasonable.”
“Being questioned by the world, I didn’t explain myself, so I just punched the world in the face.”
Old Huang shook his head and smiled bitterly: “He has no sense of justice, no heavenly will to bless him.”
“He and his shadow took on the entire backlash from the supernatural system.”
“You know what? If it were you, you wouldn’t even be able to reach the corridor door.”
Xu Fengnian narrowed his eyes:
“Then I’m curious—the world questions his qualifications to be king.”
“He relies on that line: ‘You think I’m unworthy because I’m no longer you.'”
Lao Huang said in a complicated tone:
“That’s not a rebuttal.”
“This is a farewell.”
Lin Lei stared at the scene in which Yang Jian’s figure was swallowed by the mirror, and then exploded the mirror world with the word “reject”, and remained silent for a long time.
“I used to think that the rules were irreversible.”
“Now I understand that some people can be ‘exceptional’.”
Beibei’s eyes widened: “This kid is too ruthless, even the system is convinced.”
Linley murmured:
“He’s not fighting any enemy.”
“He’s fighting against all of humanity’s acceptance of death.”
“And he won.”
Chapter 11: New trailer is online, the most desperate one is about to appear, SCP is about to go online! (Old version)
An unknown mirror record once again emerged from the golden sky.
The image is extremely blurry, information interference is frequent, and the system keeps reporting errors.
[Retracing: The Origin of the Mysterious Resurrection World – The First “Death Concept Rift”]In the picture, a city whose structure can never be seen clearly floats in broken time and space. All the streets are folded repeatedly in a dislocated logical level. People take three steps but return to the first step.
The definition of “human death” is completely distorted here.
Death is no longer an end—it is a state jump.
The text on the sky screen appeared:
[Terror Level Correction: The Mysterious Revival World is now the “Absolute Abnormal Origin”]Ghosts are not formed after death, but are the reflection of human beings after the world’s rules collapse.
[The level of terror in this world exceeds “world destruction” and is “self-denial civilization pollution”]Dangerous Conclusion: Civilizations unable to understand this world will be passively infected by “conceptual nesting”
Then, the camera focuses on an ordinary classroom:
A primary school student was reading the text in a childish and clear voice:
“Hello everyone, I’m Li Xiaoyan. Today I’m going to tell you a story called ‘Don’t Look Back’.”
“If you hear someone calling your name from behind, don’t look back.”
“If you look back, you’re no longer yourself.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the child on the screen had a crack on his cheek and his eyeballs crawled out of his mouth.
He was still telling stories with a smile.
Ye Hei’s expression was cold, and he said slowly: “This is not simply ‘powerful’ or ‘terrifying’.”
“Their ‘ghosts’ are concepts, shattered fragments of reality.”
Black Emperor licked his paws, and the hair on his body stood up:
“That kid… is still telling a story… but his eyeballs have fallen out, and he’s still laughing so happily.”
“This kind of smile isn’t weird, it’s—even death doesn’t remember what’s going on.”
Ye Hei said in a deep voice:
“Here in our place, the Immortal King can determine the path.”
“But in the world of mysterious resurrection…even ‘who you are’ can be rewritten by the supernatural.”
“This is the real horror.”
Xiao Yan’s expression was solemn: “We cultivate Dou Qi and step by step reach the peak.”
“But in their world… even the spatial logic and the order of life and death are wrong.”
“Then what’s the point of us cultivating to become a Nine-Star Dou Sheng?”
Yao Lao exhaled slowly: “If you walk into that classroom.”
“You may not be ‘killed’.”
“It’s ‘become the child who tells the story.'”
“You won’t even feel anything is wrong.”
“You’d think you’d been sitting there the whole time.”
Xiao Yan whispered, “That is a kind of death where cognition is reconstructed.”
Tang San suppressed the tingling sensation on his scalp: “That kid was telling a story… but he died a long time ago.”
“It’s even unclear whether he was ever human.”
Bibi Dong said coldly: “This is more terrifying than a soul beast.”
“At least soul beasts still follow the principle of ‘the strong are respected’.”
“And in this world… even ‘who you are’ and ‘how you died’ can be tampered with at any time.”
Xiao Wu hugged Tang San’s arm, her voice trembling:
“If it were us…would we become that ‘story-telling monster’ in the classroom?”
Tang San lowered his head: “In that world, we can’t even tell who we are.”
Wang Lin’s eyes were as sharp as a sword: “This is not weird.”
“This is the cognitive logic of civilization itself being hijacked by the supernatural.”
Li Muwan’s expression was stiff. “You mean… the mysterious resurrection world is the spiritual pollution of the entire universe?”
Wang Lin nodded slowly:
“Their ‘supernatural’ is a ‘dislocated entity of reality’.”
“As soon as you come into contact with it, you will fall into a spiral where you are no longer yourself, or you have already become another you.”
Li Muwan murmured: “Then why are they still alive?”
Wang Lin: “Because there was a madman named Yang Jian.”
“He embraced the whole world before it collapsed.”
Xu Fengnian poured a glass of wine and drank it himself.
“Have you ever seen a world worse than this?”
Old Huang shook his head.
“I thought we had it tough enough here, with swords and blood.”
“But over there—the knife doesn’t move, and the blood isn’t red.”
“The person is gone.”
Xu Fengnian smiled: “In our world, people are afraid of death even when they are alive.”
“They, even though they are dead, have to continue to ‘pretend’ to be alive.”
“It’s not to deceive others.”
“I’m afraid the ‘ghost’ will find out that you’re ‘out of shape’.”
Old Huang was silent for a moment:
“Is living more terrifying than dying?”
Xu Fengnian: “It is true for them.”
Ding Yi stopped joking and became unusually solemn:
“This is not ‘terror’, this is ‘anti-humanity’.”
“What goes against our basic understanding of space, time, and identity.”
Luo Ji bit the pen cap and said in a low voice:
“The ghosts in the mysterious resurrection world…are not souls, nor are they energy aggregates.”
“It’s the result of a conceptual reversal.”
“For example – ‘The living must die’ becomes ‘The dead must live’.”
“So you must die first before you are qualified to continue living.”
“And Yang Jian…may have died dozens of times.”
“But never forget that he is alive.”
Linley’s forehead was covered in sweat. “That kind of death… wasn’t murder.”
“You are treated as a ‘variable’ by the world and are being rewritten.”
Beibei sat down with a plop: “This is outrageous! Can he still smile while reading the text after he’s dead?”
“Is this a human?”
Linley closed his eyes. “That’s not human.”
“That is—a fragment of rules, using you as a medium, imitating the appearance of a human.”
“Their world is the ‘prototype field of death’ of the entire universe.”
“And Yang Jian is the ‘only variable that can stand firm’.”
Mysterious World
Klein Moretti sat quietly above the gray fog, his eyes never so solemn.
“Their ghost is a misplaced concept.”
“Their world is spiritual pollution.”
Azik’s expression was even more severe than his: “That’s not a horror story.”
“That is… a naturally occurring entity of unobservable causal fragments.”
“Every ghost is the embodiment of what remains after the collapse of logic.”
Klein murmured, “We, the Sequencers, fell through the mystery, but they… didn’t even fall of our own accord.”
“They are the suffering people who are used as carriers by the entire world and forced into the ‘definition of the supernatural’.”
Azik closed his eyes: “This world is not ‘full of ghosts’.”
“This world itself… is the biggest ghost.”
Bu Jingyun placed his long sword across his knees, frowning: “That kind of death doesn’t even require an enemy.”
“As soon as you doubt yourself, you’re already dead.”
Nie Feng nodded: “When you look back, you are no longer yourself.”
“But you still think it’s you.”
“This pollution of ‘existence itself’… is a massacre more cruel than the slaughter of a city.”
Bu Jingyun’s eyes were cold:
“If you and I were born in that kind of world…”
“I’ve gone crazy.”
“And he—Yang Jian—is still alive.”
“Still formulating order.”
Nie Feng smiled bitterly: “He…lives for the ‘world that doesn’t deserve to live’.”
Ye Xiu was rarely silent, and the smoke burned to the end.
“I’ve seen a lot of strong people.”
“But I’ve never seen…”
“In this world, the strongest person is the one who is certain that he is still alive.”
Su Mucheng’s eyes were red: “The child was telling a story, but his face was cracked and his eyeballs fell out…”
“He’s still talking.”
“It’s as if they don’t even know they’re dead.”
Ye Xiu whispered, “That’s not storytelling.”
“That’s called ‘concept-driven plot reverberation’.”
“That child is not me.”
“It’s ‘who you think you are’.”
“And this is the mysterious resurgence.”
Shi Hao’s expression was more solemn than ever before.
“I have experienced the fall of the emperor and the collapse of the nine heavens.”
“Even ‘I am me’ has become a luxury.”
The ruthless emperor’s eyes were calm but shocked:
“That’s not the world collapsing.”
“That’s the collapse of ‘self-perception’.”
“In the world of mysterious resurrection, the most terrifying ghost is none other than others.”
“It’s you who you see when you look back.”
Shi Hao said solemnly: “Then…what else can we believe in?”
The ruthless man whispered: “Only obsession remains.”
“And a ‘person’ who is…willing not to look back.”
Lin Dong remained silent for a long time after watching the scene.
“Is this… something that our so-called ‘cultivation’ can resist?”
“In that world, even time is unreliable, space isn’t necessarily real, and even your name… might be made up.”
Ling Qingzhu closed her eyes and shook her head: “We thought the Soul Palace was cruel, but in their world, everyone could become a part of something strange in the next second.”
“Instead of being killed.”
“You are a living person, but you may be the ghost.”
Lin Dong clenched his fist and whispered:
“Then… Yang Jian, how did you do it?”
Ling Qingzhu: “He has died too many times, and he already knows how to take back the words ‘Who am I’ from the hands of the ghost.”
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Chapter 12: In front of SCP, the mysterious resurrection is like a child! (Old version)
The golden sky opens.
The picture is silent, with grayish-white tones, like a death filter.
The scene freezes in a dilapidated residential building, which appears normal on the outside but is unusually quiet on the inside. The camera penetrates an old house.
——There is a red “喜” character pasted on the wall.
——But in the middle of the living room, there was a snow-white baby coffin.
The surroundings were filled with offerings, incense was burning, paper money was flying, but the portrait on the table was a black ultrasound image.
[Note: This supernatural entity has no birth and no name.][Rule Description: If a life is about to appear and has “ghostly” qualities in the future, its existence will be recorded as dead in advance.][Supernatural attributes: causal pre-burial, concept pollution, reverse time logic]The camera turns – outside the window, seven residential buildings, each household is holding a funeral for the “unborn” baby.
They knelt, cried, and burned paper – but all the “portraits” were just ultrasound pictures, and some were even just “pregnancy test reports.”
At this moment, a voice came from outside the door:
“You…can’t be born.”
The picture distorted, and a figure walked in. It was none other than Mirror King Yang Jian.
The shot suddenly changes.
The entire building seemed to sense his arrival, and all the coffins shook in unison. A cold and ruthless ghostly “rule voice” rang out:
“Existence Number: Mirror King.”
“Three spirits were once fused into your body.”
“Has lost the qualification to be born into the human race.”
“Your existence will be subjected to a ‘pre-birth funeral’.”
The next second, a new baby coffin appeared in front of Yang Jian, with his name engraved on it: “Yang Jian”.
And his birth date became – never coming.
Xiao Yan stood up suddenly, his face pale:
“They…want to erase Yang Jian’s ‘birth’ as a mistake?”
Yao Lao said in a low voice:
“That’s not ‘kill’, that’s ‘make you never existed’.”
“The traces you left behind, everything you did while you were alive, never appeared.”
Xiao Yan angrily said, “How is this possible?! He is the Ghost King!”
Yao Lao closed his eyes: “This is the horror – you were killed for no reason.”
“You are because ‘you shouldn’t exist’.”
“Even the right to be born is granted by the rules.”
Bibi Dong’s face was blank, and she spoke after a long while:
“This…is not a ghost.”
“It’s conceptual erasure.”
Tang San gritted his teeth: “A funeral before birth…isn’t that the same as not allowing a single hope to emerge?”
“A mysterious world of resurrection… even the ‘beginning of hope’ can be erased.”
Bibi Dong said coldly: “This is not the annihilation of the clan, it is the annihilation of the entire chain of cause and effect before your birth.”
“You didn’t do anything, but the world has already decided that you deserve to die.”
Li Muwan’s fingers trembled: “Wang Lin, his birth… can it also be denied?”
Wang Lin’s expression was heavier than ever before:
“I have traveled across the universe, seeking to defy fate and change my destiny, but I still have ‘birth’ as my reliance.”
“Yang Jian’s enemy is the whole world saying—you shouldn’t have come.”
“That’s not killing him, it’s ‘not letting him be him’.”
“If he loses, he won’t even exist as we once knew him.”
Ye Hei’s expression was cold and grim:
“Never born, yet had a funeral.”
“This is the greatest mockery of all fate, existence, cause and effect, and reason.”
Black Emperor trembled in a low voice: “I, I am too scared, Master… When I was born… no one prepared a coffin?”
Ye Hei glanced at him and said in a deep voice:
“If the rules of that mysteriously revived world were to infect this place, I’m afraid…”
“While you are speaking, you have already been written into the portrait.”
Ding Yi’s forehead was covered with sweat. “The right of birth… conceptual denial?”
Luo Ji added gravely, “This is beyond the capabilities of logical defenses.”
“It’s a self-cleaning mechanism within the world-class foundational setting.”
“Yang Jian was deemed a ‘mistake that polluted the world,’ and so was written into death in advance.”
“This…is not supernatural.”
“This is the proactive defensive counterattack after the personification of the world.”
Xu Fengnian looked at the baby coffin with “Yang Jian” written on it for a long time without saying a word.
Old Huang said softly:
“You’re not incapable of living.”
“It’s the world that thinks you don’t deserve to live.”
“I didn’t even get a chance to cry.”
“Who can survive this damn world?”
Xu Fengnian spoke slowly:
“Yang Jian is not the strongest.”
“He is the person who should not have appeared but still persisted in living until now.”
The light curtain changes again
The coffin lid is opened.
But no “corpse” was seen.
Inside, there was a piece of paper.
——It contained the birth certificate signed by his mother on the day he was born.
Yang Jian lowered his head and smiled.
He taped the paper to his forehead.
The next second – the three ghosts merged, the mirror reflected, and the ghost eyes opened!
He looked at the entire birth altar and whispered:
“I would have died long ago.”
“But you can’t say I wasn’t here.”
“It’s not up to you to decide whether I exist in this world or not.”
Ye Hei stood on the stone platform, staring at the image of the coffin on the sky screen with a deep expression.
“You know the most terrifying thing isn’t ‘death,’ but ‘the world denying your right to even live.'”
The ruthless emperor’s eyes were cold, and he responded softly:
“This kind of denial is not killing.”
“It’s about erasing even the trace of being remembered.”
“You didn’t do anything, but the whole universe wrote ‘you shouldn’t exist’.”
The Black Emperor trembled like a shivering dog beside him: “Great Emperor… Is it possible that one day… we will fall asleep and become an ‘unborn mistake’?”
Ye Hei looked at the sky and said slowly:
“If Yang Jian hadn’t stepped forward.”
“One day, we may all wake up—and find that no one remembers who we are.”
Xiao Yan’s face was gloomy, and his fists were clenched and crackling:
“The horror of the mysterious resurrection world…is no longer something that can be ‘conquered’.”
“It even controls whether you come or not.”
Yao Lao sighed calmly, “Before you were born, the world had already prepared the reasons why you ‘shouldn’t have come.'”
“It’s like—sentencing you to death in advance, just because you might cause trouble.”
Medusa walked into the hall, her voice cold:
“Then if I get pregnant, in that world, will the neighbors… come and burn paper for me?”
“Burning it for the unformed ‘ghost’?”
Xiao Yan turned his head abruptly, his eyes stern: “Absolutely not allowed.”
Yao Lao whispered, “Unless you are more stubborn than the whole world.”
“Like him—Yang Jian.”
Wang Lin sighed softly:
“The cycle of life and death has become… a joke to them.”
“If even the right to be born can be taken away—is that ‘human’ still a ‘human’?”
Li Muwan’s eyes flashed with confusion and coldness:
“Wang Lin, if that rule came to our world…”
“Will we… be sent to the coffin early?”
Wang Lin was silent for a moment, then replied in a low voice:
“As long as ‘fate and karma’ exist, you have the right to live.”
“And in the case of the mysterious resurrection, even cause and effect are severed.”
“You are not purged because you made a mistake, but because you ‘might exist.'”
“They don’t need a trial – they go straight to the funeral.”
Tang San suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and stared at the sky for a long time without saying a word.
Ning Rongrong asked softly, “What are you thinking about?”
Tang San closed his eyes:
“I’m thinking, if Xiao Wu hadn’t been sacrificed back then…”
“In that world, she might not even have been allowed to be ‘born’.”
“She didn’t die in battle, but was judged to have been ‘born in the wrong place.'”
Xiao Wu’s face turned pale as she clutched Tang San’s hand tightly.
“I’m not afraid of death.”
“But I’m afraid… no one ever knows I’ve been here.”
Tang San gritted his teeth: “So Yang Jian wins.”
“At least he told the world – ‘I was here’.”
Ding Yi took a deep breath:
“Before being born, you were buried.”
“This is the most extreme logic of capital punishment in civilization.”
Luo Ji looked at the data report and analyzed calmly:
“Mystical resuscitation is not about controlling human behavior.”
“It is a preventive suppression of the very existence of ‘humanity’.”
“It’s like concluding at the embryonic stage that this person has ghostly qualities, and directly denying them.”
Ding Yi gritted his teeth:
“Then… what’s the point?”
“Does the very act of being alive require a ‘compliance application’?”
Luo Ji said calmly:
“That’s why Yang Jian resisted.”
“He lives to fight for everyone to have the qualification of ‘even if you become bad in the future, you have to give me a try first.'”
Xu Fengnian sat in the tent, looking at the scene of “Yang Jian’s coffin” with an unfathomable expression.
Old Huang asked, “Why? Are you touched?”
Xu Fengnian smiled bitterly:
“After all, we fight our lives just to live up to our reputation.”
“But that person—is alive, yet even his ‘birth record’ is denied.”
“If it were me…”
“I might just go crazy.”
Old Huang murmured:
“And he’s not crazy.”
“He took his own ‘birth notice’ and taped it to the coffin and said, ‘I was here.'”
“This sentence… is really heavy.”
Xu Fengnian shook his head:
“It’s a pity that the person who said this is the loneliest person in the world.”
Chapter 13: Do you think you are controlling a ghost? No, it is the ghost that is controlling you. Despair is at its peak! (Old Version)
The golden sky trembled, and six bright red characters slowly emerged:
——”Ghosts are a fear that cannot be understood”——
The picture rotates.
At this moment, what was projected was another supernatural event that completely shattered human reason after the “starving ghost” incident:
[Phantom Number: 039]【Rule Name: Ghost Knocking on the Door】
[Feature: Your door can only be knocked three times. If no one opens the door the third time, the ghost will open it and enter.]The picture freezes, showing a woman living alone, shivering behind the door.
The first knock on the door sounded—”Dong.”
She gritted her teeth, pressed the recording device, and desperately called for help on her cell phone, but no one responded.
The second knock on the door—”Dong.”
She blocked the door with the sofa and trembled all over.
Before the third sound was heard, she fell to the ground by herself.
And then—the door opened automatically.
A dark shadow appeared in the room. It had no shape, only black hair like a waterfall and water dripping from its head.
The woman screamed and ran, but a hair entangled her ankles and dragged her into the darkness.
Throughout the video, there are no direct bloody scenes, but the horror of “you don’t understand the rules but you have been killed” has torn the psychological defenses of countless viewers.
【Voiceover Tips】
“Ghost, no need to do anything.”
“It just takes, you don’t understand it.”
Then, the sky screen projection turned to the second incident:
[Phantom Number: 047]Rule Name: Walking Backwards
[Features: Anyone entering this street can only walk backwards. Those who turn around will be invaded by the spirit.]In the video, a group of trapped residents were walking backwards with staggering steps.
A child couldn’t help but look back.
The next second, his head and body switched directions, but he still maintained the backward walking posture.
The whole person seemed to have been cut, losing the concept of front and back.
His mother broke down and cried, but she couldn’t hug him, otherwise she would also “turn around”.
The camera zooms out.
The whole street was like a dance of death.
The people walking backwards walked with difficulty, their cries and whispers mixed together, like a trial in purgatory.
And behind the windows on both sides of the street, there are ghost faces – smiling.
[Subtitle: You can only obey its logic, otherwise the logic will erase you]【Mysterious Revival World·Real-time Response】
Dachang City Temporary Command Center.
Wang Xiaoming’s eyes were empty and his fingers were shaking.
“I…I thought that as long as I understood the rules, I could survive.”
“But these ghosts… are not patterns… they are weirdness itself.”
“If you understand it the wrong way, it will kill you in ways you don’t understand.”
Cao Yanhua’s Adam’s apple slid, and he said in a hoarse voice:
“So, we’re not fighting ‘things’.”
“We are fighting for our lives against the collapse of the rules of the entire world.”
Someone cried softly, “If even walking backwards means death, what’s the point of living?”
Wang Xiaoming lowered his head and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito: “We can’t even look at it… If you don’t look, it will kill you… If you look, it will kill you too.”
“Even your right to dream may be under their censorship.”
Cao Yanhua roared: “What about Yang Jian?!”
Everyone was silent.
Because, even “Mirror King Yang Jian”… does not understand “them”.
He can only live one second longer than others.
[The World of Covering the Sky]Ye Fan stared at the “ghost knocking on the door” clip for a long time without saying a word.
“This is completely different from the rules we understand.”
Black Emperor’s hair stood on end. “Boss, that door… that door isn’t a formation, nor is it a Taoist technique. It’s something strange. Is it—a living thing?”
The Ruthless Emperor whispered, “It’s unsolvable. It’s not that it can’t be suppressed, but it’s simply incomprehensible.”
Ye Fan murmured: “You can’t communicate, you can’t defeat it, you can’t even know if it will target you in the next second.”
The Black Emperor shuddered: “I suddenly feel that the Imperial Soldier is of no use.”
【Fights Break Sphere World】
“Walking down the street backwards…it’s a curse.”
Xiao Yan looked at the sky with a serious expression. Even the strange fire could not calm the shock in his heart.
“Master, tell me, if we fall in, can we survive?”
Yao Lao pondered for a moment: “We can’t use our fighting spirit, we can’t turn back. Even turning around could cost us our lives… We don’t even stand a chance to resist.”
Medusa said coldly: “This is not a battle, this is a trap.”
“A death trap tailor-made for you.”
【Immortal Reversal World】
Wang Lin slowly put down his teacup: “This kind of rules are superior to magical powers.”
Li Muwan whispered, “Even if you are an immortal, you can’t resist that ghost’s ‘logic’.”
Wang Lin said: “It’s not that it’s unreasonable, but you will never understand its ‘reason’.”
“Then it’s not a matter of cultivation, but a realistic gamble of life and death.”
[Douluo Continent]Tang San stared at the strange “reverse street” for a long time without saying a word.
Xiao Wu asked in a trembling voice: “Third brother, if we also…”
“No.” Tang San interrupted her immediately, his tone more resolute than ever.
“But if it really comes to that… I’d rather go against the rules and fight to the death.”
Ning Rongrong murmured beside her, “But you can’t even see your opponent clearly… Who are you going to fight?”
[Three-Body World]Luo Ji closed his eyes and said, “Ghosts are ‘indescribable’ beings.”
Ding Yi folded his arms and sneered, “Just like the civilization in the Dark Forest that opened fire without warning.”
“You simply can’t predict its next move.”
“Only this time, it’s not civilization, but weirdness itself.”
Luo Ji whispered, “No, not even the laws of the universe can explain it.”
“If that thing were to enter reality… human civilization wouldn’t survive for more than five minutes.”
Shi Hao’s expression froze, and the image of walking backwards on the street kept flashing in the spiritual mirror in front of him.
“This kind of rule…cannot be countered by magical powers.”
“It’s not a contest of strength, but a subversion of the way of survival.”
The Willow God’s branches swayed slightly. “This kind of supernatural power… transcends common sense and the seals of time and space.”
Shi Hao clenched his fists and whispered, “Even if I were to fall into such a strange situation, I might not be able to survive.”
“That’s where despair comes from.”
[A Mortal’s Journey to Immortality World]Han Li stared at the light screen, his expression heavier than ever.
“These are not monsters.”
“This is…the enemy of the rules themselves.”
Nangong Wan asked softly: “Husband, if you…”
Han Li’s eyes glared. “I’ve seen countless evil spirit restrictions, but this… this can’t be countered by alchemy or formations.”
“This type of ‘ghost’ is a living death, a fate that cannot be escaped.”
【Qin’s Moon World】
Wei Zhuang watched the ghost knocking on the door, his eyes twitching: “If an assassin faces this kind of enemy… he wouldn’t even be qualified to attack.”
Zhang Liang pushed the bamboo slips in his hand and whispered, “Even the art of strategy cannot lay out such rules.”
“This is another level of ‘Heaven’s Way’.”
“And it has no mercy, no logic.”
Gai Nie slowly drew out his sword, but after a moment he retracted it: “No matter how swift the sword is, it cannot cut through a method of death that you cannot understand.”
【Fairy Tail World】
Natsu’s eyes widened, “W-What…is that thing?”
Gray gritted his teeth, “It’s not magic at all, nor is it a curse.”
Erza frowned. “Even if I faced a demon god, I could fight. But this… you don’t even stand a chance of a ‘fight’.”
Lucy’s hands were shaking: “If it comes…behind the door is death.”
Happy hugged Natsu’s neck and stammered, “It’s too weird… Let’s go to another world…”
【Tokyo Ghoul World】
Kaneki Ken watched the entire video in silence before finally speaking: “Even as a ‘predator’ like me… I feel creepy.”
Dong Xiang frowned: “We are monsters that survive by devouring living people, but they… have even broken the boundary between the living and the dead.”
“You don’t even know when ‘death’ begins.”
Sifang Lianshi licked his cracked lips and said, “We are afraid of human judgment, but they are not afraid of any judgment.”
“That’s the real fear.”
Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba World
Tanjiro stared at the “reverse street” with cold sweat on his forehead.
“With this kind of rules…even the pillars wouldn’t last a moment…”
Zenitsu trembled and said, “I can’t even escape. I’ll die if I turn around… Wuwuwu… I can’t do it anymore…”
Inosuke calmed down a bit and said, “Why not charge head-on?”
Tanjiro shook his head: “You don’t even know where the enemy is.”
Shinobu Kocho’s tone was unusually serious: “They are not physical entities like Muzan Kibutsuji. They… may just be the dreams you dreamed of after closing your eyes.”
Chapter 14: If you want to understand the patterns of ghosts, you must actively approach them. Isn’t this enough to make people despair? Pure suicide flow play (old version)
The golden sky screen shook violently, and a line of blood-red characters appeared:
——”Dreams can also kill you”——
[Phantom Number: 066][Rule Name: Dream Killing][Features: Once you encounter “that thing” in a dream, you will die of cardiac arrest before waking up.]In the picture, an ordinary man suddenly shows a painful expression while sleeping.
His dream was of a familiar street, but it was eerily quiet.
He suddenly saw a “person” with a blurry face standing in the distance, motionless.
Every time he tried to open his eyes and leave the dream, the face came closer.
The third time, the scene in his dream turned completely dark—
The thing opened its mouth and a silent scream came out.
Outside the screen, the man in reality suddenly convulsed all over, his eyes rolled up, and he vomited blood from his mouth.
Electrocardiographic arrest – “death”.
[People who die in dreams will also lose their lives in reality]You don’t even know if you are still dreaming
[Thousands of people lay in their beds, their faces distorted, as if the entire city had simultaneously fallen into a “death dream”][The World of Spirit Cage]Mark’s expression was blank: “If we can die even in our dreams, how can we still sleep?”
Chen Lixuan gritted his teeth: “If hope depends on staying awake and alive…humanity will completely collapse.”
Ran Bing whispered, “This isn’t a horror movie… This is a countdown to extinction.”
[The World of the Mysterious Lord]Klein’s face turned pale. “Even the ‘Dream Ruler’… could be invaded?”
Amon’s smile froze: “It doesn’t follow the ‘Extraordinary Path’.”
“It is the crack on the boundary between dream and death.”
Audrey hugged her body tightly: “I dare not sleep anymore…”
Rick and Morty World
Rick finished reading and dropped the bottle: “That’s not terror, that’s despair.”
Morty yelled, “So we can’t even sleep? Are we crazy?”
Rick smiled bitterly, “No, they’re crazy. The best we can do is hide in another dimension.”
“We thought the gods had touched dreams and death.”
“But this kind of existence… is the ‘Nightmare Corpse Mother’ that even gods avoid.”
“He won’t kill you, He’ll just let you commit suicide in your dream.”
[Do you still dare to close your eyes? ]Yao Lao frowned, “A strange murder in a dream…even the soul can’t defend against it.”
Xiao Yan clenched his fists tightly, veins popping out on the back of his hands. “We cultivate fighting spirit and soul power, isn’t it to control our own life and death? But in the face of such a strange thing, it’s completely meaningless!”
“You don’t even know if you’re alive.”
Yao Lao said solemnly, “If you are really targeted by that kind of existence… you will never close your eyes again.”
Ye Hei’s expression was calm. “Even if you are a great emperor, you can’t escape death in your sleep?”
Pangbo shuddered: “Those people were not defeated, they were ‘killed’ in their dreams.”
Ji Ziyue said in a low voice: “Even the divine consciousness of the Quasi-Emperor may be ineffective… That kind of weirdness is equivalent to the collapse of the way of heaven.”
Ye Hei sighed softly: “This is even more extraordinary than the immortal path.”
Wang Lin stared at the sky for a long time: “Dreams… are the most vulnerable part of the mind.”
Li Muwan whispered: “Are you scared too?”
Wang Lin said in a deep voice: “Fear is not the point, but the inability to resist.”
“If it were us, we would only be able to watch that kind of death repeat itself in our dreams.”
[Douluo Continent World]Tang San murmured: “Uncontrollable rules…cannot be broken through soul skills…”
Xiao Wu hugged his arm and said, “Third brother, what if we meet in a dream…”
“I don’t know.” Tang San closed his eyes, his voice bitter, “This is not a battle, it’s a trial.”
“It’s the kind of fear that even God can’t do anything about.”
[World of Throne of Gods]Long Haochen clenched the divine seal tightly: “No matter how strong you are, you can’t resist the malice that enters the dream…”
Cai’er looked panicked: “Even my Holy Spirit power…can’t sense that strangeness…”
“Are we really without a solution?”
After Shi Hao finished looking at the sky curtain, he remained silent for a long time.
The Willow God’s branches swayed gently, and a divine thought emanated: “Being killed in a dream… is this based on causality?”
Shi Hao murmured, “No, it’s… there’s no reason to care about cause and effect at all.”
“You might just have passed through a door in your dream and died.”
Willow God said: “If even dreams cannot be controlled, then it is a forbidden existence beyond the Immortal King.”
Shi Hao’s eyes showed a rare look of fear: “I… don’t know how to resist.”
“This is even more helpless than the dark turmoil in the Ancient Immortal Road.”
Han Li stood on the top of the cold mountain, and the scene in the sky shook violently in his pupils.
“Even if the soul leaves the body, it cannot escape…”
Nangong Wan came over, her face pale: “Doesn’t that mean you die if you close your eyes?”
Han Li nodded and whispered:
“Even if I practiced the Great Evolution Technique, I still wouldn’t be able to achieve anything in the dream.”
“The scariest thing isn’t that you can’t fight it, it’s that you can’t even tell if it’s an ‘enemy’ or not.”
“Mysterious Resurrection…is a world that completely defies monk logic.”
Mark’s eyes were bloodshot. “We fought the zombie horde day after day, thinking there was still hope for humanity…”
Xia Shi whispered, “But in that world, there’s no need for zombie tides.”
“They just need—sleep.”
“You’ll die.”
Charles gritted his teeth: “That’s a mockery of the will of civilization!”
Xia Shi spoke slowly:
“They’re not afraid of ghosts.”
“They are afraid of closing their eyes.”
“Even staying up late has become a luxury for us.”
[Holy Ruins World]Chu Feng gasped, “He can even shatter the heavens, yet he died in a dream with no clear explanation?”
Lao Gu jumped up in shock: “I’m going to never sleep again!”
Dong Dahu smiled bitterly: “Even the God King level dare not close their eyes, what kind of hell is that place?”
Chu Feng muttered to himself:
“Mysterious revival… this is not a contest of strength.”
“That’s fighting the unknown.”
“It’s like you’ve been silently—deleted from existence.”
【Sword World】
Xu Fengnian remained silent for a long time, tightly gripping his sword.
Li Chungang narrowed his eyes and asked, “Are you scared?”
Xu Fengnian nodded:
“I’m scared this time.”
“The enemy is not the murderer of my father, not the powerful officials in the court, and not the demon.”
“If you close your eyes… you won’t know where you’ll die.”
Li Chungang sighed:
“A sword cultivator’s sword is courageous and his sword is heartfelt. Killing in a dream is the most heartbreaking.”
“Mysterious resurrection doesn’t kill you, it just makes it impossible for you to wake up.”
[The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation: The Chronicles of Yiling Patriarch]Wei Wuxian looked at the scene with a wry smile: “Lan Zhan, this kind of ghost… our talismans are useless.”
Lan Wangji frowned, “Neither willpower nor barrier is effective?”
Wei WuXian narrowed his eyes:
“That thing wrote a cause of death for you in your dream.”
“You won’t wake up, and no one will remember how you died.”
Jiang Cheng said in a deep voice, “This is more difficult to deal with than a vicious corpse filled with resentment.”
Wei WuXian shrugged and said, “Difficult?”
“No, it’s called despair.”
【Panlong World】
Linley was silent for a long time.
Beibei looked dazed. “So… even if I possess the divine power, I can’t resist the murderous intent in dreams?”
Linley said in a low voice:
“Divine power can change fate, but in that world—you are not a god.”
“You are human.”
“And people have no right to say ‘I’m not afraid of dreams.'”
Drinker’s spirit trembled and said:
“If dreams are also ‘contaminated by rules’, then even the Soul Sanctuary will not be safe.”
“In this world…even sleeping has become a taboo.”
【Stars Change the World】
Qin Yu held Xiao Hei’s wings and whispered:
“Father once said that a strong man could sleep for a thousand years at will.”
“But in that world, you don’t dare to dream for even a second.”
Xiao Hei shuddered: “Is it… the ‘rule ghost’ that can’t be defeated?”
Qin Yu said solemnly:
“I can’t beat him.”
“You can’t even see it.”
“Which one killed you first, the dream or you?”
“No one knows.”
Chapter 15: The most despairing thing about the mysterious resurrection is not the ghost, but human nature! (Old version)
In the mysterious world of resurrection, the original way of thinking of human beings is——
Ghosts are scary, but “can be fought against.”
However, the facts gradually revealed:
Ghosts are not enemies, but the embodiment of the “error in the rules” itself.
A fundamental fact is constantly being confirmed:
【Ghosts cannot be killed.】
because–
Ghosts are not living beings, not collections of souls, and are not beings that can be “killed”.
They are “misexpressions” of some kind of rule.
Just like the paradox of “You were dead yesterday”, once it becomes true:
You will die.
No explanation, no reasoning.
You died because the world “decided” that you shouldn’t live.
【Case 1: Ghost】
That’s not a shadow.
It just [copied] your death posture.
When you raise your left hand, it also raises.
You start running, and it runs too.
You want to escape? You can.
But – when it stopped moving.
You’re still moving.
You are “out of it.”
So, you died.
There is no process and no force is applied.
It’s that “you are out of touch with yourself” and the world judges you to be “dead”.
[Case 2: Knocking Ghost]You hear a knock on the door—
“Boom, boom, boom.”
If you don’t open the door, it will leave?
wrong.
You’ve heard it.
Hearing itself is a confirmation of the rules.
It doesn’t require going through walls, it doesn’t require a brute force attack.
It only requires “you to know it exists” –
Ten minutes later, you will be found missing from your home, with no signs of a fight in the house.
No one knows where you went.
Because you are no longer in the “real logic”.
You were just, “taken away”.
[Case 3: Murder in a Dream]You are not dreaming.
It’s “Dreaming of You”.
It constructs a logical scenario and allows you to survive in it for three minutes.
And then—it said: You are dead.
In the real world, you are found dead in bed, smiling as if you have just seen something beautiful.
But you are dead.
You don’t even know when you were “hit”.
Because dreams themselves are swords.
[X-Class Confidential Backup Excerpt]“…In the world of mysterious resurrection, we cannot define ‘life and death’.”
“Because death is no longer a biological endpoint.”
“It’s that the rules don’t acknowledge your existence.”
“You’ve never been sick, or attacked.”
“You’re just… gone.”
“There’s no body, no breath, and even your loved ones are starting to forget who you are.”
[Yang Jian: A Lone Walker in the Dark]He is not “fighting ghosts”.
He is competing with “concepts”.
He is using his body to collide with every “paradoxical force” that humans cannot understand.
He knew he might forget his own name.
He knew his shadow might turn around and kill him.
He knew he might one day “step into an elevator and never come out.”
But he still walked.
“If I don’t try, I’ll never have the chance to try again.”
Xiao Yan’s face was gloomy. “A ghost that can’t be killed… doesn’t that mean even the Soul Emperor can’t touch it?”
Yao Lao lit the incense and said in a low voice, “Not only can you not move, but even if you do, it’s meaningless.”
“It’s like using fighting skills to fight ‘weightlessness’. No matter how strong the strange fire is, it can’t burn away a piece of logic.”
Xiao Xun’er clenched her fists and muttered, “Then how did they survive?”
Yao Lao’s eyes were deep:
“Through understanding and compromise.”
“By coexisting with ghosts, or… becoming part of ghosts.”
Ye Hei narrowed his eyes: “They are not fighting against the supernatural, they are going against common sense.”
Pang Bo swallowed his saliva: “You said that kind of ghost can’t be killed… Then wouldn’t people like us who practice physical cultivation become ‘toys’?”
Ji Ziyue said slowly: “It’s not that you can’t kill him, it’s just that it’s useless even if you kill him.”
“Ghosts are not enemies, they are a declaration to the world.”
Ye Hei sighed: “A world where even ‘death’ is just background noise…”
“After all, it’s colder than the immortal road.”
Li Muwan grabbed Wang Lin’s sleeve and said, “What about the True Spirits we cultivate? Can’t we avoid that kind of killing by rules?”
Wang Lin’s eyes were indifferent, but his voice was a little emotional:
“If you’ve even been denied the existence of this world, what’s the point of your spirit?”
“Ghosts are not enemies.”
“It’s some kind of… ‘ruling’ that doesn’t allow you to continue existing.”
“It even gave you permission to be killed.”
Mortal World
Han Li looked at the sky curtain and did not speak for a long time.
Nangong Wan whispered, “Even the Fusion Stage could just disappear like that?”
Han Li shook his head: “No, the fact that ‘you once existed’ will be quietly undone.”
“Not dead.”
“You shouldn’t be here in the first place.”
Nangong Wan trembled and asked, “How can we prevent it?”
Han Li smiled bitterly: “I can’t defend against it.”
“The mysterious revival of the world is a battle against the ‘right to exist’.”
Star Change World
Qin Yu stood with his sword in hand, his brow furrowed. “Ghosts won’t die… so there’s no such thing as victory.”
Lin Meng said in a low voice: “It’s like you are swinging a sword at ‘time itself’.”
“What you cut off is not it, but yourself.”
Xiao Hei trembled and said, “They don’t rely on strength.”
“It’s… the ‘luck’ of being alive.”
Qin Yu whispered:
“That’s not a battle, it’s a slow sentencing.”
“You just don’t know when you’re going to lose yourself.”
Tang San looked at the ghost image on the sky and remained silent.
Xiao Wu leaned on his shoulder: “Third brother… can we really not defeat that kind of existence?”
Tang San slowly shook his head: “We can kill the soul beast and break the god position.”
“But we can’t cut it out – the world saying ‘You shouldn’t live.'”
Ning Rongrong’s voice trembled: “What about us? Will we also be…deemed ineligible?”
Tang San gritted his teeth:
“In that world, you don’t survive just because you’re strong.”
“It’s about whether you can…not be noticed by the world.”
Holy Ruins World
Chu Feng gritted his teeth and said, “I have fought across the Soul River and suppressed the remains of the Heavenly Emperor.”
“But asking me to kneel down in front of the air would be ridiculous!”
Lao Gu gasped, “Ridiculous? Didn’t you see? Yang Jian was about to ‘hang himself in an attempt to interfere with the rules’.”
Dong Dahu smiled bitterly: “That’s not called tactics.”
“That’s called—gambling with your life.”
Chu Feng murmured softly:
“That ‘invisible,’ ‘immovable,’ and ‘unkillable’ enemy…”
“What we should fear most is that people’s hearts collapse first.”
Sword World
Xu Fengnian sat on a bamboo chair and remained silent for a long time after watching the sky curtain.
Li Chungang took a sip of wine: “What are you thinking about?”
“Think of us sword cultivators, who spend our entire lives sharpening our swords, just to be able to see the line between life and death.”
“But in that world, life and death are not decided by you.”
Li Chungang closed his eyes: “They are not fighting against people, they are resisting the will of the entire universe.”
“That kind of terror…even a sword can’t cut it.”
Devour the World
Luo Feng frowned: “It’s not rule suppression, it’s… rule erasure?”
Babata analyzed the data on the screen: “The existence of that kind of ghost violates the operating mechanism of the entire universe!”
“Even space travel is ineffective, which means you can’t escape or be killed.”
Hong said in a low voice: “It’s not that the enemy is too strong.”
“You are not a ‘combat unit’ from the beginning to the end.”
“You are just an error file, deleted.”
Luo Feng was speechless for a moment.
Thor murmured: “More terrifying than the Zerg…”
“You can’t even tell whether they are friend or foe.”
One thought of the world
Bai Xiaochun’s mouth twitched. “Stop it! I’ll die the moment I close my eyes. How can I make pills then?”
Li Hongzhi smiled bitterly: “What kind of elixir are you refining? Others disappear into nothingness the moment they close their eyes.”
Zhou Xiaoya bit her lip: “Brother Xiaochun, what should we do?”
Bai Xiaochun originally wanted to act funny, but his voice trembled: “Can we… change our sleeping schedule?”
“Take turns, don’t close your eyes.”
“Sleeping is too dangerous.”
Li Hongzhi sighed, “If even sleeping becomes a life-or-death ordeal, then that’s not cultivation.”
“It’s a life-threatening situation.”
Leng Yan looked at the frozen moment of the ghost: “If we also have this kind of ghost…”
Demon Lord Xuan Gu’s eyes were gloomy: “Then the entire demon world will be much quieter in the middle of the night.”
Han Li shook his head: “Wrong.”
“It’s not purity, it’s complete silence.”
“Not even a shadow of the dead remains.”
“Ghosts won’t kill you.”
“The ghost just… refuses to acknowledge that you still exist.”
Shashi muttered to himself, “This is… conceptual fear.”
Ran Bing asked, “Can you explain it scientifically?”
Charles lowered his head: “Yes.”
“It’s like when a computer is running and suddenly a section of code is ‘commented out’.”
“The commented-out section will not report an error.”
“It just…is no longer running.”
“And you are that code.”
Linley asked gravely, “If the Lord God faced this kind of ghost, could he suppress it with the power of rules?”
Augustus shook his head: “If that ghost itself is a residual variation of the rules.”
“That’s like trying to use fire to fight fire—it doesn’t work.”
Beibei was confused: “Then…what should we do?”
Linley muttered, “Don’t let it notice.”
“You only have two states: unwritten, or deleted.”
“There is no third option.”
Jade World
Zhang Xiaofan whispered, “If even the thread of fate can’t depict them…”
Bi Yao whispered, “Then the meaning of life is only to escape?”
Gui Li looked at the scene, and there was a rare hint of fear in his eyes.
“They are not ‘ghosts’.”
“They are the repair mechanisms of existence.”
“We are the crack.”
“And they are here to silence us.”
Chapter 16: Mysterious Resurrection The Final Judgment Day is here, and the countdown begins! (Old Version)
At this time, the light curtain changed again.
In the picture, Yang Jian appeared on an unfamiliar street.
The street lights were dim, the ground was damp, and the air seemed frozen.
He slowly turned his head and saw——
All the “people” on the entire street had their backs to him and were walking slowly backwards.
There were no footsteps, no words, only the repetitive “sizzling” sound of the soles of shoes rubbing against the ground.
Yang Jian tried to shout, but found that his voice was swallowed by “something”.
He approached a backward figure and tried to turn around to see its face.
Next second.
All those who had their backs to him stopped at the same time.
Then–
Together they began to move backwards towards him!
Like a tide rushing back!
He started running.
But the tide-like figures were getting faster and faster, and more and more, from the streets, the end of the streets, inside the windows, on the rooftops… all were chasing backwards!
At the end of the scene, a wooden sign covered in blood slowly turns over at the street corner.
Please do not look back
Pang Bo broke out in a cold sweat: “Are these people… still alive?”
Ji Ziyue clutched her sleeves tightly. “What if they’re not human at all? Just—’forgotten ones’?”
Ye Hei took a deep breath: “In that world, even ‘seeing the truth’ can lead to death.”
“And this time, they’re not leaving you to die.”
“It’s about making you become that group of people—walking backwards together.”
Xiao Yan gasped: “That kind of street… is alive!”
Yao Lao nodded: “It’s an ‘environmental ghost domain’.”
“But the scary thing is that you know it’s wrong but you can’t correct it.”
“You can only act like a ghost.”
Xun’er murmured, “Then we…don’t even have freedom?”
Li Muwan asked in a trembling voice: “Why are they walking backwards?”
Wang Lin closed his eyes for a moment and whispered, “Perhaps they are… moving from death to rebirth.”
“Their time is reversed.”
Li Muwan: “What if someone follows?”
Wang Lin said calmly, “Then you become an ‘outlier’.”
“And ghosts are the scavengers who deal with aliens.”
Tang San cursed softly, “This isn’t a battle, this is… a scripted death.”
Dai Mubai broke out in a cold sweat: “We soul masters rely on our spiritual power to perceive everything.”
“But on that kind of street, the spirit just doesn’t work.”
Xiao Wu whispered, “What if the people around us suddenly start walking backwards?”
Tang San’s face turned pale: “Run.”
“But don’t look back.”
Shi Hao angrily said, “What kind of place is that? A group of people walking backwards, what kind of ability do they have?”
Willow God rarely spoke: “It’s not their ability.”
“You can’t go against it.”
“That’s a fixed script. Once it’s triggered, you’re no longer yourself.”
Shi Hao’s body stiffened: “You mean…”
“That group of people might all be… the previous you.”
Bai Xiaochun crouched in the corner, holding his legs in fear. “Walking backwards? If I walk forwards, won’t I become a target?”
Li Hongzhi patted him on the shoulder and said, “Don’t talk. The more you think about it, the closer that street may be.”
Du Lingfei asked nervously, “Are you sure… that if we just ‘watch the video’, we won’t be affected?”
Bai Xiaochun shuddered, “It says in the video—Please don’t look back. So… have we violated the rules?”
The three of them looked at each other, not daring to speak again.
Han Li frowned: “This is not an ordinary trap, but a ‘consciousness-level killing trap’.”
Nangong Wan asked in a low voice: “How to solve it?”
Han Li shook his head: “I don’t understand.”
“If you have to solve it, then you are already in the ‘script’.”
“Your efforts are just ghosts waiting for your cooperation.”
Nangong Wan swallowed her saliva: “Then… can I join the game just by taking a look?”
“Maybe.” Han Li’s voice was filled with a rare heaviness. “The most powerful trap in the world is never set by the enemy, but by you falling into it.”
Klein’s expression was solemn: “That’s not a ghost, it’s the ‘plot materialized’.”
Audrey asked in a trembling voice, “You mean… if we dream of that street, we’ve already started walking backwards?”
Leonard whispered, “In other words, it doesn’t matter whether you move your feet or not.”
“The key is – you feel like you’re retreating in your heart.”
Klein looked at the sky: “That weirdness is deeper than fate.”
Luo Feng clenched his fists: “We train our bodies, our souls, and our willpower. Could it be that all of this is ineffective in the face of that kind of ‘plot’?”
Hong shook his head. “You can slay monsters, but you can’t slay the world’s intention to tell you to leave.”
The Thunder God was shocked and said, “What should we do then? Will we die if we are touched?”
Babata sneered, “Wrong, even ‘death’ isn’t the result.”
“Yes—you will keep going, but not by yourself.”
God’s Tomb World
Chen Nan roared: “What the hell? Even ghosts don’t bother to kill you, but force you to become them?”
The Demon Lord said solemnly: “They are not ghosts.”
“It’s a rule enforcer, a link in the procedural chain.”
Yu Xin whispered, “If we also walk backwards, will we… never be able to walk back?”
Chen Nan clenched his fist: “To live like someone else is a despair worse than death!”
Linley lowered his head. “To be unable to resist, unable to touch, and even unable to ‘see’ clearly means failure.”
Delin reminded: “You should not understand it as a living thing, but as a spatial segment.”
Beibei’s scalp tingled. “Then maybe one day I’ll turn the corner and walk into that street?”
“Yes.” Linley said coldly.
“You won’t even know it once you get in.”
Xiao Wu tightly grasped Tang San’s hand, her voice trembling: “Third brother…if I start walking backwards one day, what will you…do?”
Tang San’s face was as gloomy as water, and he looked down at Xiao Wu: “Then you… must not be you anymore.”
“I will catch up with you, even if I have to go backwards.”
After saying that, he hugged Xiao Wu, his eyes bloodshot: “Don’t go into that street…”
Dai Mubai leaned against the tree trunk, gritting his teeth. “We are used to crushing the enemy with our martial spirits, but this—we don’t even know where the enemy is.”
“This isn’t a fight, it’s a foreshadowing of fear.”
Zhu Zhuqing added in a low voice: “It might even be… a script written by fate.”
Xu Fengnian slammed the wine jug to the ground, making a loud bang and splashing wine everywhere.
“Those who go the wrong way should turn back! Who says you have to go backwards?”
Zhao Huangchao leaned against the railing and sneered for a long moment, “But this street never gave you a chance to ‘go back’ from the beginning.”
“You thought you were standing still, but in fact… you had already started to retreat.”
Xu Fengnian was silent for a moment, then suddenly looked up: “Uncle Zhao, what do you think will happen if I force myself to turn back?”
Zhao Huangchao looked into the night sky: “You will see yourself.”
“You have reached the end of your life.”
Zhang Xiaofan quietly looked at the image of the “backwards walker” in the sky, his fingers gently stroking the Soul-Devouring Rod.
“Are these people…really dead?”
Bi Yao sat cross-legged beside her, gazing at the sea of clouds in the sky: “They are not dead, they have been ‘replaced’.”
“Look at their backs. Do they look like… you in the mirror?”
Zhang Xiaofan suddenly clenched his Soul Devouring Rod, his forehead veins throbbing slightly: “If one day, I also walk into that street like this…”
“Then don’t let my back turn again.”
Ran Bing stood up suddenly, knocking over the teacup on the table, and the broken porcelain scattered all over the floor.
“That street…what if it’s in our city?”
Xia Shi’s expression froze, and he immediately pressed the microphone and issued an urgent investigation order to the outer team.
“No one is allowed to be alone! Do you hear me?”
Charles took off his glasses, wiped the lenses, and said in a low voice: “Is it useful not to be alone?”
“They…may be in each of our dreams.”
“Just wait until we step back.”
Yao Lao’s expression was more serious than ever before: “This ‘walking backwards on the street’ doesn’t fall under any of the categories of soul, fighting spirit, or space.”
“It’s like… a gap in time.”
Xiao Yan roared angrily and smashed the stone pillar with one punch: “What should we do then? Don’t close your eyes and don’t retreat?”
“That will only make you die faster!”
Yao Lao took a few steps closer and pressed Xiao Yan’s shoulders. “It’s not that you can’t retreat, but you need to know why you’re retreating.”
“If you follow them unconsciously, you will lose your ‘self’.”
“At that moment, death had just begun.”
Heaven Official’s Blessing World
Xie Lian stared at the sky, his expression gradually hardening.
“These people… they probably never thought they were going backwards.”
Hua Cheng, sword in hand, stood behind Xie Lian and said softly, “So you have to protect them.”
“You tell them – ‘You’re still going backwards.'”
Xie Lian nodded gently, his eyes darkening. “If anyone walks into that street, I’m willing to follow.”
“Even if in the end, all that’s left is my back.”
Hua Cheng walked up to him and held his hand: “I’ll accompany you.”
Chapter 17: What? The painting of the mysterious resurrection world can actually drag people into the painting? It’s so hopeless! (Old version)
The light curtain began to change again.
The sky screen suddenly changed.
The timeline goes back to before Yang Jian entered the street.
However, as he stood at the intersection, hesitating, the intercom in his hand suddenly emitted a distorted and unclear recording:
“Yang…don’t…go in…if you go in…no one will remember you…”
The voice stopped abruptly.
Yang Jian frowned and turned around suddenly, only to find that his shadow was gone.
at the same time.
Cao Yanhua at the headquarters command center had a frozen expression as he stared at the command board. “Who… is he?”
Wang Xiaoming pushed up his glasses and asked, “Who?”
Cao Yanhua asked doubtfully, “Who did we send to investigate that street?”
No one answered.
The entire scene fell into a strange state of “collective amnesia”.
——No one remembers who ‘Yang Jian’ is.
The light curtain flickered quietly.
New subtitles appear:
[Rule Overlay: The secondary curse of walking backwards has been triggered]If you step into that street——
You will be completely forgotten by this world.
Linley stood there in a daze, not uttering a word.
Beibei asked anxiously, “Boss, what are you doing? Why aren’t you talking?”
Linley murmured, “Did I… just now… forget someone?”
“I… remember we were watching someone named… what was it?”
Mage Delin’s face turned pale instantly: “It’s not that you forgot, it’s that the entire world has been erased of ‘him’.”
“This is a kind of [existential dissolution].”
Beibei was speechless: “You mean…even God doesn’t remember him?”
“Right.” Linley raised his head slowly. “Gods remember time, and ghosts remember rules.”
“And it… can even rewrite time and the rules.”
Han Li’s face changed slightly, and he quickly took out a blank jade slip from his arms and engraved a magic circle on it.
“I want to record this ‘walking backwards’… in case…”
Before his hand fell, the jade slip spontaneously combusted into ashes.
Nangong Wan exclaimed: “What’s going on?!”
Han Li said coldly, “It has a self-protection mechanism—any attempt to ‘describe’ its behavior will be obliterated.”
“It’s not something we’re dealing with.”
“It’s a monster that grows in the holes in our memory.”
Chu Feng was about to record the scene of walking backwards on the street, but suddenly he had a splitting headache and the pen fell to the ground and rolled away.
“What did I just write?”
Yingyao helped him up: “You wrote ‘walk backwards—’ what?”
The two looked at each other, their expressions becoming more and more confused.
Then, a faint whisper came from the depths of the Samsara Abyss:
“Come back… You should have walked backwards…”
Chu Feng’s face suddenly turned pale, and he gritted his teeth: “No… I don’t belong there!”
Ying Yao was stunned: “What… is that?”
Chu Feng shook his head: “I have… forgotten.”
Xun’er’s eyes welled up with tears: “Weren’t we just watching a…what scene?”
Yao Lao remained silent, as if he was trying to piece together the fragments of his memory.
Xiao Yan suddenly looked up: “Yang…Jian?”
He paused for half a second, then slammed his fist to the ground angrily: “Damn it! I just remembered his name!”
“That street… is eating up our memories!”
Yao Lao said slowly: “If it is broadcast again, we…maybe we won’t remember who you are anymore.”
Shi Hao looked up at the sky, his expression more solemn than ever before.
“That street… can actually make the whole world forget one person.”
The Willow God’s branches beside them trembled slightly, emitting gentle waves: “This is not pure power, this is… the rewriting of the rules.”
“Deeper than the river of time, colder than the cycle of reincarnation.”
Shi Hao slowly clenched his fists, his tone grave: “Even a Great Saint Body cannot withstand this kind of ‘denial’.”
“If my existence is forgotten, then did I…really exist?”
Ye Fan stood on the edge of the cliff, gazing at the sky.
“That guy named Yang Jian… is he still walking backwards on the street?”
Pangbo shook his head: “No one knows if he is still there – because no one remembers.”
Ji Ziyue said softly: “I’m afraid that even he himself… has begun to forget who he is.”
Ye Fan took a deep breath: “Rather than destruction, this is more like fate pressing the ‘delete key’.”
“From now on, no one in heaven or on earth will be able to name you.”
Wang Lin’s eyes were deep, and he said in a deep voice, “That is a kind of… rule that defies fate.”
Li Muwan frowned slightly: “Defying fate?”
“Yes. It’s not against heaven, it’s not against time, it’s against knowledge.”
“You don’t even allow others to know.”
“Such an existence can only live in the ‘fragmented memories’ of a certain street.”
He spoke in a low tone, as if he didn’t dare to utter the three words “walking backwards on the street”.
Xia Shi leaned back in his seat and slowly exhaled.
“If this phenomenon occurs on our side… Sorry, hypothetically.”
Ran Bing added: “It cannot appear, and it will not appear.”
Charles rubbed his temples. “But if it’s true, this logic doesn’t fit into the technological system at all.”
“It’s not an anomaly, it’s a cognitive cancer.”
The three of them fell into a brief silence.
They finally understood – some of the horrors in this world cannot be “eliminated”, but can only be “accepted to exist” and then shut up forever.
Tian Buyi frowned: “Forgot? Everyone has forgotten him?”
Lu Xueqi whispered: “That street is his grave.”
“But there’s not even a grave left.”
Zhang Xiaofan’s tone was hollow: “Is forgetting someone still considered a normal death?”
“Perhaps…even death cannot define this kind of ending.”
The three of them looked up at the sky, speechless.
Tang San slowly closed his eyes.
“We always think that possessing spirit rings, spirit bones, and godhood means transcendence.”
“But in the face of such rules, everything seems… like a bubble.”
Xiao Wu whispered, “Third brother, if it were you…”
“No.” Tang San opened his eyes, his gaze firm, “If you can’t even remember who I am, then what does it matter if I win?”
“True death is when the world erases your last thought.”
Great Ruler of the World
Muchen’s face darkened slightly, and he stared at the sky for a long time without saying a word.
“Did they…really forget about him just like that?”
Luo Li’s expression changed slightly: “I can’t even remember his name… It’s too scary.”
“Even if it’s the inheritance of the ancestral talisman, it can only imprint the will, not the existence itself.”
Muchen pondered, “That street is like a ‘black cloth of world memory’. Once you step onto it… you can no longer write your name on it.”
Luo Li whispered, “This kind of rule…even a Saint-grade spiritual formation can’t break it.”
Yuanzun World
Zhou Yuan stared at the sky, his brow furrowed. “Forgotten by the entire world…even soul power can’t track it.”
Yaoyao held the Tianyuan pen, trembling slightly. “This is more thorough than a curse. It’s a ‘deletion’ of the main storyline of Destiny.”
“It’s as if this person has never been born in this world.”
Zhou Yuan gritted his teeth and said, “If someone chooses to step into that street to fight against the ghosts… then even their ‘sacrifice’ won’t be remembered.”
Chen Pingan held up the sword case, his eyes deep: “This kind of death is the kind where ‘even saying the name becomes a luxury’.”
Pei Qian lowered his voice a bit: “I don’t even dare to say my name… I’m afraid.”
“It doesn’t matter.” Chen Pingan slowly sat down and placed the sword across his knees. “As long as someone remembers that he walked that street, he hasn’t been completely taken away.”
“Even if there’s only one stroke left, I’ll finish his name.”
Pei Qian raised his head, his eyes red: “Master, just remember it.”
Luo Feng frowned: “Even if a Realm Master dies in the universe, there will be a record of his life left behind.”
Babata said solemnly, “But this ‘reverse street’… there’s no vibration, no energy, no information left behind.”
“It’s like it exists ‘outside of logic’.”
Luo Feng clenched his fist: “Yes. It’s not a crushing force, but a concept elimination.”
“Even if you master the most powerful law, you can’t stop being ‘denied’ once.”
Lin Dong muttered softly, “That’s called…what’s it called?”
Ying Huanhuan was suddenly stunned: “Who do you want to talk about?”
“I…I don’t remember either.” Lin Dong frowned, “But I do know that I clearly remember someone walking into that street just now.”
Ying Huanhuan’s face turned pale: “This really looks too much like… something other than the ancestral talisman.”
Lin Dong clenched his fists: “He once existed! Even if the world forgets, I will remember that he existed!”
The Beginning World
Ji Tianxuan narrowed his eyes: “Even the Nine Soul Severings can’t do this kind of thing.”
The Holy Lord of the Beginning said solemnly, “It does not destroy the soul, but erases all ‘records’ that acknowledge the soul’s existence.”
“Even stranger than the river of time.”
“It’s… ‘conceptual erasure’.”
“And this kind of power doesn’t even recognize cause and effect.”
Chapter 18: Mysterious Revival: How despairing is this world? Living is death, isn’t that despair enough? (Old Version)
The light curtain flickered again, and golden lines tore through the space, projecting an ancient and strange scene.
In the rain, inside a dilapidated house, a blood-red “marriage certificate” was slowly spread out on the table.
The blood words were blurred, only the name was clearly visible: Yang Jian.
The next second, the window paper broke with a “pop” sound, and a pale and rotten “bride” wearing a red veil stepped over the threshold. Her facial features could not be seen under the veil. She was wearing a Ming Dynasty wedding dress and was stepping on blood.
On the threshold, there was a glaring note:
[Whoever accepts this paper will be the groom]The scene changed and went back to ten hours ago.
Yang Jian was investigating a long-sealed rural haunted spot. As a result, in that “house”, he casually opened a piece of paper and passively accepted a “blood marriage contract”.
He didn’t care.
Until twelve o’clock in the middle of the night, a suona sound came from the gap in the door, getting closer and louder.
The intercom sounded a harsh electric current:
“…Have you married her? You’ve already agreed.”
Yang Jian turned around suddenly, and the red paper in front of the door started burning.
Then the “bride” came through the wall.
No shadow, no temperature, no movement——
Only the blood-red wedding invitation floated in the air and finally fell into Yang Jian’s hands.
Analysis of Supernatural Rules】
[Red Paper Bride – Supernatural Level S][Cannot be directly expelled, cannot be destroyed][Reading the marriage certificate and touching the paper is equivalent to “accepting the marriage contract”][Breach of Contract Penalty: The Trickster Bride appears and the fight continues until the “ritual is completed”]The only way to escape marriage: transfer the engagement and put the blame on someone else
[Once the transfer is made more than three times, the paper marriage will be “bound to the host’s soul”]As the subtitles appear, the screen switches:
——On a street, four corpses were hung on electric poles, wearing Ming Dynasty wedding dresses, staring straight at the camera.
They tried to escape from the marriage or transfer the engagement, but eventually they all died on their wedding night at three o’clock in the morning.
The picture zoomed in, and an investigator named “Li Yang” was squatting at the door, shaking constantly.
“She really came… She’s in my room…”
“I didn’t touch the paper, I didn’t touch the paper!!”
Suddenly, red liquid began to flow out of his nostrils, ears, and eyes at the same time.
He slowly raised his hand, and in his palm was the red paper marriage certificate that he claimed he had “never touched”.
The next moment, a dark shadow descended.
He was pulled out of the camera by an invisible force and the door closed.
At the door, only a pair of embroidered red shoes were left, neatly placed in front of the threshold.
A line of blood-red subtitles appeared:
【She will come. Not because you love her, but because she has decided to marry you. 】
【You can refuse marriage, but you cannot refuse death. 】
Shi Hao was silent for a long time, looking at the image of the red shoes falling to the ground in the sky, and felt an indescribable depression in his heart.
“She’s not out for revenge, nor is she obsessed,” he whispered.
“She just… wants to get married.”
The branches of the Willow God trembled quietly, and a whisper seemed to come from the sky:
“This isn’t an emotion, it’s a death ritual.”
“Even if you are not the groom, you will be sent to the red bed on the wedding night.”
Shi Hao slowly clenched his fist: “If this rule appeared in the Wilderness, I’m afraid even I would be forced to ‘marry’.”
“That’s the scariest thing—ghosts don’t make sense.”
Yao Lao frowned. “Unable to destroy, unable to escape, and even unable to transfer more than three times?”
“It’s like a death game.”
Xiao Yan clenched his fists and said in a hoarse voice, “So, as long as you touch that piece of paper, it’s equivalent to agreeing.”
“But the point is…it can ‘slip into your hand automatically’.”
Yao Lao looked at him and said, “This is not a question of choice, but that you no longer have the right to refuse.”
The two of them fell silent at the same time, their expressions solemn.
That is not the battle logic familiar to the world of fighters.
That’s pure “you are destined to die.”
Xu Fengnian held a pot of wine in his hand, and after watching the red paper burn, he took a gulp.
“You don’t even need to kill the enemy, just rely on a marriage certificate?”
“This world… is really a bit unreasonable.”
Huang Sanjia stood beside him and said expressionlessly, “It’s not the world, but the world over there.”
“There is only one bride, but there are unlimited engagements.”
“You never know when you might be handed an invitation.”
Xu Fengnian sneered: “The scary thing is not the paper, but waking up to find yourself at a ‘wedding scene’.”
He looked up at the sky: “It’s colder than the martial arts world.”
Zhang Xiaofan stared at the blood-stained marriage certificate and murmured, “The bride in red…”
Lu Xueqi frowned: “She is not a living person, nor is she a ghost… She seems to be part of the ritual.”
“A ritual you can’t stop once you start it.”
Tian Buyi said coldly: “Invisible contract, active death, this is not a battle between good and evil, but the shackles of fate.”
The three were speechless.
Only the mountain breeze blew by, and the silhouette of the bride in red lingered in their minds for a long time.
Wang Lin’s eyes narrowed slightly as he stared quietly at the scene of the bride passing through the wall.
“She’s not an individual.”
“She is… a ritual.”
Li Muwan looked at him in surprise: “What do you mean?”
Wang Lin said in a cold tone, “She didn’t come here to ‘kill’, she came here to ‘complete the marriage’.”
“And you are just a participant in the arranged ceremony.”
Li Muwan approached him gently and whispered, “If you also received that paper…”
“I will burn it myself.” Wang Lin replied calmly.
“But what if it can’t be burned?” she continued.
He was silent for a while, and for the first time he uttered a word softly: “Then – a dowry to the underworld.”
Tang San sat quietly, his forehead covered with cold sweat.
“A marriage that cannot be refused, a bridal chamber that cannot be resisted…”
“This is not a rule that soul beasts can understand.”
Bibi Dong said coldly, “It’s ‘contractual death penalty’.”
“More direct than the judgment of the God King.”
Xiao Wu asked softly, “Third Brother…if you receive this paper…”
“Stop talking.” Tang San interrupted her, his eyes revealing an unprecedented sense of repression.
“I’d rather chop my hands off than go to a wedding like this.”
Yangshen World
Hong Yi was speechless for a long time after watching the scene of the red paper marriage contract burning.
“She’s not a ghost,” he finally said.
“It’s fate, it’s destiny.”
Queen Su Hongyi stroked her sleeves lightly, her eyes complicated: “If anyone gets involved, even her life will belong to her.”
“If you don’t marry her, you’re disobeying orders.”
Hong Yi looked up at the pair of red embroidered shoes in the sky: “I cultivate the Supreme Yang God and have experienced thousands of tribulations.”
“But if this calamity… has no possibility of being ‘crossed’, then it would be truly hopeless.”
Cangyuantu World
Meng Chuan was silent for a long time and exhaled slowly.
“This isn’t a ‘marriage contract’ of the mundane world. This is a binding ‘causal construction’.”
Liu Qiyue asked softly, “You mean…she set up the result first, and then forced you into the cause?”
“Yes. The moment you took the paper, you became part of her ritual.” Meng Chuan said in a deep voice.
“The scary thing is, you don’t even know if you’re involved.”
“Even if you’re just passing by and the wind blows the paper into your hands.”
Liu Qiyue’s expression was stern: “This kind of cause and effect…even the long river of time cannot reverse it.”
Han Li’s face was solemn: “Even if you are in the Spirit Refining Stage, it is extremely difficult to resist this kind of weirdness.”
Nangong Wan looked at him and asked softly, “What if I received this paper?”
Han Li said in a deep voice: “I will marry for you.”
Nangong Wan glared: “Don’t talk nonsense.”
Han Li’s gaze remained fixed: “But if I don’t take it, it might drift towards a disciple in the early Nascent Soul stage, or a young cultivator in the Foundation Establishment stage…”
“I’ve seen countless deaths, but this kind of weird death, where you can’t even fight it, is the most chilling.”
“She’s not hunting you down, she’s inviting you into the bridal chamber. If you refuse, it’s like breaking an engagement—and that’s worse than inviting a ghost.”
Immortal World
Ning Xiaochuan frowned: “She is not a living person, but she cannot be regarded as a purely dead object.”
“It’s like a ‘ritual existence’ that emerged from a loophole in Dao’s destiny.”
Lu Xiaotian shook his head: “She didn’t come here to ‘take my life’, but to ‘complete the process’.”
“A process you don’t even know you’re involved in.”
The two looked at each other, and saw a long-lost coldness and fear in each other’s eyes.
“If she appeared in the spirit world… 99% of the ancestors would die in their marriage bed.”
Flying Sword World
Qin Yun held a sword in one hand and a cup of black tea in the other, his knuckles turning slightly white.
“There’s no way to avoid it, no way to escape, no way to resist…”
“She doesn’t ask who you are, she only asks if you are willing to ‘marry’ her.”
Yi Xiao bit her lip lightly: “What if I refuse?”
Qin Yun put down the teacup and said calmly, “She will take you to the underground banquet.”
“If you don’t say ‘I do’, she’ll say it for you.”
Chapter 19: A more desperate world is coming, and the strange immortal is about to appear! (Old version)
The golden sky screen flickered again, and the screen suddenly went black for three seconds. Then, a very brief subtitle appeared, which was as sharp as a knife cutting through flesh:
【You can kill people, but you can’t kill ghosts. 】
Then, the picture slowly unfolded, projecting a failed “execution operation.”
Location: Dachang City, Cross Street Intersection
Dispatched units: Three psychic countermeasures task forces
Target: Ghost No. 013 – “Headless Walker”
【Screen start】
More than 30 investigators in special uniforms formed a siege network, with layers of vigilance, blocking the intersection completely.
“013 appears too frequently and must be eliminated by force.” A captain said in a cold tone.
Five supernatural suppression devices were activated, and red-gold Taoist patterns and ghost-suppressing arrays appeared on the surrounding ground. A suffocating and oppressive supernatural smell floated in the air.
——He is here.
A headless man walked out from the corner of the street, holding a broken lantern in his hand. He walked with steady steps, making no sound at all, as if he was not stepping on the human world at all.
And under his feet, seven black shadows were projected in different directions, and the end of each shadow was connected to the seven investigators at the scene.
“Fire!”
“Release the third level soul-forbidden nail!”
“Release the Psychic Infusion Technique!”
With a command, flames, lightning, spiritual talismans, and spirit summoning instruments were launched at the same time, and dozens of means attacked the “Headless Walker” at the same time.
but……
All attacks pass through the body as if hitting the air.
He doesn’t hide, avoid, or block—nor does he need to.
The next moment, seven black shadows under his feet squirmed and twisted, turning into blurry human faces, uttering indistinct mumblings.
“I… am… you…”
“You… once… abandoned me…”
“I want to come back…”
“Return…to your body…”
“I want to… live in…”
The seven investigators rolled their eyes at the same time, their faces quickly collapsed, and they uttered the same low, hoarse voice as the “Headless Walker”.
Their heads snapped off with a sound, and the next second, they stood up like puppets.
They became part of the “Headless Walkers”.
In the supernatural confrontation, they do not kill the ghosts – instead, they are absorbed, accepted, and replaced by the ghosts.
【The picture freezes】
Subtitles appear:
Ghosts are rules, gaps in reality, and derivatives of laws that have lost control.
【It’s not an enemy, it’s a verdict.】
[You can’t kill them, you can only passively adapt – or be deprived of the right to exist. ]The camera turns and the picture cuts to a dark room in the mysterious resurrection world “Supernatural Countermeasures Headquarters”.
A dying investigator was wrapped in spiritual cloth, his fingers were trembling, and his eyes were bloodshot and crazy.
He uttered a word tremblingly:
“We’re not… fighting.”
“We are… begging for a chance to breathe… from a world… where we don’t deserve to live.”
“Those things didn’t mean to kill us. They… were just operating normally.”
“We… shouldn’t be here.”
[The light curtain slowly goes out]The last line of subtitles appeared:
Humans are the “interference factor” in supernatural phenomena.
[It’s not the ghosts who come to kill you, but you who disturb the ghost world.]Linley’s fingers trembled slightly as he gently put down the wine glass and remained silent for a long moment.
Seeing this, Delia asked in a low voice, “What’s wrong?”
“Did you see that scene?” Linley looked at her, a rare uneasiness in his eyes. “That ‘Headless Walker’ isn’t an individual; it’s… a form of order.”
“Our world emphasizes laws, rules, and the status of the Lord God. But over there, even killing is ineffective. To ‘it’, attacks are like the wind blowing past.”
Beibei shuddered. “How can we still fight? That’s not going to work—whoever sees first will die.”
“It’s not about who saw it first,” Linley said in a low voice, “but who appeared in the shadow beneath its feet.”
The three of them looked at each other, falling into silent heaviness.
Xiao Yan stood on the top of the Qi Refining Tower, looking at the extinguished light curtain with an ugly expression.
“The power of the Dou Di can shatter space and destroy souls.”
“But that ‘ghost’ is not within the scope of destruction.”
Yao Lao sat aside and spoke slowly: “It’s like a door you can’t close. You can only go around it, not destroy it.”
“But the problem is—it will find you.”
Xiao Yan clenched his fist: “Power is meaningless in the face of such rules.”
Yao Lao shook his head and smiled bitterly: “The power of fighting… can’t ‘understand’ this kind of existence at all.”
Xu Fengnian said with a cold expression: “In all the decades I’ve lived, I’ve never seen an enemy who could ‘ignore killing intent’.”
“You don’t even make sense.”
Huang Sanjia stood under the eaves and sighed softly, “It’s not that it’s unreasonable, it’s that ‘thing’ never thought you were worth communicating with.”
“You are not the enemy, you are the background.”
“Background?” Xu Fengnian raised his eyebrows slightly.
“In their eyes, they are the only ‘protagonists’ in this world. People are just misplaced ‘voices’.”
“It’s time to shut up, so shut up.” Huang Sanjia said lightly.
Xu Fengnian was silent for a long time, then whispered, “What’s scary isn’t death, but the fact that the living begin to question themselves—should they exist?”
Wang Lin’s eyes were calm, but his fingers were trembling slightly.
“That ‘Headless Walker’, after all his attacks failed… simply glanced at them.”
Li Muwan leaned against his shoulder, her tone tense: “And then all seven of them were killed?”
“It’s a substitute crawling out of the shadows.” Wang Lin murmured.
“Use your shadow as your ‘spare tire’ and then replace you.”
She held his hand tightly: “What if we…”
“—It’s not us.” Wang Lin interrupted, his tone cold, “That doesn’t belong to ‘cultivation’.”
“Our magical power is logic; their world is collapse.”
Pangbo gasped, “How terrifying… That headless ghost doesn’t even need to attack.”
Ji Ziyue’s expression was solemn: “I just noticed that their so-called ‘battle’… has never actually started.”
“That kind of ghost won’t fight you, it’s just there to judge.”
Ye Hei said in a deep voice, “You think you’re fighting for your life, but in fact, you’ve just been notified of the death penalty.”
The three of them looked at the afterglow in the sky and fell into a long silence.
“This kind of ghost really makes people doubt the meaning of existence.”
Han Li slowly put down his teacup, his brow furrowed. “An ‘existence’ that can ignore all means and never perish is not an enemy, but a disaster.”
Nangong Wan’s expression changed slightly: “Then we…”
“Fortunately, we are not in that world.” Han Li answered calmly.
“But what if that kind of rule appears in the spiritual world?” asked a Nascent Soul ancestor in a low voice.
There was silence in the room.
Han Li sighed softly: “If that’s the case, I will be the first to shatter my dan and kill myself, so that it won’t take over my body.”
The atmosphere froze instantly and no one could laugh.
Qin Yu looked solemn as he watched the light curtain slowly dim.
“That’s not a living thing, nor is it a regular structure.”
“That’s a kind of…concept projection, reflected into reality.”
Jiang Xueyan tilted her head slightly: “You can’t kill it either?”
Qin Yu nodded, his tone calm but subdued: “It’s not that it’s ‘unkillable’, but the act of killing it is essentially ineffective.”
“Just as you can’t kill a melody, you can’t kill the meaning of a word.”
Hou Fei frowned. “Then what’s the point of us practicing? Just to eventually run into something like this and then accept our fate?”
“If this kind of existence appeared in our world…” He didn’t say anything else, but everyone was silent.
Chu Feng lowered his head and took a sip of tea, and almost choked.
“Did I actually just see the investigator say ‘humans are a distraction’?”
Lao Gu slammed the table, his face changed: “Then there’s no point in living!”
“No, Old Gu,” Chu Feng frowned, “We fought so hard to break through the realm, attain enlightenment, strengthen our physical bodies, and cultivate our soul light, all in order to escape the ‘fate of being dominated’.”
“But look at the world over there… They fight to the limit, but they can’t even touch the edge of a ghost.”
“As for ghosts, taking one step is the rule itself.”
Zhou Xi sighed softly: “That is a natural born ruler.”
Shi Hao looked at the investigator who “blew himself up” in silence.
He walked step by step to the cliff, with the wind and snow howling behind him.
“That’s not a spirit. It’s not the Tao either.” He murmured.
Huo Ling’er followed him: “You are rarely so quiet.”
Shi Hao suddenly turned around: “If something like this appeared in the wilderness——”
“No,” he said with a self-deprecating smile, “it should be said that if the ‘rules’ of this ‘world’ replace our world.”
“Even I can only die in silence.”
Huo Ling’er’s eyes flickered: “Are you afraid?”
“It’s not fear. It’s the first time I realized that death isn’t the worst thing.”
“The worst part is, you won’t even have the chance to leave any trace of whether you ‘existed’.”
Chapter 20: The ultimate goal of ghosts is to control people, no, how can this be played? (Old version)
The golden sky slowly turned, and a line of blood-red subtitles appeared:
【When you try to run away, ghosts won’t chase you. 】
[It just stands in advance at the moment when you “should have died.”]The scene then cuts to a sealed archival video.
——The video begins with a survivor with a bloody face and a crazed expression, standing in an empty subway station, dialing the same number over and over again.
“Hello? Help me—I’ve already escaped from that building!”
“I’ve already left!”
“Can you hear me? I left the haunted building! It can’t catch up with me—”
Pop.
There was a muffled echo from the other end of the line.
Not a human voice. Not a noise.
Instead, he “repeated” what he had said a minute ago from the other end of the phone.
“I… have escaped… that building.”
The voice was incredibly mechanical, yet held a chilling tone. Then, the words began to speed up, distort, and overlap.
“You…can’t leave…you…should die…downstairs…you…you’re out of place…I want you to make up for it…”
The picture was shaking and the man turned his head suddenly.
The platform behind me was empty.
But behind him, a blurry elevator door suddenly appeared, and a white human hand slowly stretched out from the gap of the door, with a “telephone receiver” dripping between its fingers.
The picture suddenly stopped.
You thought you had escaped.
[In fact, you just walked into the “time period occupied by ghosts” in advance. ]【When you die—it remembers.】
[Despair is not fear, but “you can’t react”]In a mysterious resurrection world, a safe house is out of control somewhere.
The calendar on the wall stopped three days ago, and the clock always pointed to 3:33 in the morning.
The three people in the room sat quietly, they didn’t even dare to make any sound.
because:
As soon as someone opens their mouth, the “fourth person” in the crack in the corner of the room will follow their lead.
It’s not about imitating, but about “saying it in advance”.
Whatever you want to say, it says it before you do.
You want to leave, but it’s standing at the door before you.
You want to sleep, but it lies in bed before you.
It is an advanced version of “yourself”.
There is no logic, no purpose, it just automatically substitutes into your life path and then slowly deprives you of your position.
You weren’t killed—
You are being replaced.
Ghosts are not conscious.
【They are just walking in reality in a “dead state.”】
[And if you get too close, you must also die once in order to keep pace with it.]【Otherwise, the rules will find a way to correct you. 】
[The way to “correct” is to let you die.]All this is not to intimidate.
Because in the mysterious world of resurrection:
There is no way to kill ghosts.
There are no universal rules.
There is no root truth.
There is only one most naked conclusion:
“Ghosts won’t play games with you.”
“You’re not part of its plan.”
“You just happened to be passing by.”
All your struggles, prayers, wisdom—
To it, it means nothing.
Xiao Wu grabbed Tang San’s arm tightly, her knuckles turning white.
“Did you hear that? He said that when you are supposed to die, the ghost will appear at that moment.”
Tang San’s face turned pale, his consciousness had already spread out, but he could not feel anything. He could only stare at the strange “substitution” in the sky.
“That’s not logic. That’s fate.” He whispered, “Our Douluo spirit skills, spirit bones, and godhood… which one wasn’t earned through fighting for one’s life?”
“But over there—fate is determined from the beginning.”
Ma Hongjun crossed his arms, his voice dry, “In our world, we still talk about fighting, but over there… it’s all about making arrangements.”
Dai Mubai was silent for a moment, then said coldly, “If you really want me to face this kind of thing…”
“I’d rather—not live.”
No one laughed.
Wang Lin stood in front of the stone tablet, looking at the “displacement replacement” in the light curtain.
“It’s not a question of power level.”
“It’s a ‘conceptual difference’.”
Li Muwan frowned: “You mean – they are not alive?”
“No, it’s because we live too reasonably.” Wang Lin said in a low voice, “And in that world, there are people who live ‘redundant’ lives.”
Xu Qing suddenly spoke up: “No, they are not redundant, they are ‘existing at the wrong time’.”
“One second wrong, and you’re dead.”
The three of them were silent. No matter how powerful their magical powers were, or how many years they had passed, they could not control their fate with such precision that every moment was flawless.
“You said…it stood at the moment when you ‘should have died’.” Pangbo muttered again.
“Isn’t this the ultimate expression of ‘fate’?” Ji Ziyue’s face turned pale.
“No.” Shi Hao stared at the ‘premature replacement’ on the screen, “Destiny can be changed. But this cannot be changed.”
“As long as you ‘live wrongly,’ it will correct you.”
Pangbo opened his mouth and said, “It’s like…”
“If you live one more day, the system will clear you as a ‘redundant process’.” Shi Hao added, his tone cold.
“And the way to ‘clear’ it is that…invisible ghost.”
The atmosphere suddenly turned cold.
Chu Feng sat on the edge of the cliff, looking at the “echo call” screen, his face more solemn than ever.
“It’s a power where even ‘what you said’ is recorded in the rules.”
Lao Gu sat beside him, drinking heavily: “Do you still believe in fate?”
“It’s not that I believe in fate, it’s that I believe it remembers you – ‘you should have died’.” Chu Feng whispered.
Zhou Xi said softly: “Then… could it be that our struggle in our own world is also predetermined?”
Chu Feng said nothing, just staring at the hand that stretched out from the gap in the elevator in the picture.
That’s not revenge.
That’s a fill-in.
Ye Fan was silent for a long time before he said, “That’s not a ghost.”
“That’s a kind of ‘system rollback’, the universe forcibly repairing the variables.”
Pang Bo’s face turned pale. “You mean… if you just take a wrong step, the system will eliminate you?”
“It’s not ‘clear’.” Ji Ziyue murmured, “It’s ‘replace’.”
“Use your shadow to replace you, and use a repeater phone call to remind you that you are wrong.”
“Use death to remove you from the world.”
The three of them fell silent at the same time.
They once thought that becoming emperor was the pinnacle of success and stepping into the realm of immortality was the truest form of existence – but they didn’t know that in some worlds, even “being alive” itself was just a violation.
Muchen slowly put down the jade slip in his hand, his expression unusually gloomy.
“They’re not fighting… they’re just trying not to cross a line.”
Jiuyou stood beside him, a rare look of panic in his eyes: “You said that the people over there died because they ‘went to the wrong time’?”
“It’s not a mistake, but… ‘I was originally scheduled to die at that time’, but I didn’t know it yet.” Muchen’s voice was low and hoarse.
“Then is there any meaning in our cultivation?” Jiuyou murmured.
Muchen was silent for a long time, then looked up at the light curtain: “It makes sense.”
“Because we are still under the illusion that ‘we can fight’.”
“They… have been deprived of even the right to fantasize.”
The World of Immortality
Wang Changsheng stood there holding his sword, silent for a long time.
“That’s not what we understand as ‘death’.” He said slowly.
“It’s an exclusive event within the world setting.”
Yan Ruyu frowned: “You mean… they didn’t ‘live the wrong life’, but ‘live too long’?”
Wang Changsheng looked at the alternative behavior on the screen: “That call was not answered by a ghost.”
“It’s the ghost ‘that’s the phone.”
Han Yuxuan, who was standing next to her, shuddered. “It’s not the spirit that’s acting, but the ‘event itself’ that’s become a ghost.”
They have fought against lifespan all their lives, but for the first time they felt:
In that world, time itself is a ghost.
The World of Nine Cauldrons
Teng Qingshan frowned and stared at the sky for a long time without saying a word.
Lin Xia beside him whispered, “That kind of thing… can’t even sense the power of the origin.”
“Because it’s not ‘yes’, it’s ‘wrong’.” Teng Qingshan said in a cold tone, “When we cultivate our bodies, we aim to break through all obstacles.”
“But you can’t break a ‘mistake’ moment.”
“Because it’s not even a physical entity.”
Lin Xia asked nervously, “What should we do then?”
“The only thing is not to make mistakes.” He paused, “But how can a person live without making mistakes?”
The two looked at each other, their hearts cold.
In that world, “living without error” is the only way to protect yourself.
But who dares to say that he can do it?
Chapter 22: The only thing that can deal with ghosts is ghosts. In other words, if you want to deal with ghosts, you have to become a ghost yourself! (Old Version)
The golden sky lights up and the picture slowly advances.
This is the elevator surveillance of an ordinary office building.
The elevator door opened and a middle-aged man in a suit walked out, carrying a briefcase and looking numb.
He swiped his card, opened the door, sat down, turned on his computer, and started his day’s work.
The picture is normal.
——Until the second video appeared.
The second video shows the “same time”.
In the picture, the man did not walk out of the elevator.
He was still standing in the elevator, expressionless, head down.
The third video, angle changed – a man is typing on the keyboard at the desk.
The man was still in the elevator.
The corridor surveillance showed that another him had just entered the floor.
The fourth video shows three surveillance cameras playing side by side:
【desk】
【elevator】
【corridor】
Three “he”s appeared at the same time in three places.
No one was abnormal.
They are all living a “normal life”.
It seems that each one is the “main perspective”.
Until the tenth minute, the elevator door opened again.
The person in the elevator slowly raised his head, his facial features became blurred, and a blank, featureless face faced the camera.
It walked out.
At the same time, the man sitting in front of his workstation suddenly froze, his eyes becoming empty.
And “he” in the corridor fell down silently, his face hitting the ground, as if he had completely lost the “qualification to be photographed”.
【Rule Overflow: Ghost in the Time Gap】
You think you are you, but ghosts think you are you too.
When you can’t confirm whether you are being photographed, do you still exist?
Tang San stood up suddenly, his eyes filled with horror: “That’s not a ‘clone’, it’s multiple ‘me’s’ existing at the same time?”
Xiao Wu’s voice tightened: “Third brother, which one is the real him?”
Tang San was silent for a long time, then gritted his teeth and said, “This isn’t a split, it’s ‘the rules accommodate multiple me’, and then… I’ll kill one at random.”
“We don’t control the rules; the rules are the ones that make mistakes.”
Ye Fan’s face was solemn: “It’s too similar to some of the forbidden techniques of ‘Returned from the Alien Land’.”
Pang Bo was surprised and asked, “So that kind of ghost doesn’t kill you… but ‘replaces you’?”
Ji Ziyue held Ye Fan’s hand and whispered: “The last remaining ‘person’ may no longer be the original one.”
“But he doesn’t know it himself.”
For the first time, the three of them felt a chill in their hearts, thinking that they couldn’t even trust themselves.
Wang Lin’s eyes were cold: “A gap in the rules… This is a way to die by ‘losing yourself’.”
Li Muwan’s voice trembled slightly: “Then… is everything we do just a video recording in a ‘larger perspective’?”
“If one day we are ‘replaced’ by ourselves… can we still call ourselves alive?”
Wang Lin said solemnly, “That is true despair—you are not dead, but you have been eliminated from the rules of ‘being allowed to exist.'”
Inside the secret room of the Belling family.
Linley stared intently at the three surveillance screens, his brow furrowed. “This isn’t a clone technique, nor is it spatial displacement…”
Drinkton put it simply: “There are cracks in reality itself.”
“And the ‘ghost’ is the being that can move freely through the cracks and is not restricted by the laws.” He said in a low voice.
“But what we’re cultivating is the laws of the Lord God!” Linley’s tone rose.
“So what?” Delin shook his head and sighed, “Divine power is meaningless in an environment where the rules are overflowing.”
Linley clenched his fists tightly and muttered, “If I can’t even verify the truth of the laws… then what else can I rely on?”
In the back mountain of Qingyun Sect, Bi Yao and Zhang Xiaofan sat opposite each other.
After the scene ended, Bi Yao frowned slightly: “Three identical people…but none of them is ‘me’.”
Zhang Xiaofan whispered, “It’s like… a person is sealed in the video at different time periods.”
“But they are all running at the same time.” Bi Yao continued, her brows solemn.
“Then who is he?” Zhang Xiaofan murmured, “We seek our true self in cultivation, but if we can’t even confirm ‘who I am’…”
Bi Yao lowered her head and murmured softly, “That is the abyss that can never be escaped.”
The two looked at each other, both with a kind of fear that was “frozen” by the truth.
The World of Nine Star Hegemony
Long Chen punched the stone wall hard, sending gravel flying everywhere.
“Fuck! What the hell is this?!”
“People… can actually be replaced by video?”
Xia Chen’s expression was dazed: “Brother Chen, that’s not a video…that’s an ‘alternative reality’.”
“It’s like someone is putting together a puzzle in the sky, and you’re just one piece.”
Long Chen was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly muttered, “If I were replaced by another Long Chen… who would I be able to protect?”
“If the people around you were also replaced, would you still be able to recognize them?”
The air froze for a moment.
Xia Chen swallowed hard, his voice hoarse: “Brother Chen, you…you won’t change, right?”
Long Chen did not answer, but just stood there with a heavy back.
Chen Pingan slowly put down the teacup and stared at the light screen for a long time.
“Do you believe yourself in front of you?” he suddenly asked.
Ning Yao frowned slightly: “What do you mean?”
“If you were in the hallway, in the elevator, and at your desk at the same time,” Chen Pingan said calmly, “could you still confirm who you were?”
“The scary thing isn’t that you’re dead.” He said in a gentle but subdued tone, “It’s that you think you’re still alive.”
Ning Yao’s eyes flickered slightly: “The rules have quietly changed, but you are unaware…”
“It’s like you woke up in the Great Wall of Sword Qi, but you are no longer the same person as before.”
The two men looked at each other, their sword intent did not move, but the chill penetrated deep into their bones.
Chen Nan stood in front of the Heavenly Gate, looking at the light curtain in silence.
“It’s like… fate itself is starting to make mistakes.” He whispered.
“It’s not a punishment from heaven, nor is it cause and effect. It’s fate itself that’s messed up.” Beside the Son of Heaven, the Demon Lord frowned.
“I don’t even know who to judge,” he murmured, “because no one can confirm who is the sinner and who is my true self.”
“If one day, even I am replaced.” Chen Nan looked at his palm, “Will I still keep my current belief?”
The Son of the Heavenly Emperor slowly turned around and said in a low voice: “That is the most hopeless judgment – you can’t even keep yourself.”
spiritual world
Qin Lie sat on a dark rock, his expression more solemn than ever before.
“A spatial rift? Time reversal? No… this is more like… a plunder of cause and effect.”
Ling Yushi stood beside him, staring at the screen with a fluttering heart: “Of those three ‘him’s…only one can actually survive.”
“But the question is, ‘which’ is ‘him’?”
Qin Lie nodded: “What’s even more terrifying is…the dead don’t even know they’re dead.”
“Because they are excluded from the rules of reality.”
“Instead of being killed by someone.”
The soul is shaken and the true spirit trembles.
Chapter 23: Despair Point Maxed Out, Li Huowang Was Shocked! (Old Version)
The golden sky slowly unfolded.
In the darkness, a dilapidated green train slowly passed through the foggy tunnel.
A fuzzy and distorted announcement was playing on the radio:
“Attention, passengers! This train is about to arrive at its final destination: death.”
In the picture.
There were few passengers in the carriage. No one was talking or moving.
Every face had its head bowed, as if… asleep.
But the camera keeps moving forward.
It wasn’t sleep—they all had no eyes.
The eye sockets on his face were empty and the black blood had dried, but his posture seemed as if he was still “consciously” riding the bus.
Suddenly, a figure slowly walked towards from the end of the carriage.
Not a conductor, not a passenger—
Instead, he was a **”ghost”** wearing a neat uniform and a work ID card on his chest.
It has an expressionless face and holds a “ticket clamp” in its hand.
After walking through a row, they would “check” one person. The sound of the pliers was crisp.
With each hit, a passenger lost a body part.
Not bloodshed, not struggle.
They seemed unaware and unable to resist.
The scene moves to the last carriage.
A passenger noticed something was wrong and tried to escape by leaving his seat.
But as soon as he opened the car door, he found——
The carriage in front was the same one he had just been in.
He opened the door again, and it was the same.
He began to run, and the carriages repeated one after another, as if he would never be able to get out of the carriage that belonged to “death”.
Just when he completely collapsed.
The “ticket inspector” had quietly come behind him and handed him a pair of pliers.
“You… missed the ticket.”
Click.
The world fell silent.
The picture freezes, and subtitles slowly appear:
You thought you could escape, but death was already written the moment you got on the bus.
No one survived this train
Luo Feng’s pupils constricted, and the teacup in his hand shattered with a snap.
“That’s not an illusion,” he whispered. “That’s a ‘regular, enclosed, strange space.'”
Hong slowly stood up and said, “When someone enters the carriage, it means their identity has been tampered with. Leaving is no longer leaving the house, but breaking the rules.”
“That’s why they can’t get out.” Thor murmured, “Because the ‘carriage’ is not space, it is death itself.”
“And death is an end that cannot be overcome by any magical power or technology.”
The three of them were silent, as if they felt the chill of “power is useless” for the first time.
On the top of Emperor Wu’s city wall, the wind and snow were as sharp as knives.
Xu Fengnian, wearing a fox fur coat, looked at the picture for a long time.
“This is much more terrifying than killing someone.” He suddenly said.
Zhao Xuansu frowned: “Why?”
“Because… there’s no room for resistance.” Xu Fengnian said in a low voice, “You don’t know where the danger is. It’s right next to you, yet you think everything is normal.”
“By the time you know it, the ticket has already been clipped.”
Chen Zhibao tightened his grip on the sword and whispered:
“What you’re cutting isn’t a ticket, it’s the right to live.”
The three of them looked at each other without saying a word, and the snow fell silently.
Immortal Realm
Wang Yangming’s face was solemn: “This is not a question of life and death, but a question of ‘life and death as one’.”
Qin Ming slowly raised his eyes: “What do you want to say?”
“They’re not dead,” Wang Yangming said in a suppressed tone. “They’re just living on in the form of death.”
“They haven’t even lost their consciousness, but their bodies have become spiritual.”
Qin Ming murmured: “Even the concept of ‘death’ has begun to blur…”
“Then what is left to be protected?”
Shi Hao looked at the never-ending train on the screen, frowning and saying nothing.
“Brother, those people…are they dead or alive?” Little Bit stood beside him and asked softly.
“They…” Shi Hao thought for a moment, his expression solemn, “They are the living dead.”
“The soul has not dissipated, the body still exists, but it is imprisoned by some higher law.”
“Just like… the painful reincarnation of the residual souls of those ancient ancestors on the ancestral altar?”
“It’s even more terrifying than that.” Shi Hao clenched his fists and said in a low voice, “They’re not trapped, they’re erased.”
“And they… don’t even know it themselves.”
The little guy was silent, with an unprecedented seriousness on his face.
Chen Nan tapped the stone table with his fingers, looking at the picture of the carriage that he could never get out of.
“It’s like we’re endlessly struggling in a cycle of reincarnation,” he said.
The Emperor of Heaven nodded slowly: “The only difference is… they don’t reincarnate, they only die.”
“To be more precise, it’s ‘arranged death’.”
“Fate has already written the ending the moment the ticket is issued.”
“As you once said: If ‘God’ can be arranged, then so-called eternal life… is nothing more than another kind of prison.”
The two looked at each other, and saw a trace of extremely cold compassion in each other’s eyes.
Zhou Yuan frowned: “If this is true, then they are not ‘alive’ at all.”
Yaoyao nodded gently: “They are…living like an illusion.”
“Perhaps, the train itself is part of a supernatural life form.” Zhou Yuan thought thoughtfully.
“It’s like being drawn into a maze of consciousness that I can never escape.” Yaoyao murmured, “One carriage, one rule, one death.”
“You’re just one page.”
Zhou Yuan tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his expression solemn. “If we really face this kind of existence, all our energy-generating methods will probably be wasted.”
The two of them fell into deep thought. At that moment, apart from their practice, they also felt a feeling they had never felt before – powerlessness.
Chu Feng leaned against the stone chair and remained silent for a long time.
“Those people…were they actually already ‘dead’ before they even boarded the train?”
Zhou Xi asked softly.
“Maybe even this question itself is a trap.” Chu Feng said softly.
“Are our lives merely the execution of certain rules?”
“If one day you saw another you in a train car, looking at the scenery… would you suddenly realize that you were no longer ‘you’?”
Zhou Xi’s expression trembled slightly: “It’s like… death is not the end, it’s the beginning of a new arrangement.”
“But you didn’t arrange it.”
The air was as quiet as death.
Chapter 24: A new world ranking, the strange and mysterious world of Taoism! (Old version)
Above the light curtain, the originally chaotic colors suddenly faded away, revealing rows of blood-red words. Each word seemed to contain endless resentment and was icy cold.
The new list, like the verdict from the abyss, slowly emerged.
“Newly added world to the list: Dao Weird Immortal!”
These few words were like thunder exploding in the hearts of every living being gazing at the light curtain.
Inside a makeshift shelter on the edge of a crumbling city ruins, the atmosphere was eerily dead and silent.
The dim emergency lights flickered, illuminating bloodshot and terrified faces.
“Just now…what was written on the light screen?” A dry voice sounded with a strong sense of uncertainty.
“Dao Weird Immortal…is ahead of us?” Another survivor, a former elite white-collar worker, now had an unshaven beard and a blank look in his eyes. He stared at the light screen, as if he wanted to see the words clearly.
“What a joke!” A burly man holding a blood-stained steel pipe stood up suddenly, and the steel pipe made a dull sound when it rested on the ground.
He roared, “Is there any place more terrifying than this place?”
“Countless people are killed by those ghost things every day!”
“We can’t even get a good night’s sleep!”
“You might run into an S-level or even scarier ghost if you go out!”
“Nine out of ten houses are empty!”
“Is this light curtain broken? What nonsense is it talking about?!”
Inside the shelter, the oppressive atmosphere was ignited by this roar and instantly became restless.
“That’s right! This place has become a living hell!”
“Those ghosts are invisible and intangible. They kill people without being noticed. They are impossible to guard against!”
“I haven’t dared to close my eyes for three days, for fear that if I do, I’ll never wake up again!”
A young girl curled up in the corner, hugging her knees, trembling, tears silently streaming down her face.
She choked up and said, “Mom… Dad… were both killed by ghosts…”
“What the hell is this strange and mysterious fairyland? It’s even scarier than our place!”
“I don’t believe it! Absolutely not!”
“This light curtain is just alarmist! It’s trying to undermine our will to live!”
In the crowd, a middle-aged scholar wearing glasses and looking haggard pushed his glasses up, his eyes behind the lenses flashing with suspicion.
He whispered, “But everything that was displayed before this light curtain doesn’t seem to be false.”
“The other worlds and power systems it reveals are incredible, yet they exist in reality.”
As soon as these words were spoken, the people who had been excited just now involuntarily lowered their voices.
Yes, the appearance of this light curtain itself is full of mystery and wonder.
What it reveals is often the cruel truth that they can hardly imagine but have to face.
If… if that strange fairy world is really more terrifying than this place.
What kind of picture of hell would that be?
No one dared to think any further, as a deeper despair surged into their hearts like a tide.
Beiliang Palace, top of Tingchao Pavilion.
Xu Fengnian leaned against the railing, the purple gold gourd in his hand swaying gently, and the aroma of wine filled the air.
He looked at the glaring scarlet words on the screen, a playful smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.
“A strange immortal? More powerful than that mysterious resurrection with a ghostly aura?”
He was amazed, with a strange gleam in his eyes.
“Old Huang.” Xu Fengnian turned his head and looked at the old servant who was carrying a sword case and was silent as a mountain.
“Tell me, if I were to take those 300,000 Beiliang Iron Cavalry, no, 300,000 Great Snow Dragon Cavalry, and wander around these two worlds, would there be any chance of survival?”
There was no change in expression on Old Huang’s weather-beaten face, except for his eyelids which lifted slightly.
His voice was hoarse and he shook his head slowly.
“Sir, those worlds probably cannot be measured by the number of Iron Cavalry.”
“Ghosts…eerie immortals…no human power can defeat them.”
The smile on Xu Fengnian’s face froze slightly, and his brows suddenly furrowed.
“Hey, Old Huang, you’re only boosting other people’s morale and destroying your own prestige!”
He straightened up from the railing abruptly, his tone containing a hint of dissatisfaction.
“With three hundred thousand Great Snow Dragon Riders, where in the world can’t they go?”
“Back then, the Northern Mang army of one million was also beaten to a pulp by this prince!”
“What ghosts and strange immortals are nothing but chickens and dogs in front of this prince’s iron hoof!”
Old Huang remained silent, but the slight shaking of his head showed his persistence.
Xu Fengnian was a little anxious. He walked up to Lao Huang and pointed at the light curtain.
“If this broken light curtain can get me there, I will personally lead 300,000 Great Snow Dragon Riders to flatten those so-called terrifying places!”
“Let them know what it means to be the best Beiliang Cavalry in the world!”
“Who cares if it’s a ghost or a fairy? Just chop it off with one knife!”
He suddenly felt a surge of heroism in his heart, as if he had already seen the scene of the Great Snow Dragon Riders being invincible and crushing all those terrifying existences.
However, Lao Huang just sighed softly, with a barely perceptible worry in his eyes.
He had seen too many lives and deaths, and he also understood that some existences were beyond the limits of ordinary bravery.
A strange and magical world.
In a dilapidated village, the air was filled with a disgusting mixture of stench and strange sandalwood.
Li Huowang curled up in the corner of a collapsed mud house, covering his mouth and nose tightly with a piece of rag, his eyes bloodshot due to long-term fear and vigilance.
The moment the words on the screen came into his eyes, he trembled violently as if he was struck by an electric current.
“On…on the list?”
His voice became sharp and distorted due to extreme fear, almost incoherent.
“My…our world…is on the list?!”
Beads of cold sweat oozed from his forehead, slid down his cheeks, and dripped onto his dirty clothes.
“And…it ranks ahead of that world full of ghosts?!”
Li Huowang suddenly covered his face with his hands, his nails digging deep into his skin, trying to suppress the fear that surged from the bottom of his heart and almost swallowed him.
“No! It shouldn’t be like this!”
He growled like a trapped beast, his voice filled with despair and confusion.
“Being on this list is not a good thing!”
“If everyone in the heavens and all the worlds knew how terrifying we are…this…this is not going to allow anyone to survive!”
He suddenly raised his head and scanned the twisted and bizarre environment around him with a distracted gaze, the low houses, the indescribable things wriggling in the shadows, and the strange whispers that seemed to be there and not there.
“This world… this world is driving people crazy enough!”
“Those Zuowang Daos! Those Sima Mings! Those countless weirdness and madness!”
“I struggle on the brink of life and death every day, and linger between clarity and madness every day!”
Li Huowang grabbed his hair and tore it hard, as if he wanted to erase all the horrific memories and images from his mind.
“Why?! Why is our world so horrible?!”
“I just want to survive! I just want to be normal!”
“Is it possible that even such a simple wish cannot be fulfilled?”
He looked at the four big characters “Dao Guiyixian” on the screen, and felt that each word was like a sharp knife stained with blood and curses, stabbing fiercely into his heart.
“No…Is the strange fairy world I’m talking about…really that terrifying?”
An unprecedented sense of powerlessness and despair, like an icy tide, completely drowned him.
He even began to doubt whether everything he had experienced was a nightmare from which he would never be able to wake up.
A world under one person.
In a bright office of Nadutong Company.
Zhang Chulan was sitting with his legs crossed, chewing an apple and watching the live broadcast on the screen with great interest.
When he saw that the strange fairy world surpassed the mysterious revival world to be on the list, the apple in his mouth almost fell out.
“Oh my god! Is there such a thing?”
Zhang Chulan’s eyes widened and his face showed an expression of extreme excitement.
“Dao Weird Immortal? Just hearing the name sounds like something extraordinary!”
He finished the apple in a few bites, threw the core accurately into the trash can, and then rubbed his hands.
“What’s this? It’s weird or not!”
Zhang Chulan chuckled, revealing his signature “unwavering” smile.
“In my opinion, it’s just that the firepower is not enough!”
He slapped his thigh and spoke in a loud voice.
“If there’s enough firepower, all the demons, ghosts, and strange gods will have to kneel down and sing ‘Conquer!'”
“Look at that mysterious resurrection world. Those ghosts floating around are quite scary.”
“But!” He changed the subject, his tone full of confidence.
“If we had a few Italian cannons, no, a few Dongfeng express rounds, would those devils dare to show up again?”
“I guarantee they’ll be blown so hard they won’t even be able to make a ghost!”
Feng Baobao next to him was picking her nose expressionlessly, and seemed to have no reaction to Zhang Chulan’s words.
Xu San pushed his glasses and looked helplessly at his eccentric colleague.
“Chu Lan, some things may not be solved by simple firepower.”
Zhang Chulan didn’t care and waved his hand.
“Hey, Third Brother, you don’t understand this.”
“This is called strategic deterrence! As long as our fists are strong enough and our voices are loud enough, those scoundrels will naturally not dare to act rashly.”
He pointed at the light curtain, his eyes flashing with eagerness.
“This strange and mysterious world sounds very challenging!”
“If I could go shopping, I might be able to find some good stuff!”
He seemed to have seen himself making great strides in the new world and collecting all kinds of rare treasures.
“You’re kidding! Under fire, all beings are equal! Even ghosts and monsters are equal!”
Zhang Chulan’s bold words echoed in the office, full of optimism and blind confidence.
The world of covering the sky.
At the edge of the universe, in several ancient forbidden areas of life, the aura that had been silent for eternity was slightly fluctuating.
Those supreme beings who once dominated an era and looked down upon all living things were now attracted by the mysterious curtain of light.
“The strange immortal…”
An old and majestic voice sounded from the depths of the Taichu Ancient Mine, as if it had spanned the long river of time and space.
“How could it possibly transcend a world composed purely of ‘ghosts’?”
In another forbidden area, in the Immortal Mountain, eyes opened and closed, piercing through the illusion and reflecting the scene on the light curtain.
“How is the ‘weirdness’ of this world different from what we know?”
“The mysterious revival of the world is rooted in the distortion and revival of supernatural rules, giving rise to evil spirits that devour living beings.”
“And this strange immortal, the word ‘immortal’ is intriguing.”
Deep in the ancient forbidden land, the peerless and independent figure in white stared quietly at the light curtain, his eyes as deep as the sea of stars.
She opened her red lips slightly, her voice was ethereal, yet carried a barely perceptible solemnity.
“I wonder how these so-called worlds of terror compare to the dark turmoil that swept across the nine heavens and ten earths in the past.”
As soon as these words were spoken, the aura of all beings in the other restricted areas sank.
The darkness and turmoil are the eternal pain in their hearts and the catastrophe for all living beings in the universe.
That was a desperate era when the Supreme Beings, in order to prolong their lives, launched bloody purges and devoured billions of lives.
That kind of terror is the crushing of life levels and the complete destruction of hope.
“Darkness and turmoil are the ultimate degradation and struggle for survival of life.”
“And the worlds on these lists seem to be another form of horror.”
“Is it from the unknown, from an indescribable fear?”
An ancient supreme being who had participated in the dark turmoil and survived the mountains of corpses and seas of blood muttered to himself in a low voice.
Chapter 25: How hopeless is the strange world of immortals? They don’t want you to die, they just want to play tricks on you! (Old version)
On the light curtain, the blood-red words that seemed to contain endless resentment gradually disappeared, like a hideous mudflat revealed after the tide receded.
The entire universe that was observing the light curtain fell into an eerie silence, as if waiting for the next even more terrifying verdict.
At this moment, the light curtain changed again.
The originally chaotic background was suddenly replaced by a warm and majestic light.
Yes, light.
Rows of gilded characters slowly emerged, like decrees from the gods.
Every word seems to contain profound truths, yet carries a heart-pounding chill.
The golden text formed a sharp contrast with the previous blood-red, but its content revealed extreme horror on another level.
“About the strange and mysterious world of Taoism and its hopeless nature.”
The golden words on the light screen are extremely clear, and every stroke is full of power.
“The horror of this world doesn’t just come from the sheer number of ghosts and spirits, nor does it stem from the ferocity of ordinary monsters.”
“The true despair of the Dao Weird Immortal World lies in its ‘villains’. Their existence is not for domination, not for destruction, and not even for any understandable ‘purpose’.”
“Their only, pure, almost Taoist pursuit is to trick you.”
“I just want to torture you.”
“I’ll play with your spirit, your will, your cognition, everything about you, and then enjoy your collapse and madness.”
“This is the strange immortal.”
In the dilapidated village, Li Huowang stared at every large gilded character on the screen.
His body was shaking violently and uncontrollably, and his teeth were chattering as if he wanted to bite himself to pieces.
“Playing tricks on you…”
“I just want to torture you…”
He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse as an old bellows.
These words, like red-hot irons, burned fiercely into his soul, reminding him of those inescapable memories, those days and nights when he was treated like a plaything and manipulated at will.
“madman!”
Li Huowang suddenly hugged his head with both hands, his nails digging deep into his scalp, as if trying to dig this cruel truth out of his mind.
“They are all a bunch of absolute lunatics!”
He roared like a trapped beast, his voice filled with endless despair and the horror of being completely seen through.
“Anyone! Anyone who comes from another world, who thinks he’s used to seeing life and death, who thinks he has a strong will!”
“Let them try my world!”
“Let them feel what true despair is!”
Li Huowang’s eyes were bloodshot and his face was distorted.
“Do you still want to have my ‘good attitude’?”
He made a strange sound that sounded like both crying and laughing, full of self-mockery and misery.
“They’ll go completely crazy on the first day! They’ll kneel on the ground and kowtow, just begging for release!”
“But here, even death is a luxury! It’s all part of their game!”
The evaluation on the light screen was like a verdict from the heavens, accurately summarizing everything he had experienced.
It turns out that the horror of their world has long surpassed the cognition of other worlds.
This despair does not come from the crushing of strength, but from the torture of the spirit and the endless and unreasonable malice.
Inside the shelter, the survivors looked at the description written in gilded text on the screen, and the expressions on their faces changed from initial shock and doubt to an indescribable weirdness.
“Playing tricks on people? Torturing people?” The burly man holding the blood-stained steel pipe frowned, with obvious confusion and a hint of contempt on his face.
“That’s it?” He couldn’t help but mutter under his breath.
A pale-faced woman tightened the worn blanket around her body, her voice trembling but also with a hint of doubt.
“This strange and mysterious world… doesn’t even have ghosts?”
She couldn’t imagine how a world without evil spirits, without that kind of cold aura, and without those means of taking lives could be called more desperate than their place.
“Then what do they use to torture people? Their mouths?” Another survivor couldn’t help but speak, with a hint of disdain in his tone.
“We have S-class ghosts here! There’s a ghost zone that can cover the entire city!”
“Those things will really kill you! They’ll tear you to pieces! They’ll make you wish you were dead!”
Among the crowd, the feeling of despair caused by Daoguiyixian’s higher ranking seemed to be diluted a lot by a sense of absurdity at this moment.
“It seems that this strange and mysterious world of immortals is nothing special after all.”
“Just a mental attack? How terrifying is that?”
“We fight real ghosts every day! They’re the real threat!”
The middle-aged scholar wearing glasses also fell silent at this moment. He pushed his glasses and his eyes flickered behind the lenses.
“Pure mental torture…if it reaches its extreme, maybe…maybe it will really make people collapse.” He whispered to himself, but his tone was also full of uncertainty.
For those who struggle to survive under the threat of evil spirits every day, words like “trick you” and “torture you”, although also malicious, do not seem so “direct” compared to those evil spirits that can take lives in an instant.
“There aren’t even ghosts in this world, and you still dare to call it a world of despair?” A young man sneered, as if he had found some kind of psychological balance.
The world of Qin’s Moon.
Deep in the Mohist Mechanical City, the lights are bright.
Several Mohist leaders were gathered in front of a specially made bronze mirror, which clearly reflected the scene of the light curtain.
The giant six-fingered black hero frowned and looked at the description of the strange Taoist immortal villain for a long time without saying a word.
Master Ban stroked his beard, his eyes filled with confusion.
“Just want to play a trick on you, just want to torture you?” He spoke slowly, with deep confusion in his tone.
“Everything we do in this world has a motive. It could be for fame, profit, power, or revenge.”
“Such pure evil, existing only for the purpose of sadism, is something I have never heard of before.”
Gao Jianli stood aside with a stern expression, his hands that were playing “Yi Shui Han” slightly clenched.
“Take pleasure in torturing others and seek their downfall.”
“This kind of mentality…just how twisted is it?”
A trace of surprise and disgust that was difficult to conceal appeared on the Snow Girl’s beautiful face.
“Those tyrants in this world, like Wei Zhuang and Zhao Gao, although cruel, have their own logic behind their actions.”
“But the villains in this strange and mysterious world seem to have acted beyond common sense.”
“Just to drive you crazy?”
Dao Zhi scratched his head. His expression was as carefree as usual, but now it was a little more serious.
“My goodness, this is much more frightening than simple murder and arson.”
“Killing is not enough. If this drives you crazy, then life will be worse than death.”
All the Mohists believed in universal love and non-aggression, and they felt a chill and discomfort deep in their hearts towards this kind of evil that was completely unreasonable and purely for the pleasure of torture.
This is no longer a “struggle” that they can understand.
In the office of Nadutong Company, Zhang Chulan looked at the new content on the screen, and the “unwavering” smile on his face appeared again.
He crossed his legs and tossed an apple in his hand.
“What did I think it was?”
Zhang Chulan chuckled, his tone relaxed.
“After all this time, they’re just a bunch of psychopaths who enjoy playing mind control, right?”
He took a bite of the apple and spoke incoherently.
“What’s the point of despair? In my opinion, it’s just a lack of firepower!”
He slapped his thigh with a loud voice.
“You said he wanted to play tricks on you, wanted to torture you, but that would only work if he could get close to you and talk to you!”
“Give him a clean sweep with a Katyusha, no, give him a blanket attack with a Dongfeng Express!”
Zhang Chulan gestured and spit flew everywhere.
“Look at how he can still play tricks? How can he torture people?”
“I promise to blow him and all his evil thoughts back to his grandmother’s house!”
Feng Baobao was still scraping her nails with a knife with an expressionless face. Upon hearing this, she just glanced at him indifferently.
“Um.”
Xu San pushed his glasses and sighed helplessly.
“Chu Lan, the horror of some things may really not be solved by firepower.”
“What if their methods directly affect the mind, or even distort cognition?”
“Third brother, you are getting stuck in a dead end!”
“What’s wrong with the mental level? What’s wrong with cognitive distortion?”
“As long as I completely destroy his physical body, won’t his mental attacks become like rootless duckweed and water without a source?”
He said this proudly, as if he had found a magic weapon to defeat the enemy.
“Under firepower, all beings are equal! It doesn’t matter if you’re a ghost, a fairy, or some pervert who likes to play with people’s hearts. One blast and everyone will be in peace!”
Chapter 26: I can’t tell, I really can’t tell, in this strange world of immortals, death is liberation! (Old version)
Inside the Nadutong company, Zhang Chulan’s confident voice, believing that his firepower was enough to wipe out all evil spirits, had not yet completely dissipated.
The slightly relaxed atmosphere in the office caused by his bold words had not yet completely dissipated.
At this moment, the light curtain once again changed dramatically without any warning.
The stable interface that originally displayed gilded characters was violently fluctuating and distorted, like the surface of water being stirred by an invisible giant hand.
The golden light quickly faded, replaced by a heart-pounding grayness.
Immediately afterwards, a blurry figure slowly condensed on the light curtain and gradually became clearer.
It was a ragged, emaciated figure.
His hair was as messy as dead grass, his face was covered with dirt and blood, and his eyes were sunken, burning with a fire that was almost crazy.
It was Li Huowang from the strange and mysterious fairy world.
At this moment, his face was distorted to the extreme, as if he was suffering from some unspeakable pain and confusion.
He scratched his scalp with both hands, and blood even seeped out from between his nails.
“I can’t tell!”
A scream so shrill that it seemed to tear the eardrums apart suddenly came out from the light curtain, echoing in the ears of every observer.
“I really can’t tell the difference!”
Li Huowang’s voice was filled with endless confusion, despair, and a kind of madness that penetrated deep into his bones.
He was like a trapped beast forced into a desperate situation, madly rushing around in an invisible cage but unable to find any exit.
Those empty and red eyes stared at some empty place, as if the most terrifying secret in the world was hidden there.
His body was shaking violently and uncontrollably, every cell screaming in resistance.
Just this one image and this one roar made all the creatures who had previously held a slight contempt for the words “trick you” and “torture you” feel a chill running down their spines.
This chill was different from the chill of a ghost or the pressure of a powerful enemy. It was a chill that came from the unknown and from the fear of a complete mental breakdown.
At the moment when the picture was frozen, next to the crazy figure of Li Huowang, lines of new gold-plated characters slowly emerged again, carrying a heavy and suffocating sense of oppression.
Every word was like a thousand-pound boulder, smashing heavily into the hearts of the observers in all the heavens and worlds.
“When the protagonists of all realms encounter desperate situations and dangers, they often think of ways to break the deadlock, hoping to turn the tide and seek a way to escape.”
“They may feel unwilling, angry, or sad, but their desire to survive is mostly instinctive.”
“Even in spite of all the hardships, I still want to struggle, hoping for a glimmer of hope.”
“This is the special thing about the strange and mysterious world of Taoism.”
“The protagonist of this world seeks something completely different from that of other worlds.”
“When despair overwhelms everything like a tide, when reason and cognition are repeatedly trampled and torn apart.”
“When living itself becomes a punishment more cruel than death.”
“He wasn’t thinking about how to overcome despair.”
“He wasn’t thinking about how to get out of this predicament.”
“He thinks about and dreams about only one thing day and night.”
“die.”
“Yes, you read that correctly.”
“He wants to die.”
“In his view, death is not the end, nor is it a punishment.”
“Death was the only way he could think of to escape from that endless, never-ending torment.”
“Death is the only peace.”
“Death is a gift that is too much to hope for.”
“To be alive is eternal hell.”
“To be able to die peacefully is an unattainable happiness for him.”
Inside the shelter, the survivors who had previously looked a bit disdainful and absurd now had completely frozen expressions on their faces.
The burly man holding the blood-stained steel pipe had his mouth slightly open and the muscles on his face twitched unconsciously.
“die……”
He struggled to squeeze out a word from his throat, his voice dry and hoarse.
“Death… is more liberating than life…?”
The pale-faced woman’s knuckles turned white from the strength with which she held the blanket tightly in her arms. Her eyes were filled with incredible horror.
“This…how is this possible?”
“Isn’t being alive the most important thing?”
Another survivor, who had previously mocked that there were no real ghosts in the strange fairy world, now felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
“What kind of torture is this?”
“Can you push people to this point?”
“Can it make people feel…that death is better than life?”
They have also faced death, and the evil spirits outside the shelter are threatening their lives every minute and every second.
In order to survive, they paid an unimaginable price and witnessed the tragic deaths of countless companions.
The will to survive has long been deeply imprinted in their souls.
But now, the light curtain told them that there was a world where people were actively pursuing death and regarded death as liberation.
This huge cognitive shock made them feel dizzy and creepy.
“This world… this strange and mysterious world…”
“What happened?”
The middle-aged scholar wearing glasses was as pale as paper at this moment. He pushed his glasses, and the eyes behind the lenses were filled with unprecedented solemnity and a hint of deep fear.
“Pure mental torture, if it really reaches its extreme…”
He muttered to himself, his voice shaking uncontrollably.
“Perhaps, it can really completely destroy a person’s survival instinct.”
“Let death become an alluring relief.”
The chatter in the crowd completely died down.
The slight dissatisfaction that he had felt previously because Dao Guiyixian had a higher ranking was now gone.
Instead, there was a deeper and more suffocating feeling of despair.
If even death becomes a luxury, a relief.
What kind of hell would it be to be alive then?
“This world… is even more terrifying than our place…”
A young man’s voice was trembling and crying.
“It’s horrible.”
The world of Super Seminary.
On Earth, in the command room of the Grand Canyon.
Ge Xiaolun stared at the light screen in a daze, his mouth half open. His usually honest face was now filled with shock and confusion.
“Want to die?”
He muttered to himself as if he couldn’t believe what he saw and heard.
“Isn’t it good to be alive? Only when you are alive can there be hope!”
He recalled the battles he had experienced, facing the invasion of Taotie and those powerful alien enemies.
Although I have felt despair and powerless.
But their galactic power, every member of their heroic company, is trying their best to protect their homeland and to survive.
“This strange and mysterious world…what on earth is going on?”
Qiangwei’s brows were furrowed, and her sharp eyes were filled with solemnity.
“If even death is a relief, then the pain he endured is probably beyond our imagination.”
“The enemy we face, although powerful, at least has clear goals and clear logic.”
“This kind of malice exists purely for the purpose of torture, and can drive people to the point of actively seeking death…”
She took a deep breath and felt a little chilled.
Liu Chuang put down the beer can in his hand, and his usual nonchalant and ruffian temperament was restrained a lot.
“Oh my goodness, this is too weird, isn’t it?”
“If we can’t win, we can run away. We can find a way to become stronger and fight back.”
“But if you don’t even want to live anymore, what’s the point of fighting?”
He scratched his head, a rare look of confusion and a hint of fear on his face.
“Now it seems…”
Ge Xiaolun spoke slowly, his voice a little dry.
“This strange and mysterious world seems… seems to be much more hopeless than our world.”
He thought of the civilians slaughtered by the Taotie and his comrades who had died.
Those were real deaths, real suffering.
But compared to the despair described on the screen, where even death becomes a relief, it doesn’t seem so… extreme.
“At least we know who the enemy is and why we’re fighting.”
“In this world where even the enemy’s goal is just to ‘trick you’ and ‘torture you’…”
Ge Xiaolun shuddered and dared not think about it anymore.
The world of Martial Universe.
Lin Dong sat cross-legged, the energy in his body fluctuating as steady as a mountain.
He looked at the content on the screen, his brows slightly furrowed, but soon relaxed.
A hint of disapproval appeared on his slightly resolute face.
“Huh, what despair?”
Lin Dong’s voice was not loud, but it carried a strong confidence that came from countless life and death trials.
“It’s just that my determination is not strong enough.”
He recalled the hardships and dangers he had experienced along the way from Qingyang Town.
Destroy Lin Langtian, break into the ancient monument of the Great Wilderness, enter the ancient battlefield, and fight against the Demon Emperor.
When was it not a narrow escape from death? When was it not a search for hope amidst despair?
“So-called evil, so-called torture.”
Lin Dong’s eyes narrowed, and a fierce aura suddenly emanated from him.
“I have a pair of iron fists that can break anything!”
“If there really is such a fool who doesn’t know how to live or die and dares to provoke me.”
A cold arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.
“I will press down on the Great Desolate Prisoner Heaven Finger. No matter how strange or evil it is, I will destroy its soul and spirit, and it will never be reborn!”
In his view, any form of enemy, any form of despair can ultimately be resolved with force.
As long as your power is strong enough, you can crush all conspiracies and schemes, and tear apart all the haze of despair.
“Is death the only way to be liberated?”
Lin Dong scoffed and shook his head.
“That’s the thinking of the weak.”
“A truly strong person will only become more courageous after facing setbacks, and will only turn all despair into motivation to move forward!”
He stood up and looked into the distance, as if an endless journey was waiting for him.
Although Lin Dong felt a little curious about the alternative horror displayed by the strange fairy world, he was mostly disdainful.
In his opinion, as long as one’s mind is firm and one’s will is resolute, coupled with absolute strength, there is nothing that cannot be defeated.
In his eyes, the act of seeking death due to mental torture was almost cowardly.
Sanghai City, Xiaoshengxianzhuang.
A group of Confucian disciples also gathered in the Observatory at this moment, watching the astonishing scene on the light screen.
Fu Nian and Yan Lu looked at each other and saw deep shock and confusion in each other’s eyes.
Zhang Liang gently waved the folding fan in his hand, his brows furrowed, and he fell into deep thought.
Not far behind them, a slightly shorter boy was staring with his eyes wide open, his face full of disbelief.
It was dawn.
“Why?”
Tianming couldn’t help but ask, his voice full of childish confusion and innocence.
“Uncle always says, as long as you are alive, there is hope!”
He thought of Gai Nie and the words that Gai Nie had taught him again and again on the road to escape.
No matter how powerful the enemy is, no matter how dangerous the situation is, you must never give up hope of life.
“Why do people from that strange fairy world think that death is the only way to be liberated?”
Tianming’s little face was full of confusion.
“If I’m alive, I can eat delicious roasted pheasant, see Sister Yue’er, and play with Shao Yu!”
“If you die, there will be nothing left, right?”
His worldview is simple and direct.
Being alive means having infinite possibilities and the opportunity to feel happiness and beauty.
Death represents the end of everything.
“Is that world even scarier than being hunted by bad guys?”
He recalled the days when he and Gai Nie were hunted by the Qin cavalry, and remembered those ferocious enemies.
Although I was very scared, I never thought about dying.
“Isn’t this guy named Li Huowang too timid?”
Tianming tilted his head and asked naively.
He could not understand or imagine what kind of experience could make a person regard death as something better than life.
“Life is so precious, how can we give it up so easily?”
He muttered softly, his eyes filled with doubts about that strange world and a lack of empathy for that despair.
In his opinion, as long as you don’t give up, you can always find a solution to the problem.
To him, the idea that “death is the only way to be liberated” was simply a fantasy.
Shao Yu, who was standing aside, didn’t say anything, but his eyes, which were full of domineering power, also flashed with a thoughtful and solemn light.
He was more mature than Tianming, and he could vaguely sense that the horror contained in that strange fairy world could not be simply summarized by the word “cowardly”.
It was a kind of bottomless despair that was enough to subvert ordinary people’s cognition.
On the light curtain, Li Huowang’s crazy image and the lines of cold and cruel gold-plated characters were still clearly visible.
All the heavens and worlds fell into deeper thinking and shock because of this new revelation.
Some powerful people who originally didn’t care about the strange and mysterious fairy world now had to re-examine the horror of this world.
If the despair of a world can make its protagonist voluntarily give up his life and regard death as salvation.
So how deep is the “water” in this world?
Where is the limit of that kind of pure mental abuse?
Every observer had countless questions and an indescribable chill in their hearts.
This chill does not come from the gap in power, but from an unknown and extremely twisted fear.
Chapter 27: Receiving electrotherapy in a mental hospital while battling Dan Yangzi, no one can handle this! (Old Version)
Above the light curtain, Li Huowang’s heart-wrenching roar still echoed in his ears.
The extreme madness and despair, like an invisible shadow, shrouds the hearts of every observer.
Just when everyone was excited and had not yet completely calmed down from the strong shock.
The light curtain changed again.
The frozen image of Li Huowang frantically scratching his scalp began to sway like water waves.
The gray tones receded like the tide, replaced by a cold and pale scene.
The surrounding area is covered with snow-white walls and emits a pungent smell of disinfectant.
Li Huowang, who was also wearing a hospital gown but looked even weaker, with several old and new marks on his face, was being fastened tightly to a cold iron bed with restraints.
His eyes were unfocused and his pupils were shrunk to the extreme due to fear.
“Don’t kill me!”
Li Huowang’s lips trembled violently, and he uttered an unclear but extremely miserable plea.
“Don’t kill me! Please!”
His head swayed wildly from side to side, trying to break free from the invisible terror.
“Damn Danyangzi!”
A sharp roar, filled with deep hatred and fear, erupted from the depths of his throat.
“I really don’t want to be refined into a pill!”
He was in tears, and his voice was filled with extreme resistance to some unknown fate.
“Let me go! Let me go!”
On the side, several figures in white coats with indifferent expressions were recording something with their heads down.
One of them was a doctor wearing thick glasses and had a serious face. He raised his head and stared coldly at Li Huowang who was struggling on the bed.
“The patient was extremely emotionally unstable and had severe hallucinations and delusions of persecution.”
His voice was calm, as if he was stating a fact that had nothing to do with him.
“Increase the voltage.”
The doctor calmly gave instructions to the nurse beside him.
“Sizzle——”
A sharp sound of electric current was heard, accompanied by an even more miserable scream from Li Huowang.
His body suddenly arched up and fell heavily back onto the bed, his limbs twitching uncontrollably from the severe pain.
However, the picture did not stay on this scene for too long.
Just before the sound of the electric current completely disappeared, the light screen suddenly dimmed.
Immediately afterwards, a more eerie and terrifying scene replaced the cold ward.
The dim candlelight flickered, illuminating a stone chamber filled with a strong smell of blood and strange medicine.
In the center of the stone chamber, a huge alchemy furnace was burning with a faint green flame.
Next to the alchemy furnace, an old Taoist wearing a dark Taoist robe, with a sinister face and eyes flashing with greed and cruelty, was grinning.
In his hand he held an extremely sharp skinning knife that flashed with a cold light.
On the ground, with his limbs locked by several thick iron chains, was another Li Huowang.
Li Huowang’s clothes were torn, his body was covered with shocking scars, and he was bleeding.
The confusion and fear he had in the ward were no longer on his face. Instead, there was a kind of anger and indomitable spirit that came from being forced into a desperate situation.
“Danyangzi!”
Li Huowang gritted his teeth, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
“You evil heretic! If I don’t die today, I will tear you into pieces one day!”
The old Taoist priest called Danyangzi let out a strange laugh that was harsh and unpleasant.
“Li Huowang, don’t be so stubborn.”
“Being the medicinal ingredient for this poor Taoist’s ‘Taisui Immortal Pill’ is a blessing you have cultivated for three lifetimes.”
“If you obediently offer your flesh, blood, and soul, I can spare you some pain.”
As Danyangzi spoke, the skinning knife in his hand slowly fell, cutting a deep gash on Li Huowang’s arm so deep that the bone was visible.
Blood gushed out instantly.
Li Huowang let out a suppressed groan and his body began to tremble violently.
The pain of being skinned and boned alive was clearly transmitted through the light curtain, making every observer’s scalp tingle.
At this moment, the picture was strangely split into two again.
On the left, in the mental hospital, Li Huowang was writhing in the pain of electric shock, muttering the names of some modern drugs, as if he wanted to use them to suppress something.
“Valium… Haloperidol… Give me the medicine quickly…”
His voice was weak, filled with a longing for relief.
On the right, there was Li Huowang, who was tortured by Dan Yangzi in a strange fairy world. A trace of resolute madness flashed in his eyes.
He suddenly looked up and gave Dan Yangzi a hideous and weird smile.
“Dan Yangzi, do you think you can refine me like this?”
“I’m telling you, you’ll never get what you want!”
Before he finished speaking, he actually began to actively practice an extremely evil martial art.
That was the “Da Qian Lu” that was vaguely mentioned before the light curtain.
As the technique was working, the wounds on his body not only did not heal, but were torn apart in an even more horrifying way.
He sacrificed his own pain to some unknown existence in exchange for strange power.
Self-mutilation, sacrifice, pain.
These words, at this moment, turned into the most intuitive and bloody pictures.
Li Huowang in the ward was twitching more violently and moaning more miserably because of the pain he felt in the world on the right.
And Li Huowang in the strange and mysterious world of Taoism maintained his insane clarity in the midst of extreme pain.
Images of two worlds, two completely different yet closely connected pains, were displayed on the light curtain at the same time.
They are intertwined and influence each other, forming a weirdness and horror that cannot be described in words.
Finally, Li Huowang in the strange fairy world coughed violently and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with minced meat.
He raised his head, and his red eyes seemed to penetrate the light curtain and look into the endless void.
His voice was hoarse, but filled with a heartbreaking confusion.
“in the end……”
“What is real?”
“What……”
“Is it fake?”
He repeated the question over and over, his voice growing lower and more desperate.
The confusion and collapse that came from the depths of the soul made all viewers feel suffocated.
At the same time, in the mental hospital.
The doctors who were originally indifferent also stopped what they were doing at this moment.
They looked at each other, and saw a hint of disbelief and horror in each other’s eyes.
One of the young nurses couldn’t help but ask in a trembling voice.
“Director…what he said…Dan Yangzi…alchemy…”
“Could it be… could it be that this is all true?”
The doctor wearing glasses also looked extremely ugly.
He pushed up his glasses, and his eyes behind the lenses flickered, filled with unprecedented hesitation.
All previous medical theories and all pathological analyses seemed pale and powerless at this moment.
If all this is an illusion, how do we explain the tragic scene in another world that is simultaneously displayed on the screen?
If all this is true, then what is the so-called “treatment” they have been giving Li Huowang?
A chilling feeling began to spread in the hearts of these medical staff.
Inside the shelter, there was deathly silence.
The shock he felt earlier because Li Huowang had voluntarily asked for death had now been replaced by a more complex and terrifying emotion.
The burly man holding the steel pipe had his facial muscles twitching violently and uncontrollably.
His lips moved a few times, but no word came out.
The two Li Huowangs who existed and suffered at the same time on the light screen brought him unprecedented visual and spiritual shock.
“Two…two worlds?”
A survivor spoke with difficulty, his voice trembling.
“He…he’s in two places at once?”
The other person’s voice was filled with disbelief.
“One is in that… that place called a mental hospital, and is treated as a lunatic.”
“The other one… in that terrifying and strange immortal world, was being made into an elixir by that old Taoist named Dan Yangzi…?”
There was a sound of gasps from the crowd.
This kind of thing is completely beyond their understanding.
The evil spirits they faced, although terrifying and unreasonable, were at least enemies existing on the same cognitive level.
But now, the light screen shows two worlds, two identities, and two kinds of pain, but they are all concentrated on one person.
“In other words…”
The face of the middle-aged scholar wearing glasses could no longer be described as pale, it was a color that was almost deathly gray.
He held onto the wall and managed to steady himself.
“Li Huowang’s body… might be in that modern mental hospital.”
“And his spirit, or soul… is in that strange and bizarre world full of evil cultivators and strange things?”
“Or maybe…”
The scholar took a deep breath, his voice filled with an indescribable difficulty.
“in turn?”
“His body is suffering inhuman torture in the strange immortal world.”
“And his mind was in a mental hospital, considered insane, and was undergoing so-called ‘treatment’?”
As soon as this speculation came out, the air in the shelter seemed to freeze.
“No… no matter which one…”
The survivor who had previously mocked that there were no real ghosts in the strange fairy world now had a trembling voice and his eyes were filled with deep fear.
“This…this is too scary!”
“If his stay in the mental hospital is real, then the experience in that strange fairy world is an extremely real nightmare.”
“If his time in the strange and mysterious world is real, then everything in the mental hospital is just another form of torture, a torture that denies all his real experiences!”
“So which one is the real him?”
“What is true? What is false?”
Suddenly, a young survivor looked at his hands with confused eyes.
He muttered to himself, his voice carrying a hint of confusion similar to Li Huowang’s.
“Why after I finished watching…”
“I also feel… a little confused?”
“Is everything we are experiencing now real?”
“Is the evil spirit outside the shelter real?”
“Or… are we actually in some ‘mental hospital’ and all this is just an illusion?”
Chapter 28: Is it possible that our world is also fake? (Old version)
The survivors looked at each other and saw the same confusion and fear in each other’s eyes.
The reality they had originally believed in seemed to become less stable under the strange display of the light curtain.
Li Huowang’s words “I really can’t tell the difference” echoed in their hearts like a curse.
The fear of having one’s own cognition completely overturned is stronger and more despairing than facing any evil spirit.
“That’s enough! Stop imagining things!”
The burly man roared suddenly, trying to dispel the strange atmosphere.
But the slight tremor in his voice revealed his inner anxiety.
“This strange and mysterious world… is too weird!”
“It…it doesn’t just torture people’s bodies, it also distorts their cognition and destroys their spirit!”
The previous disdain and contempt have long since disappeared without a trace.
Instead, there is a deeper fear and awe of this unknown world.
They finally understood why this world came before the mysterious revival.
The pain of not being able to distinguish between reality and illusion, the despair of living as if it were an eternal hell, was truly a horror that they could hardly imagine.
Nadutong Company, North China Regional Office.
Zhang Chulan opened his mouth wide, and the expression on his face was as if he had seen a ghost. No, it was even more terrifying than seeing a ghost.
His signature smile, which carried a bit of commercialism and cleverness, was now completely frozen on his face.
The previous bold words of “fire coverage” and “collecting rare treasures” now sounded so pale and powerless, even a little ridiculous.
“I… fuck…”
Zhang Chulan cursed subconsciously, and his voice became a little out of tune.
“This…this fucking…is this something a human can go through?”
He pointed at the light curtain, his fingers trembling slightly with shock.
“One moment he was electrocuted in a mental hospital, and the next moment he was skinned alive by that Dan Yangzi to make an elixir?”
“What the hell is this?”
He felt that his brain was not enough.
This bizarre and unreasonable experience made even this self-proclaimed knowledgeable and experienced person feel deeply powerless.
“If…if I were to reach that strange fairy world…”
Zhang Chulan swallowed his saliva, and the expression on his face was extremely wonderful.
“Don’t even think about using heavy firepower. I think… I think I’d go crazy!”
“One hundred percent crazy!”
He had no doubt about it.
Faced with this kind of torture where even the boundaries between reality and illusion are blurred, the origin of Qi, thunder magic, and golden light spell are probably of no use.
Because what the enemy attacks is not your body, but your spirit, your cognition, and your basic judgment of the world.
“This…how can we fight this?”
Zhang Chulan looked at Feng Baobao and Xu San beside him with a bitter face.
“Sister Baoer, Third Brother, tell me, if this happened to us, would we be able to solve the problem?”
Feng Baobao tilted her head, her clear eyes looking quietly at the light screen, without showing much emotion.
But her hand holding the kitchen knife tightened unconsciously.
“It’s hard to say.”
The baby gave a rare and uncertain answer.
“It seems… very troublesome.”
Xu San pushed his glasses and his expression became extremely serious.
“Chu Lan, do you understand now?”
“Some things cannot be solved by simple firepower or superpowers.”
“The horror of this kind of destruction of the spirit and will is far beyond our imagination.”
He took a deep breath and continued.
“If a person cannot even tell whether he is real or fake, or where he is.”
“Then where does his will and his resistance come from?”
Zhang Chulan was silent.
He recalled everything he had gone through in order to hide the secret and survive in the alien world.
Those calculations, those disguises, those things that are beyond one’s control.
He also felt confused and painful.
But compared with what Li Huowang endured on the light curtain, it was nothing.
“This is no longer just a joke or torture.”
Zhang Chulan muttered to himself, with a hint of fear in his voice.
“This is… playing with a person’s soul!”
He originally thought that the evil spirits in the mysterious resurrected world were already strange and difficult enough.
Now it seems that this strange and mysterious fairy world is the real “source of spiritual pollution”.
“That Danyangzi, and those doctors in the mental hospital…”
“Which one of them is real and which one is fake?”
“Or… are they all part of Li Huowang’s cognition?”
“There’s no solution to this at all!”
The more Zhang Chulan thought about it, the more his scalp tingled, and a deep sense of powerlessness surged in his heart.
For the first time, he began to doubt his own “cleverness”.
In such a world, intelligence and talent may only make you crazy faster.
Deep in the mechanical city, in a quiet room.
Gai Nie sat cross-legged with the Yuanhong sword placed horizontally on his knees.
He watched quietly the scenes on the screen that appeared alternately, showing Li Huowang struggling and suffering in two worlds.
The number one swordsman of the Qin Dynasty has always been known for his calmness and composure. At this moment, his eyes, as deep as an ancient well, also showed a trace of ripples.
He has seen too many lives and deaths, and experienced too much betrayal and pursuit.
There have been confusions and pains.
But he never imagined that a person could be tortured to the point where he could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion.
When Li Huowang’s words “What is true and what is false” came out from the light curtain.
Gai Nie gently closed his eyes and let out an almost inaudible sigh.
“Such a situation…”
He spoke slowly, his voice low and hoarse.
“Perhaps, death is really easier to be relieved than living.”
These words, coming from the mouth of Gai Nie, who has always cherished life and believed that only by being alive can there be hope, carry a particularly heavy weight.
He did not agree with giving up, but he deeply felt the depth of despair.
If living means endless chaos and pain, it means that even self-awareness will completely collapse.
Then, the eternal silence brought by death may become a kind of mercy.
Tianming, who was standing aside, was already frightened by the scene on the screen and his face turned pale.
He clutched the corner of Shao Yu’s clothes tightly, his body trembling slightly.
“Uncle…that Li Huowang…he…he’s so pitiful…”
Tianming’s voice was filled with tears.
He didn’t quite understand why someone would want to die before, thinking that as long as he was alive he could eat roasted pheasant and play with friends.
But now, seeing Li Huowang’s inhuman experience, his young mind was greatly shocked.
“Those bad guys…why did they treat him like that?”
“Sometimes I electrocute him, sometimes I cut his flesh…”
“What did he do wrong?”
Tianming could not understand such pure malice, nor could he imagine such extreme mental confusion.
He just felt that the man named Li Huowang must be in great pain.
Shao Yu’s expression was equally solemn.
Although he is young, as the young master of the Xiang family, his mind is much more mature than his peers.
He looked at the light screen with a frown.
“This is no longer a simple enemy, Tianming.”
Shao Yu said in a deep voice.
“This is… a conspiracy targeting people’s hearts.”
“It makes you unable to distinguish between truth and falsehood, and makes you completely collapse in endless pain and confusion.”
He thought of the fall of the Chu State and the innocent people who died tragically.
Those are national hatreds and family feuds, and they are clearly visible enemies.
But what the strange and mysterious world of immortals displays is a more invisible and sinister terror.
“If a person doesn’t even know who he is or where he is.”
“Then what is the use of his will and his strength?”
Shao Yu turned his gaze to Gai Nie, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.
He knew that Gai Nie was one of the strongest men in the world, with superb swordsmanship and a strong will.
But faced with such a situation, even Gai Nie would probably find it difficult to find a solution.
Because this has gone beyond the scope of martial arts and strategy.
This is a questioning of existence itself.
Songhai City, inside the Little Sage Village.
Fu Nian, Yan Lu and Zhang Liang were also silent for a long time.
The strange scene displayed on the light screen and Li Huowang’s desperate roar deeply shocked their Confucian ideas.
“Preserve the principles of nature and eliminate human desires.”
Fu Nian muttered the Confucian doctrine in a low voice, but his eyes were full of confusion.
“But if even the existence of ‘I’ is blurred, how can we talk about the laws of nature and human desires?”
The folding fan in Zhang Liang’s hand had long stopped waving. He frowned, as if thinking about something.
“The ‘Tao’ of this strange immortal world is probably not the Tao we understand.”
“Its ‘weirdness’ is far beyond the weirdness of ordinary demons and evil spirits.”
“It directly affects people’s minds and shakes their fundamental cognition.”
“That’s the scariest part.”
Yan Lu sighed, and a hint of heaviness appeared on his gentle face.
“In that world, life and death, truth and falsehood, seem to have lost their clear boundaries.”
“The ‘death’ that Li Huowang sought might not be an escape, but a desire for a certainty.”
“At least, death is the only certain end.”
The words of the second-in-command of Confucianism made the disciples present shudder.
The principles they learned and believed in seemed so fragile in the face of such extreme distortion.
Chapter 29: Even more hopeless than Li Huowang is his physical condition! (Old Version)
Just as the observers from all realms were horrified by Li Huowang’s heart-wrenching questioning, the images on the screen, whether it was the oppression of the mental hospital or the bloodiness of the strange fairy world, suddenly dimmed.
The suffocating pain and confusion seemed to be temporarily separated by an invisible curtain.
Then, the golden light that had transformed from the blood-red text disappeared and gathered again in the center of the light curtain.
The light flowed, no longer with the simple declaration from before, but with a deeper and more ominous meaning.
The gilded characters, stroke by stroke, slowly formed on the light curtain as if seeping out from the eternal darkness.
Every word seemed to carry a tremendous weight, emitting a heart-pounding chill.
Line by line, sentence by sentence, a description is constructed that is enough to subvert all cognition and destroy all hope.
“In this world, there are no immortals who have attained enlightenment.”
“Only monsters alienated by the laws of nature.”
“Ordinary people are the leftovers chewed up by the laws of nature.”
“It is the wailing wood in the Nestorian fire.”
“They are the chips used in the gambling game of Zuowangdao.”
“He is also a deformed bodhisattva in the flesh amidst the incense of the Dharma.”
“The deceivers of the Zuowang Dao feed on lies.”
“The bigger the deception, the more powerful it is.”
“There is no humanity in this world.”
“Everything is just something that is eaten away by the laws of nature.”
Each of these lines of words was like a red-hot iron, burning deeply into the hearts of all observers.
The golden color no longer looked sacred, but instead exuded a sense of weirdness and coldness.
Inside the shelter, the atmosphere, which had been somewhat oppressive due to Li Huowang’s miserable condition, completely froze after these golden words appeared.
Dead silence.
A dead silence even deeper than when facing the most terrifying ghost.
The burly man holding the steel pipe had his facial muscles stiff, and his pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip due to extreme shock.
He opened his mouth and made a hoarse sound in his throat, but he couldn’t utter a complete syllable.
It was as if an invisible hand had grabbed his throat and strangled everyone’s breath.
“this……”
A young survivor, his voice shaking like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, with a crying tone.
“Are you talking about…that strange fairy world?”
No one answered him.
Because the answer is self-evident, and because everyone is so shocked by the cruel truth that they lose the ability to speak.
“No… no immortal?”
“Only… monsters?”
“Ordinary people are… slag? Firewood? Pawns?”
Each of these words was like a heavy hammer, hitting their fragile nerves hard.
They have experienced the despair of doomsday, witnessed the horror of evil spirits, and thought they had enough understanding of the cruelty of the world.
But these few short lines of words on the screen shattered all their cognition.
The middle-aged scholar wearing glasses staggered and almost fell to the ground.
He stretched out his hand and grasped the cold wall beside him tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.
His lips were trembling and his face was even paler than when he saw Li Huowang being skinned.
“Heaven’s Way…alienation…”
“Heaven’s way…cannibalizes…”
He muttered to himself, his eyes filled with unprecedented fear and despair.
“So…so that’s how it is…”
“It turns out that world isn’t a place for cultivating immortality and seeking the truth…”
“It’s a… a completely twisted, completely polluted… hell!”
“Is this still humane?”
Finally, the burly man let out a hoarse, beast-like growl.
His eyes were red and bloodshot.
“Is there even an ounce of humanity left in this person?!”
“They burn people like firewood! They bet on them! They chew them up and use them as scraps!”
“What the hell is this place!”
His anger was mixed with a deeper fear.
Because from this description, he smelled a malice that was purer and more irresistible than that of a ghost.
A malice directed against all living things, coming from the world itself.
“No wonder……”
A survivor who had previously questioned Li Huowang’s mental state now had a trembling voice and his face was full of regret and understanding.
“No wonder Li Huowang always says… always says he can’t tell the difference…”
“In a place like that… in a place where reality is so cruel…”
“Who can tell the difference?”
“If…if you tell me that everything we are going through now, the evil spirits we are facing, are just a game in the eyes of a higher being, and we are just insignificant pawns…”
His voice trailed off, with an infectious desperation.
Another survivor interjected, his voice tinged with tears.
“If any one of us were put in Li Huowang’s position…”
“Don’t say you can’t tell the difference…”
“I…I’m afraid I can’t even last a day!”
“No, I can’t even hold out for an hour!”
“Compared to that world, here… here is simply heaven!”
As soon as these words were spoken, suppressed sobs were heard in the shelter.
They once thought that their world was bad enough and hopeless enough.
But now, compared with the strange fairy world, the pain they endured seemed to have something to compare it to, and it didn’t seem so… extreme.
“Li Huowang…how on earth did he survive?”
Someone asked in a breathy voice, full of awe and pity for the soul struggling in endless pain.
“What he endured… was not only physical torture, but also mental tearing…”
“Now it seems that the truth of the entire world is ruthlessly crushing us!”
The middle-aged scholar took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
But his trembling hands revealed his extreme inner unrest.
“This ‘Heavenly Way’… is probably the root of all the weirdness and madness in that world.”
“It’s not a god, nor is it a Buddha. It’s a… a terrifying existence that feeds on living beings.”
“The liars of the Zuowang Dao feed on lies, and the bigger the deception, the more powerful it becomes…”
“This suggests that in that world, ‘truth’ itself might be a curse.”
“And ‘lies’ can actually bring power.”
“What a ridiculous and twisted law this is!”
His analysis made the survivors around him feel terrified.
The previous confusion about Li Huowang’s words “I really can’t tell the difference” disappeared at this moment.
What replaced it was a deep understanding, and with it, an even stronger fear.
They began to doubt whether the “truth” they firmly believed in was equally fragile and vulnerable in the eyes of higher-level beings.
The fear of having one’s cognition overturned spreads quietly like a maggot on the tarsal bone.
Zhang Chulan suddenly stood up from the chair, and his movement was so big that he almost knocked the chair over.
He opened his eyes wide, staring intently at the lines of gold-plated characters on the screen. The expression on his face could no longer be described as horrifying.
It was a distortion mixed with disbelief, extreme absurdity, and deep fear.
His signature smile, which carried a bit of commercialism and cleverness, had long since disappeared without a trace, replaced by a pale face.
Zhang Chulan cursed subconsciously again, his voice hoarse and with a noticeable tremor.
“What the hell is this?!”
He pointed at the light curtain, his fingers shaking violently from excessive shock.
“There are no immortals, only monsters?”
“Ordinary people are just dregs, firewood, or bargaining chips?”
“The liar of Zuowang Dao becomes stronger by lying?”
“This world… Is there any fucking hope for this world?!”
He felt as if his brain was being rushed by ten thousand alpacas, turning it into a mess.
This naked truth that tore apart all beauty and hope made even this self-proclaimed “unwavering and unyielding” person, who was used to seeing the evil in people’s hearts, feel a pang of palpitations.
“Sister Baoer… Third Brother…”
Zhang Chulan turned his head with difficulty and looked at Feng Baobao and Xu San beside him, his voice a little hazy.
“You…do you understand?”
“This strange fairyland…it…it’s not a place for humans at all!”
Feng Baobao still tilted her head, her clear eyes staring quietly at the light screen, as if trying to understand the meaning of the words.
After a moment, she let out a soft “hmm”.
“These words… make me uncomfortable.”
She rarely uses the word “uncomfortable” to describe her feelings, which is enough to illustrate the impact those words have on her.
Xu San pushed his glasses, his eyes behind the lenses were extremely solemn, and his face was so gloomy that it seemed like water was about to drip out of it.
“I see……”
Xu San spoke slowly, his voice low and suppressed.
“I now completely understand why Li Huowang went crazy.”
“I also understand why that world is ranked before the mysterious revival.”
“Because what it shows is a fundamental despair.”
He took a deep breath, and there was an imperceptible tremor in his tone.
“If the essence of a world’s ‘Way of Heaven’ is devouring and alienating…”
“If all ‘cultivation’ will only lead to ‘monsters’…”
“If ‘humanity’ itself is a luxury, an object to be devoured…”
“Then, what is the meaning of the lives within it, their struggles, their beliefs, their loves and hates?”
“Everything… is just chewed up scraps, wailing firewood, and chips on the gambling table.”
Every word Xu San said was like a cold scalpel, dissecting the cruel nature of that world.
Zhang Chulan felt cold all over after hearing this, and a thin layer of cold sweat oozed out of his forehead.
He suddenly felt inexplicably dizzy, and the golden words on the screen in front of him seemed to begin to twist and rotate.
Zhang Chulan covered his forehead with his hands, his voice sounding somewhat painful.
“Why do I feel a little… a little insane just by looking at this light curtain?”
He shook his head, trying to shake off the discomfort.
“Could it be… could it be that I am also beginning to lose my sense of distinction?”
When this thought came to his mind, Zhang Chulan was shocked himself.
He quickly pinched his thigh hard, and the severe pain made him a little more awake.
“Damn…this thing…it’s poisonous!”
Zhang Chulan said with lingering fear.
“It not only displays horror, it also pollutes the spirits of those who watch it!”
He looked at the light curtain, his eyes full of fear.
“That world… can’t be understood by common sense at all.”
“What about firepower coverage, what about collecting rare treasures… Under those rules, it’s all a fucking joke!”
His previous little calculations now seemed extremely childish and ridiculous.
“If you really throw me there…”
Zhang Chulan shuddered.
“I don’t even know what made me crazy.”
“No, I probably wouldn’t even realize I’m crazy, because the whole world is crazy!”
The more he thought about it, the more creepy he felt, and a feeling of powerlessness from the depths of his soul enveloped him tightly.
“This is no longer just a joke or torture…”
Zhang Chulan said in a dry voice.
“This is… denying everything!”
“Deny life, deny meaning, deny all possibilities of progress!”
Feng Baobao silently gripped the kitchen knife tighter in her hand, and the blade flashed a cold light under the light.
Although she didn’t quite understand the complicated principles, she could feel the heaviness and uneasiness emanating from Zhang Chulan and Xu San.
She could also feel that behind the words on the screen, there was something hidden that she really, really disliked…
Within the major life forbidden zones, those ancient beings who had cut themselves in pieces and were sleeping in the immortal source, now revealed a trace of fluctuation from the deep silence.
The gilded characters on the light screen were clearly reflected in their perception.
These supreme beings who once looked down upon the nine heavens and ten earths, launched dark turmoil, and regarded all things as straw dogs, also fell into a long silence after seeing this description.
They have experienced the most brutal wars, witnessed the birth and death of the universe, and paid an unimaginable price in order to become immortals and achieve eternal life.
Their understanding of “Tao” and pursuit of “immortality” have long been deeply rooted in their bones.
However, the words on the light screen were like the sharpest sword, directly piercing through their eternal and immortal Dao hearts.
“There is no… immortal who has achieved enlightenment?”
An old and majestic voice came from the deepest part of a restricted area, with a hint of incredible confusion.
“Only… a monster transformed by the Heavenly Dao?”
This concept was like a bolt from the blue for those creatures who had devoted their entire lives to the pursuit of immortality, even at the cost of transforming themselves into forbidden beings.
If what awaits at the end of the “immortal road” in that world is not eternity and transcendence, but another form of distortion and corruption, then what is the point of everything they have done?
“Ordinary people are the dregs chewed up by the Heavenly Dao… the wailing firewood in the Nestorianist fire… the chips wagered on the gambling table of the Zuowang Dao… the deformed flesh-and-blood Bodhisattvas amidst the incense of the Dharma…”
Another cold voice sounded, with a kind of indifference that seemed to show a deep understanding of the world, but at this moment it was also mixed with a subtle hesitation.
“This ‘Heavenly Dao’… has such a big appetite.”
“They take all living beings as food and the world as pasture.”
“The liars of the Zuowang Dao feed on lies. The bigger the deception, the more powerful they become…”
Someone whispered to himself, his tone full of absurdity.
“This…what kind of Tao is this? What kind of Dharma is this?”
“Building power through lies runs counter to the great principles we seek, yet… it’s strangely similar to the ultimate form of certain forbidden methods.”
In their cognition, power comes from the understanding of the Tao and the control of the rules of the universe.
Lies are just falsehoods.
But in that world, falsehood seems to have the power to subvert reality.
“There is no humanity in this world. Everything is just the product of the laws of nature…”
This sentence, like the final verdict, declares the nature of that world.
There was dead silence.
The atmosphere in the restricted area was more solemn and depressing than on the eve of any previous dark turmoil.
“They say darkness brings chaos and despair…”
After a long time, a supreme being who had launched more than one dark turmoil and whose hands were stained with the blood of billions of lives, slowly spoke, his voice filled with unprecedented fatigue and confusion.
“In order to prolong our lives, and to await the path to immortality, we are willing to transform into darkness and devour all life.”
“Every time, I thought it was the greatest despair in the world.”
“But……”
He paused, as if trying to organize some inexpressible emotion.
“But why…”
“Why, after reading this description, do I feel that this strange and mysterious immortal world is even more despairing than the dark turmoil we started?”
This sentence caused a subtle resonance in all the restricted areas.
Although the dark turmoil is cruel and bloody, it at least has a clear purpose – to survive and become immortal.
There is still someone to fight against – the enemies who block their way, the creatures who don’t want to be devoured.
It is the ultimate cruelty under the law of the jungle, a struggle for survival at all costs.
Chapter 30: The Warhammer World Ranking, a world where even the dead can’t find peace! (Old Version)
The light curtain still shone with golden light, and those lines of words, like an eternal curse, were deeply imprinted in the soul of every observer.
Just when everyone thought that this was the extreme of despair, and that the terrifying and strange world of immortals had already revealed its most hideous side, the golden text on the light screen began to slowly fade away without any warning.
As if wiped away by an invisible hand.
What replaced it was new, still the gilded text, which, like a red-hot iron, re-condensed and re-emerged.
This change once again tightened the hearts of all those who had just endured a huge shock.
“There’s…there’s more?”
In the mysterious resurrection world, inside the shelter, a survivor uttered two words in a dry voice, filled with fatigue and fear.
“What else does it want to tell us?”
“Could it be… could it be that there is something more terrifying than the alteration of the laws of nature, turning all living things into firewood?”
Deathly silence descended once again, but this time, there was an almost numb foreboding in the silence.
They felt like prisoners about to be tortured to death, one cut after another, without end.
At Nadutong Company, Xu San pursed his lips tightly, and his eyes behind the lenses were bloodshot.
He had just barely pulled himself out of the terrifying concept of “denying everything” and was trying to digest the despair.
But now, a new unknown lies before us.
Zhang Chulan’s face was pale, and the veins on his forehead were still twitching slightly.
He was breathing heavily, as if he had just run a marathon.
“Don’t… don’t come…”
He was almost begging.
“I really… I really don’t want to watch it anymore…”
“If I keep looking at it, I’m afraid I won’t be able to tell the difference!”
Feng Baobao looked at the light screen silently, and a rare trace of solemnity appeared in her clear eyes.
She could feel the negative emotions that were almost overflowing from Zhang Chulan and Xu San.
In the major life forbidden zones, those ancient supreme beings had just managed to calm down the slight ripples in their hearts from the shock that had shaken them to the meaning of “Tao” and “Immortality”.
At this moment, the light curtain changed again, causing their aura, which had just subsided, to fluctuate again.
“What is it again?”
There was a whisper from the Supreme Being, with a tiredness in his voice that was unprecedented in eternity.
“This light curtain… seems unwilling to stop until it completely overturns all the world’s cognition.”
“Could it be that the horrors of that strange and mysterious immortal world have not yet been fully revealed?”
They, who once regarded all things as ants, now have an unprecedented concern and…fear for Li Huowang, an ordinary mortal in that distant world, and the world he lives in.
Under the gaze of countless creatures from all the major worlds, new gilded characters slowly became clear on the light curtain. Each stroke seemed to carry a heavy weight, weighing on everyone’s heart.
Compared to the cruelty of the rules of the strange and mysterious world of Taoism, perhaps the most chilling thing is Li Huowang’s physique.
[An ordinary protagonist, with a special physique, may be a rare Taoist body, or be blessed with great luck, able to turn misfortune into fortune, or be born with supernatural powers, and his cultivation progresses rapidly.][All of these are beneficial to their practice and will help them reach the pinnacle.]【However, Li Huowang is different.】
On the screen, the three words “Li Huowang” seemed to be slightly enlarged, with an inexplicable emphasis.
[His peculiarity is not only useless, but also like an endless torture to his soul.]The more he clearly understands the truth of the strange immortal world, the faster the collapse of the ‘real world’ will accelerate.
The more he tries to maintain his ‘humanity’ and ‘reason’, the more he will be torn between the realities of the two worlds.
[Ultimately, his own existence or non-existence will become an unsolvable and inescapable paradox.][He is the connecting point between the two worlds, and also the wound caused by the mutual erosion between the two worlds.]【To be awake is to accelerate destruction.】
[Living is a torture in itself.]This passage is not as grand and bloody as the previous descriptions of the world view.
But the unsolvable despair contained therein for the fate of individuals is like an invisible poisonous sting, precisely piercing the deepest part of the soul of every viewer.
If the previous description was a world-class disaster film, then now it is an extreme mental torture focusing on the protagonist himself.
In a dilapidated temple somewhere, Li Huowang was curled up in a corner, covered with tattered cotton wool that he had picked up from somewhere.
His eyes were sometimes clear, sometimes cloudy, and his face showed a fatigue that penetrated deep into his bones.
Naturally, he also “saw” the words on the light screen.
Or in other words, it is “perceived”.
Those words seemed to be directly imprinted on his consciousness.
“Oh……”
Li Huowang let out a meaningless chuckle, full of self-mockery and helplessness.
“What can I do?”
His voice was hoarse, like the sound of an old bellows.
“What the hell can I do!”
He sat up straight suddenly, his skinny fingers clutching his hair tightly, his eyes full of bloodshot.
“In this damn place, I’m trying my best to survive!”
“I live in fear every day, hovering on the brink of life and death every day!”
“I don’t want to die! I just want to live!”
His voice was tearful, filled with endless grievance and anger.
“But back to that ‘reality’, they said I was mentally ill!”
“They locked me up! They gave me shots! They gave me pills!”
“They said I was crazy! They said I imagined a world that didn’t exist!”
Li Huowang banged his head against the cold wall, making a dull thud.
“Which one is real? Which one is fake?”
“If this place is fake, why is the pain so real? Why is the despair so piercing?”
“If it’s real there, why are my memories of it so vivid? Why are my experiences here so profound?”
“My physique…”
He muttered to himself, a flash of understanding in his eyes, but then it was replaced by deeper despair.
“The more I try to figure it out, the more I’m going to mess it up?”
“The more awake I am, the more dangerous that ‘home’ becomes?”
“What the hell is this? What kind of fucking physique is this!”
“Others are God’s chosen ones, am I the damned one condemned by God?!”
He let out a beast-like growl, his voice filled with endless sadness and unwillingness.
“I just want to survive… I just want to be a normal person… Why is it so difficult…”
No one could answer him.
The only responses he received were the howling wind outside the temple and the eerie, faint sounds of chanting coming from afar.
Inside the shelter, the atmosphere was even more depressing than before.
If the previous fear was towards the entire strange and mysterious world of immortals, then now, this fear has become more concrete and more focused on the tragic fate of Li Huowang himself.
The burly man holding the steel pipe had trembling lips and could not utter a complete sentence.
He felt as if his heart was being gripped by an icy hand, and breathing became difficult.
“This… How can people live like this?”
A young survivor, his voice trembling and crying.
“If it were me…if I had this physique…”
“I…I would rather not know the truth from the beginning and continue to be crazy!”
“The price of awakening is destruction… This… This is too cruel!”
Yang Jian stood at the edge of the crowd, his ghostly eye flickering slightly with red light, his face was calm, but there was a hint of ripples in the depths of his eyes.
He has seen life and death, and has experienced despair.
The price of controlling evil spirits is itself a dance on a tightrope with death.
But at this moment, he had to admit that the dilemma Li Huowang faced was of another level of despair that was even more unsolvable.
“Compared to ghosts…”
Yang Jian spoke slowly, his voice as calm as ever, but with a barely perceptible heaviness.
“It is indeed this strange and mysterious world that makes people even more desperate.”
He paused, his gaze fixed on the still flickering light curtain.
“The ghosts we face, though terrifying and unsolvable, are an external threat.”
“We can confront, we can limit, and even… control.”
“But Li Huowang’s enemies partly come from the strangeness of that world, and partly from himself.”
“It comes from his ‘awakeness’ and his ‘cognition’.”
Yang Jian’s normal eye narrowed slightly, as if he was deducing something.
“If I were to go to the strange fairy world…”
He whispered to himself, as if asking himself, or stating a cruel possibility.
“I’m afraid… I can’t tell the difference.”
“When your own rationality accelerates the arrival of disaster, when your very existence is a paradox…”
“Any attempt to maintain normalcy will only lead you deeper into trouble.”
“This is a kind of despair that fundamentally denies the possibility of ‘self-rescue’.”
Huang Ziya, who was beside him, was as pale as paper and his body was trembling slightly.
Although she was also a ghost rider and had witnessed many horrific scenes, the mental torture described on the screen made her feel a shudder that came from her soul.
“This… this is more painful than being killed by a ghost…”
She murmured.
“At least being killed by a demon only takes a moment… But he has to endure this torture forever…”
The middle-aged scholar pushed his glasses, and the eyes behind the lenses were filled with complex emotions.
“paradox……”
He whispered.
“A paradox walking in the world…”
“His very existence is a mockery of the boundary between ‘reality’ and ‘illusion’.”
“This is no longer just a question of survival, this is… this is a question of the meaning of existence.”
“If his ‘real world’ collapses because he wakes up, then what is the point of him trying to survive and stay awake?”
“Save a world that will be destroyed by his saving?”
This question made everyone in the shelter feel terrified and absurd.
“I…I fuck…fuck!”
Zhang Chulan suddenly sat back on the chair with a dull sound, his face even uglier than before, as if he had just been pulled out of ice water.
Cold sweat, big beads of cold sweat, seeped out from his forehead, nose tip, and back, soaking his clothes in an instant.
He held his head in his hands and his body shook uncontrollably.
“The more… the more awake… the more broken?”
His voice was hoarse, filled with extreme shock and fear.
“What the hell is this setting?”
“Is there still a way for people to survive?!”
Zhang Chulan felt that his three views were being repeatedly crushed, crushed, and then reshaped into a shape that he could not understand at all.
“Aren’t all protagonists cheaters? Aren’t the more awesome they are, the better?”
“How come when it comes to this Li Huowang, his awesomeness… is that he accelerates the destruction of himself and the world!”
“This…this is worse than being a fool!”
He suddenly raised his head and looked at Xu San and Feng Baobao, his eyes full of panic.
“Third Brother, Sister Baoer, what do you think… does this… does this mean that Li Huowang had no choice from the very beginning?”
“Either he will be tortured to death by those monsters in the Dao Weird Immortal World, or in the so-called ‘real world’, as he increasingly understands the truth about Dao Weird Immortal, will that ‘real world’ be destroyed?”
“Isn’t this a dead end?! A complete and utter dead end!”
Xu San’s face was terribly gloomy. He pushed his glasses, and the lenses reflected the cold golden light on the screen.
“I said before that this world is a place of fundamental despair…”
He spoke slowly, his voice tinged with bitterness.
“Now it seems that this despair is not just on the level of worldview, but also directly affects Li Huowang as an individual.”
“His physique is the epitome of this despair.”
“The more he struggled, the tighter the rope became.”
“Every effort he made, every attempt to see the truth, only helped push himself deeper into the abyss.”
Xu San took a deep breath, his tone full of powerlessness.
“This is a kind of…malice at the level of fate.”
“It takes away all the rights to choose, leaving only a continuous path towards destruction.”
Feng Baobao tilted her head, looking at Zhang Chulan who was almost on the verge of collapse, silently reached out her hand and gently patted his shoulder.
Her movements were a little clumsy, but carried a subtle hint of comfort.
“Zhang Chulan, are you feeling unwell?”
She asked softly.
Zhang Chulan grabbed Feng Baobao’s hand as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.
“Sister Baoer… I… I feel cold all over…”
His teeth were chattering.
“This thing… it’s not only poisonous, it’s also heart-wrenching!”
“It allows you to watch a person soberly walk towards destruction in an environment with absolutely no hope and no way out!”
“This… this is even more painful than watching him get skinned and cramped!”
“At least that was physical pain, but this… this will completely crush you mentally!”
The more he thought about it, the more fear he felt, a kind of fear that came from putting himself in someone else’s shoes.
If he were Li Huowang, what would he do?
Zhang Chulan didn’t dare to think further.
He was afraid that he would really go crazy.
“This Li Huowang…what does he want?”
Zhang Chulan muttered to himself, his eyes full of confusion.
“In that situation, why did he still try to stay awake? Why did he still want to understand the reality of that world?”
“Isn’t it good to be a fool? Isn’t it good to be a real madman?”
“At least… at least that won’t accelerate the collapse of the other world!”
Xu Si was smoking silently beside him. His face looked extremely solemn in the smoke.
“perhaps……”
Xu Si exhaled a puff of smoke and spoke slowly.
“For him, ‘awakeness’ itself is his last hold.”
“Even if that clarity leads to destruction, it is better than sinking completely into chaos and madness.”
“This is a kind of… tragic battle that belongs to him.”
Zhang Chulan’s body trembled when he heard this, and the horror on his face faded a little, replaced by a more complicated emotion.
Tragic?
Is it possible to describe this never-ending torture as tragic?
He couldn’t understand or imagine it.
All the major life restricted areas fell into a long silence again.
The Dao hearts of those supreme beings who cut themselves with a sword had been shaken before.
At this moment, Li Huowang’s peculiar “physique” made them feel an indescribable sense of absurdity.
“The more awake, the more broken…”
An ancient Supreme repeated these words in a low voice, a hint of confusion in his voice.
“This… this is completely contrary to what we seek.”
What they pursue is to understand the origin and control the rules. The more clear-headed and powerful they are, the closer they are to the true meaning of the Tao.
But the clearer Li Huowang’s “Tao” becomes, the closer he is to destruction.
“His existence itself is a curse.”
Another Supreme spoke indifferently, but there was a subtle ripple in his tone.
“This kind of physique is more direct and cruel than any divine punishment.”
“It not only tortures the body, but also constantly tears apart the soul and erodes the will.”
Chapter 31: The despair of the Warhammer world lies in the fact that good qualities and spirits correspond to evil gods. The more advanced you are, the easier it is to target them! (Old version)
The vast curtain of light on the dark side of the universe, after a brief silence, the gilded words on it quietly disappeared like flowing water.
Then, new words appeared again, carrying a deeper and colder meaning, and began to outline the contours of another world.
“The new world of despair is on the list.”
This concise announcement made the hearts of all the creatures staring at the light curtain tighten.
“Warhammer World Rankings.”
Li Huowang stared at the changes in the light screen with his bloodshot eyes. When he saw the words “Warhammer World Ranking”, an indescribable surprise and…dissatisfaction emerged on his face which was distorted by pain and confusion?
“Next one?”
His voice was hoarse, with a hint of anger at being ignored.
“Why is it the next world?”
Li Huowang’s hunched body leaned forward slightly, as if he wanted to see through the light curtain and catch those beings who were judging the world he was in.
“I also want these people from different worlds to feel how hopeless our strange and mysterious world is!”
He almost growled, saliva flying from his cracked lips.
“Let them all feel my pain! How could it be over so quickly?”
He felt a rage in his chest, a crazy desire to pour out all the suffering he had endured and let everyone feel the same.
He hoped that those high-ranking beings, those guys who were watching from the sidelines, could understand what he was going through every moment, the torment of being unable to distinguish between truth and falsehood and the collapse of reason.
He hoped that they could see the alienated “immortals”, the villagers struggling in endless suffering, and the deepest malice in this world.
Now, the light curtain is about to turn to the next world?
This made him feel an inexplicable sense of loss, as if his deepest scars were about to be hastily covered up before they could be fully revealed.
On the rooftop of the abandoned building, Yang Jian’s scarlet ghost eyes calmly watched the changes in the light screen.
When the words “Warhammer World Ranking” appeared, there was not much expression on his pale face, only his eyes moved slightly.
“What is this Warhammer world?”
His voice was still cold, and no emotion could be heard.
“It can actually be ranked ahead of that strange fairy world?”
Yang Jian’s brows knitted slightly as he quickly analyzed the situation in his mind.
The fundamental distortion and pollution displayed by the strange and bizarre world of Taoism, and the complete subversion of “truth” and “human nature”, have exceeded his conventional understanding of horror.
In his opinion, such a world was even more suffocating than the resurrected evil spirits he was facing.
Now, this world called “Warhammer” is rated even higher than it?
This made him feel a little solemn.
At this moment, in other cities and other corners that Yang Jian didn’t know about, people who had also witnessed the changes in the light screen also burst into low exclamations and discussions.
“No way?” A young ghost rider asked with a trembling voice.
“Is this Warhammer world even more terrifying than the strange fairy world?” Another more experienced person in charge had a look of disbelief on his face.
“The world of Dao Weird Immortal, just hearing the description makes my soul tremble!”
“Ordinary people are scum, immortals are monsters, lies are power, humanity does not exist…”
“This setting has already reached the limit of despair, right?”
“This Warhammer world, why is it ranked at the top?”
“Is there a setting more devastating than ‘Everything is false, all beings are food’?”
People were whispering to each other, their faces filled with confusion and vague uneasiness.
They had just breathed a sigh of relief from the terrifying description of the strange fairy world, and now they were told that there was an even more desperate world.
It feels like waking up from a nightmare, only to find yourself in another, even deeper nightmare.
The world of the mysterious master.
In a secret gathering place, members of the Tarot Club are sharing the scenes on the light screen in a special way.
“The Hanged Man” Alger Wilson looked at the new list on the screen, a hint of solemnity flashing in his deep eyes.
“A world more desperate than the strange and bizarre immortal world has appeared?” He whispered to himself, with a cautious tone.
He recalled the previous description of the strange and mysterious world of immortals. The alienation of the Way of Heaven and the erosion of existence itself had already shocked him greatly.
In his opinion, that was almost the ultimate manifestation of the evil god’s infection.
“Justice” Audrey Hall’s beautiful emerald eyes, like gems, were filled with worry and confusion.
She bit her lower lip lightly and whispered to Susie beside her: “Susie, did you see that?”
“This Warhammer world, judging by the name… doesn’t seem to have anything special about it.”
Susie, the big golden retriever, tilted her head and let out a low, confused whimper from her throat.
Audrey continued, “The description of the strange fairy world is enough to give me chills just by imagining it.”
“Why is this Warhammer world ranked ahead of it?”
“Why is it more despairing than the strange fairy world?”
In a nondescript room in distant Backlund, Klein Moretti, through the gray fog, also clearly saw the changes on the light screen.
He tapped the old wooden table with his fingers, making a rhythmic sound.
“Warhammer World…” He muttered the name.
“Even more desperate than Dao Weird Immortal?”
Klein frowned slightly. He thought of those crazy followers of the evil god, the terror of losing control, and the indescribable whispers in the depths of the universe.
What the strange and mysterious world of Taoism displays is a collapse at the rule level and a complete subversion of the cognitive system.
What kind of horror will this Warhammer world be?
Elsewhere, the angel Amon, the “Fool” who was imprisoned in eternal darkness, passed by with a faint smile on his face. His deep eyes sparkled with joy, as if he was looking forward to an even more exciting drama.
“Oh? There’s actually a level of despair that can surpass that ‘Daogui’ world?”
“This is really… getting more and more interesting.”
Just as the creatures from various worlds were discussing and speculating about this new ranking, the light curtain changed again.
The gilded characters on it flow slowly, like molten gold, recombining into new sentences.
A line of words filled with ominous and heavy atmosphere was clearly displayed in front of everyone.
“How despairing is the Warhammer world—”
This line of words seemed to have some kind of magic, which instantly quieted the noisy discussions and attracted everyone’s attention.
Then, the next line of words, like a final judgment, slowly emerged with a suffocating chill.
“This is a world where even death cannot bring peace.”
When this line of words appeared, the whole world seemed to be quiet for a moment.
What followed was an even more violent uproar and shock.
“Even death can’t be peaceful?!”
A ghost rider who had just experienced an S-level supernatural event and survived by chance, his face instantly turned as pale as paper.
“In Daoguiyixian’s world, no matter how painful or hopeless it is, death should be the end of it all!” He shouted hoarsely, with a mixture of relief at surviving a disaster and fear of new horrors.
“My body was corroded, my mind was twisted, and I became food for the monsters. That was already the ultimate pain!”
“But if death can bring relief, then at least there’s still a glimmer of hope, a final mercy!”
“Why? Why in this Warhammer world, even death can’t be at peace?!”
“What does this even mean?”
“What happens after death? Is it more painful than life?”
“Will the soul be imprisoned and tortured forever?”
Countless questions and fears breed and spread in people’s hearts.
In the world they live in, evil spirits have revived and death is always around.
But for most people, death at least means the end of pain.
Now, this Warhammer world is depriving us of even this last comfort.
Yang Jian stood on the rooftop of the abandoned building, his scarlet ghost eyes flashing with unprecedented sharpness.
“Even death cannot bring peace…” He repeated these words in a low voice, his voice even colder than the cold wind around him.
His ghost eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the light curtain and see the true face of that world.
Evil spirits are the product of rules. They bring death and fear, but they themselves are also a form of existence “after death.”
The malice contained in the four words “no peace” seemed deeper and purer than any evil spirit he had ever seen.
There, death is not the end, but the beginning of another, more terrifying thing?
Yang Jian remained silent, but his heart was filled with turbulent waves.
For the first time, he felt such a strong fear of an unknown world.
Li Huowang stared blankly at the line of cold words on the screen.
Every word was like an icy awl, piercing his mind fiercely.
The astonishment and dissatisfaction on his face disappeared in an instant, replaced by a deeper and more pure horror.
“Even…even death…can’t bring me relief?”
His lips trembled and his teeth chattered uncontrollably, making a slight “clacking” sound.
Before, he was still feeling resentful that the suffering of his world had not been adequately “displayed”.
He thought that what he had experienced was the extreme of despair.
Fooled by the Zuowang Dao, eroded by all kinds of weirdness, struggling painfully between reality and illusion, watching the people around him become unrecognizable one by one, and even he himself could not tell who he was.
This kind of pain is enough to drive any normal person completely crazy.
In some desperate moments, he even vaguely hoped for the arrival of death, perhaps that would be a relief.
But now, the light curtain told him that there was a world where even death could not bring peace.
“That…that would be so hopeless!”
Li Huowang’s voice was filled with incredible fear, even more fearful than when he faced Dan Yangzi and those twisted “immortals and Buddhas”.
Because no matter how scary those things are, they only affect the level of “life”.
And in this Warhammer world, even “death” is not spared!
“Even more desperate than…than where we are?” he muttered to himself, his eyes empty.
“When I was alive, I was chewed up like scraps by the heavens. After I die, my soul will continue to suffer?”
“This… this doesn’t have even a shred of hope!”
He felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet and instantly spreading throughout his limbs and bones, even his bone marrow seemed to be frozen.
He couldn’t imagine what kind of hell on earth a world where even death couldn’t provide shelter would be.
In other words, it can no longer be called the “human world”.
When the words “This is a world where even death cannot find peace” appeared, the atmosphere inside the Tarot Club froze instantly.
“Justice” Audrey unconsciously covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes filled with horror and pity.
“It’s… too cruel…” Her voice trembled slightly.
“How can there be such a… such a world that completely deprives all hope?”
As an “audience”, she could keenly sense the heavy despair implied behind this line of text, which was as tangible as a substance and made her almost breathless.
“Those who live in that world…how will they face each day? And how will they face their inevitable death?”
Alger, the Hanged Man, also looked extremely serious.
He sailed on the raging sea, witnessed countless strangeness and horrors, and knew the cruelty of death.
But “no peace after death” was beyond his understanding of ordinary disasters.
“Does this mean the eternal imprisonment of the soul, or does it mean that even the chance of reincarnation is completely cut off, and one can only waste away in endless pain?” He analyzed in a low voice, frowning.
Klein Moretti was above the gray fog, looking at the words in silence for a long time.
He thought of the “River of Eternal Darkness”, of the resentful souls who could not rest in peace even after death, and of the evil gods’ coveting and pollution of souls.
But what is described in this Warhammer world seems to be more universal and more…systematic than those.
“Even death can’t provide a final refuge.” Klein’s fingertips felt slightly cold.
“This means that the power of that world has permeated every level of existence, including ‘The End’ itself.”
“This isn’t something that could be caused by an ordinary evil god or loss of control. This is probably some more fundamental, more irresistible, regular despair.”
He couldn’t help but think of the “Source Castle” on his body, and those ancient beings sleeping in the mist of history.
This universe hides far more horrors than he could have imagined.
And in that boundless darkness, the corners of Amon’s mouth curled up into an even more obvious arc, and his eyes flashed with an almost fanatical light.
“Oh? This is truly… a perfect ‘work of art’.”
“Despair is carried to such an extent that even the ‘end’ itself becomes part of the despair.”
“It’s… so wonderful.”
“It’s worth my careful study.”
Outside the Big Dipper Star Region, those ancient and modern supreme beings who stood side by side could not help but feel a huge ripple of emotion when they saw the description of the afterlife in the Warhammer world on the light screen, even though they had long been indifferent to life and death.
An ancient supreme being who cut himself with a sword and was barely surviving in the restricted area had a trace of fear in his eyes.
“There is no peace even after death…” He whispered to himself, with an imperceptible tremor in his voice.
They launched dark chaos and devoured the life essence of billions of lives in order to survive, which in itself was an extreme fear and resistance to death.
But the “immortality” and “eternal life” they seek are at least within the scope of “life”.
This Warhammer world even deprives people of peace after death.
“This is even more completely hopeless than turning into a cold stone statue in the restricted area, or becoming the sustenance for others to prolong their lives.” Another domineering figure snorted coldly, but his tone was unprecedentedly solemn.
“The cruelty of its ‘Tao’ and the brutality of its ‘Law’ can actually extend beyond the extinction of all living beings?”
The young emperor who had previously proposed to connect the strange fairy world with his own world now had an even stranger light flashing in his eyes, a light that was a mixture of extreme danger and extreme excitement.
“Interesting… Really interesting…” He spoke slowly, with a hint of inexplicable excitement in his voice.
“A world where even death cannot escape its horrors…”
“If one could comprehend a little of this ‘Tao’, this ‘rule’…”
He didn’t finish his words, but the other Supremes already understood what he meant.
For those who pursue ultimate power and desire to break free from their shackles, any power beyond their comprehension may hide the secret to a higher realm.
The “weirdness” of the strange fairy world of Taoism made them see the possibility of another Tao.
The “no peace after death” shown in this Warhammer world allows them to glimpse a more thorough and domineering power of rules.
Chapter 32: One becomes more desperate the more awake he becomes, while the other becomes more desperate the more he strives for progress. These two worlds are simply at their limit! (Old Version)
The words “This is a world where even death cannot find peace” are still like eternal black ice, emitting a biting chill, and are deeply imprinted in the soul of every observer.
Just as the creatures from all walks of life were still savoring this extremely despairing verdict, the light curtain shifted again, and new scenes and words began to slowly emerge.
This time, it is no longer just a cold text description, but is accompanied by dynamic pictures, unfolding the distant past of the world like an epic.
The first thing that catches your eye is a beautiful blue planet, radiating vitality against the dark background of the universe.
“Blue Star.”
The text on the light screen was concise and clear, pointing out the name of the planet.
Then, the picture zoomed in, and tiny human figures could be seen appearing on the planet. These figures gradually multiplied, and their eyes flashed with an irrepressible restlessness and desire.
“In this world, a race called ‘humanity’ has risen.”
“Deep within their hearts, desires grow like weeds, boundless and boundless.”
The gilded words flow rapidly along with the picture, showing the development of this race.
Simple stone tools turned into blazing furnaces, primitive tribes evolved into city-states, and the saplings of technology grew wildly under the watering of desire.
“This desire transformed into the force of progress, driving the tribe to usher in a glorious era.”
The picture suddenly changed, the blue planet gradually shrank in the field of vision, and the vast and boundless sea of stars in the universe occupied the entire light curtain.
Creatures with long flame tails pierced the sky and headed towards the deep universe.
“His gaze was no longer limited to the earth beneath his feet, but turned to the stars in the sky.”
A red, dusty planet gradually enlarged in the light curtain.
“Mars, the first interstellar colony of their tribe after they left their home planet.”
The light screen clearly showed that humans, wearing bulky space suits, had planted their own flags on the scarlet land and built dome cities.
Then, the picture expanded again, showing the magnificent view of the entire star system.
“With this foundation, their race spread across the galaxy with their ingenuity and unremitting desire.”
“The solar system where its parent star resides, all the planets, satellites, and even the meteorite belt bear its footprints.”
The time scale on the light screen is shocking.
“Fifteen millennia, fifteen thousand years, from the birth of their tribe until they completely controlled the solar system.”
At this moment, the entire solar system showed an astonishingly prosperous scene on the light curtain. Countless artificial celestial bodies, space factories, and transformed habitable planets and satellites were like a dense network, demonstrating the power of human civilization.
However, just when all viewers thought this was the pinnacle of this race’s achievements, the picture suddenly zoomed out and the entire solar system turned into an insignificant point of light.
Instead, there is a huge and magnificent spiral galaxy composed of billions of stars.
“Milky Way.”
The words on the light screen carried a breathtakingly majestic aura.
All living beings in the world feel a sense of insignificance and shock from their souls when they see this vast and boundless Milky Way.
Then, even more heart-shaking words emerged.
“However, control of the solar system is but a tiny part of humanity.”
“His desires are not satisfied, his heart is not content.”
“How can we be satisfied with just ruling the solar system?”
What is revealed between the lines is an almost crazy ambition to devour everything.
“Its sights are set on the entire galaxy.”
“Their clan’s grand ambition—to conquer the galaxy!”
The leaders of various cities and the ghost hunters who were struggling on the front lines of supernatural events fell into deathly silence when they saw this scene.
Then, there were gasps of shock and cries of disbelief.
“So that’s how it is!” A pale-faced young man in charge of logistics liaison muttered to himself, his eyes full of realization and fear.
“In this Warhammer world, their current despair, the pain that leaves them unable to rest even in death, is the result of their own actions!”
“Their desires are actually so huge!”
Elsewhere, a ghost rider, who had just narrowly escaped an S-level supernatural event and was covered in bandages, said in a hoarse voice, “It takes fifteen thousand years to rule a solar system, and they’re still not satisfied?”
“And we’re going to conquer the entire galaxy?”
“This is no longer ambition, this is madness!”
“Can human desires really be so endless?”
An old professor with gray hair and tired eyes, who is a consultant specializing in studying the patterns of supernatural events, pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose at this moment, and his eyes behind the lenses flashed with solemnity.
“This is a classic case of loss of control, a precursor to collapse from within.”
“When a civilization’s desires exceed its ability to control and the limits of the universe, backlash is inevitable.”
“If they want to swallow up the entire galaxy, they must be prepared to be devoured by the entire galaxy, or even be swallowed by an even deeper darkness.”
“No wonder, no wonder their world has become so hopeless.”
“Everything is their own fault. It is their endless desires that have pushed them into an abyss of no return.”
On the rooftop of the abandoned building, Yang Jian’s scarlet ghost eyes stared calmly at the light curtain.
When he saw the human’s declaration of conquering the galaxy, a clear ripple appeared on his calm face for the first time.
It was a complex emotion mixed with indifference and a hint of mockery.
“I want to devour the galaxy.” He whispered to himself, his voice colder than the night wind.
“In the end, I was slowly being devoured by my own world in a way that even death couldn’t free me from.”
“What a wonderful irony.”
He had seen countless evil spirits born out of greed and desire. The terror of those evil spirits was often proportional to the obsession of their hosts during their lifetime.
The humans in this Warhammer world are obsessed with the entire galaxy.
“They spent fifteen thousand years building themselves a magnificent stairway to hell.”
“Then they walked on without looking back.”
Yang Jian’s fear of this Warhammer world deepened.
It is not only a world full of horror, but also a living tragedy born out of extreme arrogance and desire.
Li Huowang stared at the light screen with his bloodshot eyes. When he saw the human beings’ ambition to sweep across the galaxy, the fear and unwillingness on his face were gradually replaced by a more complicated emotion.
It was a mixture of absurdity, shock, and a hint of inexplicable “understanding”.
“Desire…” His cracked lips trembled slightly.
“Their desires are actually this great?”
“Isn’t a solar system enough for them to mess around?”
“Are you also going to extend your hand to the entire galaxy?”
Li Huowang thought of the immortals in his own world who were twisted by desire, and the monsters who had become unrecognizable for the sake of the illusory immortality.
But he never imagined that the collective desire of a race could expand to such an incredible extent.
“This… this is not a thought that a mortal should have!” He almost shouted.
“What’s the difference between this and those old guys who practice the Zuowang Dao?”
“No, even crazier than them!”
A smile mixed with pain and a certain black humor twistedly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
“So, the reason their world has become what it is now is that even the dead can’t rest in peace…”
“Did they come up with all this on their own?”
This thought struck his mind like a bolt of lightning.
“Is this their ‘retribution’?” Li Huowang muttered to himself, his eyes filled with a strange light.
He used to be angry about the suffering in his world and resentful about the lack of understanding from the outside world.
But now, seeing the magnificent yet destructive history of the rise of mankind in the Warhammer world, the depressed mood in his heart seemed to have found an outlet, even though the way of venting was so strange.
“You have to pay a price for what you want.”
“They want the entire galaxy. The price they pay is, of course, the complete loss of even the peace of their soul.”
“That’s ‘fair’, isn’t it?” He chuckled softly, his laughter full of sadness and self-mockery.
“Compared to us being treated like pigs and dogs by the heavens and tortured by those inexplicable rules, they at least… at least they were once glorious and pursued their dreams madly.”
“Then, they paid the ultimate price for their madness.”
Li Huowang’s hunched body trembled slightly. He seemed to see countless human beings rushing towards the starry sea with the ambition to conquer everything, but eventually falling into despair deeper than any hell he knew.
“Cause and effect will always be cyclical, and retribution will come.” He spat out these eight words, and felt his heart sink.
“It turns out that the greatest ‘weirdness’ is nothing else but the insatiable desires of the human heart.”
In the secret gathering space, the members of the Tarot Club, through the vision shared by Gehrman Sparrow, also witnessed the human history displayed on the light screen.
“The Hanged Man” Alger Wilson’s brows were tightly furrowed, and his deep eyes were filled with prudence and wonder.
“Fifteen thousand years to conquer a star system, and then their goal is the entire galaxy.” He repeated in a low voice, with disbelief in his tone.
“What a boldness, and what…arrogance.”
As an experienced navigator, he was well aware of the vastness and dangers of the ocean, and the scale of the universe was beyond his imagination.
“Justice” Audrey Hall gently covered her mouth with her hands, her beautiful green eyes filled with complex emotions.
“Their desires… are like a boundless ocean,” she whispered, a hint of unease in her voice.
“What kind of power will they develop to satisfy such desires? What kind of taboos will they touch?”
Susie, the big golden retriever, rubbed Audrey’s calf uneasily and whimpered softly.
Audrey continued her analysis, “If a person’s desires get out of control, they will fall into depravity and destruction.”
“Then, if the collective desires of a race get out of control, what kind of horrific situation will the entire world be dragged into?”
“In this Warhammer world, even death can’t bring peace. I’m afraid this is the answer.”
In distant Backlund, Klein Moretti peered through the gray fog, quietly watching the evolution of history unfold on the screen.
His fingers tapped lightly on the old wooden table, making a rhythmic “knock knock” sound.
“The desire of an entire race to conquer the entire galaxy.” He whispered to himself, his eyes deep.
“This is no longer just ordinary ambition; it’s an expansionist instinct that’s almost at the ‘conceptual’ level.”
He thought of those outer gods and those indescribable existences in the depths of the universe. They also had the instinct and desire to devour everything and pollute everything.
“If we say that the despair of the strange and mysterious world of Dao stems from the alienation and distortion of certain rules.”
“Then, the despair of this Warhammer world seems to stem from an endogenous, almost infinitely expanding desire that leads to self-destruction.”
“What on earth did they encounter? Or have they themselves become the source of some kind of terror?”
Klein’s brows furrowed slightly, and he felt a deep chill.
This despair, fueled by extreme desires within civilization, is so destructive and infectious that it is probably more difficult to prevent and understand than simply being eroded by external evil gods.
“I’d really like to see it,” the corner of his mouth curled up with an imperceptible arc, which belonged to the “fool”, the curiosity and exploration of the unknown.
“How they ‘built’ their world step by step into what it is today.”
And in that eternal darkness and banter, the angel Amon laughed joyfully, and that laughter echoed in the boundless void.
“Oh, what a magnificent folly! What a tragic path to self-destruction!”
It was as if He saw the beginning of the most exciting drama.
“Using the desires of an entire race as fuel, he ignited the flames of conquering the galaxy, but in the end, he burned the last habitat of his own soul.”
“It’s… so interesting!”
Amon’s eyes sparkled with excitement. His curiosity about the Warhammer world had reached its peak.
“Mortals always bring me unexpected surprises.”
“Let me see what delicious delicacy of despair your grand desires have brewed.”
“I’m very much looking forward to a deeper ‘interpretation’ of this world.”
The fleets exiled in the cold universe, the human bases struggling to survive under the laws of the dark forest, and the members of the Three-Body Civilization who have seen through the cruel truth of the universe, are all observing the scene on the cosmic light curtain synchronously through special means.
When seeing the Warhammer humans’ ambition to conquer the galaxy, a silence mixed with a sense of déjà vu and a deep chill enveloped these weathered civilizations.
“Their ambitions… are too big.” A Trisolaran Archon who had experienced countless destructions and reconstructions expressed his feelings using their unique way of information flow.
“A star system is already an unimaginable territory for a young civilization.”
“They have set their sights on the entire galaxy. This has gone beyond the necessity of survival and has become a pure desire for possession.”
The survivors of Earth civilization, those who are well aware of the cruel laws of the “Dark Forest”, feel even more horrified.
Luo Ji, the former Sword Bearer, looked at the heroic and crazy declaration of mankind on the screen, and a bitter smile appeared on his old face.
“They… probably have never heard of ‘cosmic sociology’.” He said hoarsely.
“Or, they believe they can become the only and final hunter in that dark forest.”
“This undisguised desire for expansion, this declaration to take the entire galaxy into its grasp, is tantamount to the grandest suicide broadcast on a cosmic scale.”
Ye Wenjie, the human being who personally sent the first cry into the universe, had eyes filled with complex and unspeakable sorrow.
“Desire is the ladder of civilization, but it can also be the noose of civilization,” she whispered softly.
“When desire loses the restraint of reason, when expansion becomes the only goal, then destruction is not far away.”
“This Warhammer world, with their history, perfectly illustrates this.”
After analyzing the development trajectory of Warhammer humans, some young Trisolaran scientists came to a cold conclusion.
“Their civilization must have reached an astonishing level in terms of its expansion speed and resource consumption.”
“The ‘entropy increase’ effect of civilization activities on this scale in the universe and the threat it poses to other potential civilizations are immeasurable.”
“They are not conquering, they are lighting the beacon of the entire universe, and I am standing in the center of the beacon.”
“No wonder this Warhammer world is even more terrifying than that strange fairy world.” An officer of the Earth United Fleet who survived by chance said in a trembling voice.
“This is a strange fairy world. It feels like it is being eroded by an unknown, strange force.”