Darkness, burning pain, tearing, warmth …
"He" woke up in a daze and "saw" a blood-red world around him. This was the color that existed in the human world when light was reflected in his pupils. This color made "him" instinctively come up with the first thought:
"I'm not dead?"
Then "he" came up with the second thought: Where is this place?
"He" tried to look at the world and saw giant blood-red balls filling the surroundings like planets in the universe. There were countless of them, perfectly round and beautiful.
"He" was attracted by this beautiful scenery. "He" looked at it for a long time and suddenly thought of the third question: Why am I here?
After this question, "he" immediately had a new question: Who … am I?
"He" became more and more anxious, shocked and afraid. "He" could feel that he once existed as an independent individual, an existence that was given a name. However, at this moment, when "he" wanted to recall his name, his species, and his identity, he found that he couldn't remember anything. There were only some ghost-like fragments that flashed by and were difficult to capture.
It was as if something that he was used to had been forgotten just like that.
"He" used all his strength to think and suddenly felt the surrounding blood-red planet world fluctuate violently, as if the universe was in turmoil. Countless blood-red planets trembled, followed by bursts of tearing pain.
This pain became more and more intense, as if he was completely torn apart.
"He" felt his "vision" go black, and he completely passed out.
After an unknown period of time, "he" woke up again. After waking up, he still saw the familiar blood-red planet world. After being stunned for a few seconds, he slowly remembered what happened before he passed out. At the same time, some fleeting fragments appeared in his mind. "He" saw the information in these fragments and suddenly woke up, knowing his true identity. Before "he" could rejoice, the tearing pain appeared again, and he passed out.
After a long time, "he" woke up again and saw the blood-red world in front of him. The first thought that came up instinctively: I'm not dead?
Then, he had a question: Where is this place?
Then, "he" looked at this blood-red world. After a long time, he thought of a new question: Who am I?
When the blood-colored world shook for the umpteenth time, "he" fainted again and woke up in a daze.
This repeated countless times until the last time he woke up, he saw countless familiar faces as well as a beautiful figure that was engraved in the deepest part of his memory. He finally knew his name. This time, the blood-colored world did not tremble. The world seemed to become extremely silent, and this lasted for a long time.
It had been so long that he had pieced together countless memory fragments. While piecing them together, he had also read out the tiny fragments in his memory. He knew that he had fainted and woken up in this blood-red world time and time again. Most of the time when he woke up, he had forgotten who he was and did not know anything. He was like a newborn baby, but there were a few times when he woke up and remembered his identity. However, every time he woke up, before he could think about his current situation, the world around him would shake and tear him into a coma.
This blood-colored world seemed extremely unstable and could fluctuate at any time.
However, this time, it was stable for a very, very long time.
After searching through his memories, he tried to leave this place, but he found that his consciousness could not feel his body at all. He was like a soul floating in the void of space, unable to feel anything. Only every time there was a turbulence would he feel pain.
He tried many methods, but without exception, all of them were useless. He could only look at the unchanging blood-colored world in front of him and silently wait for the next turbulence and tearing pain.
Perhaps, this was the hell after death?
There were no eighteen levels of Yama, no evil spirits. It was just a boring world, staying forever, waking up and falling asleep repeatedly.
Loneliness was far scarier than loneliness. Loneliness was a state of mind. A lonely person could still live an interesting life, but loneliness was numbing.
One would not die, nor would one grow old. Perhaps this kind of not being able to die, not being able to move, not being able to do anything, and not being able to improve was the most terrifying and unbearable.
The blood-colored world seemed to be frozen. It was so stable that there was not the slightest fluctuation. In the loneliness and dullness, all of his thoughts had run out, and all of his patience had been exhausted. He was even looking forward to the appearance of turbulence. At least, he could still feel the tearing pain, and he could have a different experience.
This kind of loneliness not only did not give him a new understanding of "life", but it also filled him with an infinite desire for "life"!
If he was given another chance, he would be willing to plan more carefully, more detailed, more ruthless, and more despicable, just to ensure his own survival!
After waiting for a few years, or a few decades, or even longer, one day, the solidified and stable blood-colored world fluctuated once again!
Seeing this fluctuation, he, who had already become numb and stopped thinking of new ideas, suddenly felt a burst of excitement and anticipation, as if he had woken up from a stone statue. He would rather be unconscious than wait in this lonely world in a daze.
The blood-colored world split open, and a large number of colorful balls surged in from the outside. They were slightly smaller than the giant blood-colored ball, and they kept squeezing in front of him.
He was a little surprised, as he had never seen this kind of situation before when he was unconscious.
The next moment, the pink ball closest to him burst open, and a voice suddenly emerged from it, playing in his ears like an audio. The voice was extremely familiar, it was Crimson Moon!
Immediately after, another ball burst open, and an image emerged from it. It was a dark laboratory that looked like hell, with all kinds of broken hands, limbs, eyeballs, and internal organs soaked in medicinal liquid.
The other balls burst open one after another, and every ball produced an image or a voice, some of which belonged to Crimson Moon, some of which belonged to an unknown stranger, and some of which belonged to himself!
Other than that, in some of the images, he also saw the Demon Emperor, but the Demon Emperor in the images was different from the Demon Emperor he had seen in the Confederation. The Demon Emperor appeared to be much younger, and his temperament was not as reserved and deep as it was now. Instead, the Demon Emperor was like a king who looked down on the world, full of vigor.
Other than the Demon Emperor, he also saw a large number of Aragami corpses, as well as various mysterious halls, dark laboratories, and all kinds of strange experiments. Among them, there were also seven to eight white-robed researchers surrounding a ten-meter-tall giant table, dissecting an Aragami. The upper body of the Aragami was in the shape of a human, and the ribs on its chest had been cut open, revealing the internal organs inside.
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