[Hell, Depth One]
Outside the cabin was the ruins of an ancient city. Dried bones and decayed steel were scattered everywhere as if they had experienced a disaster, but also as if they had not. It was just decay.
Everything was silent. The entire city seemed to have died and turned into ruins.
Only behind the huge broken arch, in the sky, something seemed to have awakened. It opened its eyes and looked down at him with its huge eyes like the moon.
Between the rotten sky and the ruined earth, pale faces fluttered like butterflies under the blood-red moonlight.
The cold was like a sticky tide, swallowing him little by little.
It took away all the warmth …
Huai Shi could not help but start to pant. The fear and uneasiness conveyed in the memory was like a tide, constantly hitting him.
He could only constantly strip the negative emotions from his body and turn them into ashes. Even so, he still could not stop the bone-piercing cold.
The pain like a poison screamed in the depths of his consciousness. The subject roared, cried, and wanted to struggle, but no one spoke to him from beginning to end.
Only the violent tremors began again.
The depth gauge showed again: [Depth Three]
There was a roar outside the cabin, the loud noise of countless heavy machinery operating. Lava surged under the hollow ground and the rusty assembly line could be seen.
This was a project built on hell. The huge assembly line was constantly rotating, and countless people were hung on rows of scarlet hooks.
It was as if they were still alive, constantly struggling and crying in despair. As the assembly line moved, they were sent to the workshop one by one. Amidst the constant cutting and crushing, the tragic screams and screams disappeared. In the end, only the sharp screams of steel rubbing against each other were left.
Finally, the assembly line turned into tables, chairs, lamps, clocks, and bronze mirrors, sent to the deepest part of the darkness.
[Depth Seven]
War.
War was like a flood and fire, drowning everything.
The roars of battle filled their ears. Monsters were fighting against monsters. Tens of thousands of giants gathered in one place. Their bodies were covered in steel. They were like slaves being whipped by their masters. They roared as they stepped on the corpses and moved forward.
The chains were pulled on the necks of larger creatures.
The dozen or so women were hundreds of meters tall.
They were completely naked, and their flaxen hair was burning with flames. They wept and howled in grief as they were pulled forward. They sang loudly in pain and despair. Hot blood dripped from the wounds on their backs that seemed to have been torn apart by wings. Above their heads hung a damaged halo.
His voice was hoarse and shrill.
Praise the dead god.
[Depth 9]
In the endless ocean, the primordial soup of life was boiling. Huge beasts and monsters were devouring each other, and then they were turned into ashes by the thunder and fire that fell from the sky and the lava that cracked the earth. Once again, they began a futile reincarnation.
[Depth 10]
Darkness, endless darkness. In the midst of the desolation, there was a figure sitting quietly on a metal rock, as if he was a prisoner. He was talking, he was singing, he was dancing.
Waiting for death.
[Depth???]
Chaos, dazzling light, death, destruction, gods, despair, despair, despair, despair, despair …
…
In the endless fall, he learned fear, began to scream, and fell into madness.
Finally, he comprehended despair.
In the end, when everything was about to be destroyed, that person subconsciously shouted out that name.
"Mom …"
And so, everything came to an abrupt end.
Darkness struck.
He woke up, from the ignorance and shackles of mortals.
His soul materialized.
Sublimation began.
.
.
Huai Shi opened his eyes and stared blankly at the sky.
After a long time, he finally reacted.
Even though he had long been accustomed to fear, when he transformed into the Red Glove, it was still difficult to resist the despair and pain that he had once felt.
It was as if someone was thrown into the deep sea and forced to grow gills.
It was too rough.
Rough, as if life had no meaning.
"Damn it …"
He felt a sharp pain in his head. He slowly propped himself up and drank the refreshing tea that Crow handed him. After a long time, he finally felt a little more relaxed.
"It seems that the deep tour of hell is very effective."
Crow whistled. "The Red Glove guy probably had a split operation in advance to avoid information leaks after his death. The records left behind are simply a mess. The most valuable one is probably this one. "
"That organization … he was …"
"Yes, more than 60 years ago, during the Cold War, in order to deal with the pressure from Dongxia and the Russian Federation on the Eastern Front, Holy Rome at that time made a decision to create the Sublimator Legion through racial screening and genetic modification.
The name of this plan was the Fountain of Life.
What you saw should be their method of artificial sublimation. It was too rough, forcibly throwing people into hell for a gamble.
In the end, only 31 people succeeded in sublimation. The Red Glove was one of them. Later, because of the sequelae, only four people were left, and the plan was stopped. "
"… In other words, the Red Glove is actually more than 60 years old?" Huai Shi couldn't believe it.
"Yes, that's right. How does it feel to beat up an old man?"
"…"
Thinking about how he was almost hung up and beaten up by an old man who was already half disabled, Huai Shi felt like he was in a fantasy. But what made him even more incredulous was, "The places he had entered, were they really hell?"
Hell actually existed in this world?
Although he had heard of it many times, he had never taken it seriously. It was not until he saw it with his own eyes that he realized that there were such bizarre places in this world.
"To be precise, all the places excluded from the border can be called hell. What the Red Glove experienced should be the Abyss Fragments found by the Byzantine people when they were exploring outside the border. Most of them are worthless places.
But if you want to understand it in a literal sense, Huai Shi, hell does exist in this world, but they are not worlds after death. They are worlds that have already died — tombs piled up by the wreckage of worlds from who knows how many eras ago.
In there, it is not surprising that anything can happen … "
"Worlds that have died?" Huai Shi asked, "Worlds can also die?"
"Just like how people can die, everything will eventually fade away. If you think it is death, then it is death." Crow said calmly, "However, I prefer to call it nirvana and rebirth, a cycle."
"Well, that's enough for tonight. You should go to bed."
Crow turned around, spread its wings and flew to the basement.
While Huai Shi got up and went to the bedroom upstairs.
At that moment, their movements both paused and turned to look at each other at the same time.
At the same time, they felt the abnormality from the Book of Prophesized Destinies.
Huai Shi reached his hand out and the Book of Prophesized Destinies appeared again.
But this time, it was not as quiet as before. The Book of Prophesized Destinies slightly vibrated, as if it had received a call and was conveying some kind of message to Huai Shi.
This was the first time the Book of Prophesized Destinies had actively shown any abnormal signs to Huai Shi.
Huai Shi looked at it in surprise, then finally looked at Crow.
"What's going on?"
Crow was silent, as if trying to figure something out. After a while, it suddenly chuckled.
"Interesting …"
She asked, "When do you go to school?"
"The day after tomorrow is Monday. Why?"
Crow nodded. "So you're free tomorrow?"
"Yeah."
"Ah, since it's rare for you to have time …"
Crow thought for a moment, then charmingly winked at him: "How about we go on a date together?"
"…"
Huai Shi rolled his eyes, waved his hand, and turned to go to his bedroom.
This woman has finally gone crazy.
Inexplicably, before falling asleep … he suddenly thought, how good would it be if she had told him about her human form.
And so, he didn't sleep for the whole night.
.
.
The next day, early in the morning, Huai Shi was woken up by Crow.
Carrying a small backpack, Crow very expectantly jumped around his chest: "Wake up, wake up, young man. A man who is not punctual will not be favored by a lady."
"Have you washed your hair?"
"Have you wiped your face?"
"Have you brushed your teeth?"
"Have you changed into new clothes?"
"Have you prepared a gift and a bouquet for our meeting?"
In the midst of Crow's noisy attack, Huai Shi moved around the house with a pair of dark circles under his eyes like a walking corpse. He changed his clothes, washed his face, and brushed his teeth. Sitting at the dining table, he sluggishly stuffed the breakfast that Fang Shu brought to him into his mouth and finally drank the whole pot of coffee.
Then he looked at the time on the wall.
Half past six.
"Are you crazy!" Huai Shi was furious: "Even if we're going on a date, why the hell are you going on a date at half past six in the morning? The park isn't even open yet! "
Crow didn't even bother with him.
At this moment, she was talking to Fang Shu.
Fang Shu bent down and handed over a small flower that he picked when he was building the nursery in the morning. He smiled and praised: "Today's lady looks exceptionally energetic."
Crow took the flower with one wing and looked at Huai Shi with an exasperated look: "Look at Old Fang, look at you, learn from him!"
Huai Shi curled his lips. We're all old foxes. Sister, who are you talking to?
"Young master, respect for a lady's beauty is a necessary virtue for a gentleman."
Fang Shu helped him put on his coat and said. Then, after they took their things, he helped them open the door. Fang Shu's private car was already waiting in the courtyard.
"Sir, please."
The driver, who was wearing a uniform and white gloves, bowed to Huai Shi and opened the door for her.
Finally, Fang Shu put the bag with sunscreen, umbrella, and coat into the car and nodded to them: "I've already booked lunch, flowers, and a cruise to the park for the two of you at Brown's restaurant in the city center. I wish the two of you a happy day."
"Did you see? How scary can a man be when he's meticulous. "
Crow sighed softly on Huai Shi's shoulder: "Learn from him, little brother. If you have one-third of Old Fang's skills, sister won't have to worry about you being a bachelor for the rest of your life."
Huai Shi didn't know what to say.
He looked at Fang Shu with eyes full of awe.
Fang Shu … is terrifying!
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