The Darkest Day.
Huai Shi didn't need someone to appraise him. He was certain that his development was normal.
Moreover, Huai Shi's attainments in alchemy had already surpassed the level of a novice. This kind of nonsense of 'he must be completely naked for an important ceremony' could not fool him.
Indeed, too much clothing would interfere with the secret device. However, if it was only a layer of linen, the interference would be negligible.
After taking a shower, Huai Shi changed into shorts and walked out. He did not give Crow any chance to use the phone in her hand.
Otherwise, who knew how much money she would extort from him!
It was impossible.
Crow was not angry. After throwing away the phone, she carefully observed Huai Shi.
Layers of dark green capillaries had already protruded from under his pale skin. At first glance, they looked like strange tattoos. The layers of complex root-like Mountain Ghost Sacred Marks were constantly changing, pulsing together with Huai Shi's heartbeat.
From the crack in his chest, it spread out and covered his whole body. It then overlapped on Huai Shi's back, forming a vague outline of Mount Yu Dai.
However, this silhouette was constantly changing.
Only after the faint light had circulated for a full cycle would its appearance appear for a short period of time.
"Good, I was worried that you would take a wrong path."
Crow stretched out her hand and poked the Sacred Marks on Huai Shi's back. She nodded with satisfaction. "For the path of Heaven's Inquisition, the Yin Soul is the foundation, laying the foundation of life from death.
But Mountain Ghost is an extension, like a messenger that communicates the inside and outside. In alchemy, it rises from the ground and descends from the sky. The first half of the sentence can summarize the role of Mountain Ghost: Born from death, reproducing from the ground.
It is the bridge between life and death, the pillar that maintains the balance. Being able to do this is already enough. Anything else is just icing on the cake. If you are confused by the amount of power, the loss will outweigh the gain. "
After saying that, she raised her hand and unceremoniously slapped Huai Shi's back.
A slap sounded.
It almost left a red mark.
"Lie down obediently!"
She pressed down on Huai Shi's shoulder. She didn't use much strength, but Huai Shi's vision blurred and he found himself lying on the ground. He saw the ceiling above him and Crow's eyes looking down at him.
He was stunned for a moment.
"So fast?"
"Yes." She smiled and nodded. "So soon?"
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Huai Shi was puzzled.
He had just returned home and didn't even have time to catch his breath before Crow brought him to the basement. He couldn't understand why they were in such a hurry.
"As the saying goes, it's better to be on time than to be early. You've come at the right time."
Crow smiled and waved his hand. He bent down and pulled out the sacrificial knife from Huai Shi's Stigmata. He pressed down on Huai Shi's hands and feet and cut them open one by one.
Immediately, faint green blood flowed out from Huai Shi's outstretched hands and feet. It spread along the complicated array below him and gradually covered the entire secret apparatus.
He didn't feel weak at all. Instead, he felt like he had high blood pressure. After letting out some blood, Huai Shi felt much lighter.
Previously, he had eaten too much at Mount Tai and had indigestion. Now that he had released the excessive vitality, the Mountain Ghost's Stigmata was able to operate smoothly.
Furthermore, using Huai Shi's blood as a base material was much better than using anything else. At the very least, it was compatible with the Stigmata.
Crow's movements didn't stop. He quickly mixed the Origin Substance solution into the array that he had carved out beforehand. When the vitality in the blood was stimulated by the Origin Substance, it began to glow with a hazy light.
"As the saying goes, once an opportunity is lost, it won't come again — —"
Crow took out a pocket watch out of thin air and checked the time on it. In his other hand, he took out the Blood Hatred Crystal, Divine Light of Grace, Evil Remains, Undying Flames, and other materials and embedded them around the secret apparatus.
A faint heat and pain followed the blood on the ground and drilled into Huai Shi's body from his wounds that had not yet healed. His body suddenly stiffened.
It was as if he had been thrown into an alchemy cauldron in an instant.
The Mountain Ghost's Stigmata began to operate violently, resisting this sudden change. However, it was futile. Instead, it was guided by the secret apparatus and began to undergo changes that Huai Shi could not predict.
Intense lignification began again. It spread from his hands and feet to the inside. Layers of fine aerial roots grew out of Huai Shi's pores, completely merging him with the entire secret apparatus.
Crow's movements were too fast. Huai Shi had no time to react. He couldn't help but gasp under the stimulation of intense pain.
"I say … … Can't you prepare me mentally first?"
"That's true."
Crow nodded. "I had written down the precautions before, but I forgot to give it to you … …"
With that, she stretched out her hand, fished out a thick book, and threw it to Huai Shi. But Huai Shi did not have the hands to catch it. The cover of the book directly covered Huai Shi's face.
There was a snap.
"What is this?" Huai Shi felt the pain. He narrowed his eyes blankly and read the title of the book on the cover. "Three … … Years of Broken Chapters, Five Years of Abuse?"
"Ah, sorry, I took the wrong one."
Crow replied without the slightest bit of shame, "That should be it."
In a place where Huai Shi could not see, she directly pulled out the Sword of Virtue from Huai Shi's bag. She raised it and lightly cut her wrist. In an instant, a trace of sparkling blood adhered to the blade. In an instant, a blazing flame rose into the air and burned the entire blade red.
The blade wailed, bursting with the sound of steel.
Without any hesitation, she sprinkled the dust of the Golden Amber on the spine of the sword, plating the blade with a layer of bright gold.
Just as Huai Shi tried to turn his head and shake off the tattered book covering his face, he saw … … Crow backhanded the sword and stabbed it into the crack in her chest.
Huai Shi was stunned.
"… … Again?"
Without giving him a chance to talk nonsense, Huai Shi felt a fanatical light ignite in the deepest part of his body, erupting from the inside out and engulfing him.
The slender blade pierced into the crack and penetrated his body inch by inch, but it did not come out of his back, as if it was swallowed by his body.
Until the end, it disappeared.
Tick.
A crisp sound came from the pocket watch in Crow's hand.
The time was exactly right.
"Good wind, with force, send you to heaven."
Crow took a step back and revealed a joyful smile.
"… … Welcome hell, silly boy."
In that instant, after swallowing the endless light and heat, Huai Shi convulsed violently and roared involuntarily.
In his body, darkness surged like an ocean, spewing out from the crack in his chest. The death poison and ashes that had been brewing for an unknown amount of time turned into a tide and soared into the sky, firmly bound in this basement.
Then, along the array inside the spirit coffin, it flowed mightily and covered the entire stone essence hall, enveloping this huge building like a black curtain.
Under the afternoon sun, the originally magnificent stone essence hall seemed to have sunk into hell in an instant.
It turned into a ghost realm.
And in the core of the secret instrument, Huai Shi raised his head in horror and looked at his chest.
In front of his chest, the crack began to spread, as if it was growing, spreading inch by inch until it swallowed his entire chest and disappeared. Then, it was his limbs, his head … …
In the endless flow of darkness, Crow tilted his head and observed the magnificent and strange situation in front of him, grinning.
Huai Shi had already disappeared.
In the last moment, in a daze, he seemed to feel himself beginning to fall.
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At the same time, far away, almost equivalent to Australia on the other side of the present world.
In the endless yellow sand, the Sand King, holding the Golden Amber, ascended the altar.
Facing the incoming storm, the old man raised the resplendent Miracle Crystal in his hand up high.
"Today, I hereby pray!"
Towards the eternally dry desert beneath his feet, towards the cruel and tyrannical sky above his head, he roared, using all his strength and all the Correction Points accumulated by the past Sand Kings to make a declaration.
"With the power of the past Sand Kings, I hereby pray."
"Please bestow your blessings, clean water, fertile land, and warm wind …"
Amidst the sound of his skin cracking and shattering, the old man's mottled white hair danced. In the violent wind that rose out of nowhere, he roared:
"— May the Fertile Earth descend upon this place, may the Holy Spirit of Omnipotence operate in this barren world of men."
Thus, the world rumbled.
As he raised his hands high, the Golden Amber glowed with a blazing light.
Resplendent blessings soared into the sky, turning into a golden light that could be seen even in the depths of the ninth level of hell.
It propped up the sky here, establishing a fertile land that would not last for eternity.
The Sand King roared, and his body quickly bent down.
However, in the decaying body, a huge miracle emerged again. It turned into a blurry shadow that moved on the throne in the sky. It looked down at the land that was eternally barren and could not help but shed two streams of murky tears.
His tears fell into the air and turned into rain.
Thunder suddenly spread, and then a torrential rain fell out of the sky, covering the entire area around Canberra.
The Rain of Blessings that surged with resplendent golden light covered the sky and the earth.
The violent wind rose again, blowing away the dry wind and sand, revealing the pitch-black fertile land below. The clouds stretched out amidst the thunder, and the lightning seemed to light up the pale sky, returning it to a clear blue.
Under the washing of the rain, many stubborn diseases were healed without medicine, and many souls in despair had a glimmer of hope.
The old and young faces raised their heads to look at the weary figure on the altar.
The Sand King staggered a step and instantly fell down, falling from the altar and into the mud. The people beside him did not have time to support him. They went forward in shock, but the old man pushed them away.
He threw himself into the mud again and knelt on the ground. His trembling fingers picked up the mud on the ground, as well as a new sprout that had sprouted from the mud.
As if he had found a treasure, he raised his head and showed the hope in his hands to the people around him in ecstasy. The dazed faces froze on the spot.
"It's salvation, children!" He laughed loudly, holding up this new glimmer of hope, but he could not help but shed tears of excitement. "Our salvation has come."
In 2110 AD, the fourth Sand King gave up all of his correction values and used the Golden Amber to modify the present world.
One-fifth of Australia was reborn.
An unparalleled achievement was established here.
Compared to this magnificent feat that was enough to cause the entire realm to raise its eyebrows, everything else became insignificant.
No one noticed. At the same time, someone used the dust of the Golden Amber as a guide, using this ritual of the same origin as a cover, silently began to advance.
It also concealed the terrifying disaster that would erupt because of this.
This was the only thing that Crow did not tell others — if one wanted to isolate the enormous influence and gravity of the Book of Destiny, it would be useless no matter how many red strings were wrapped around it.
Even if it was only temporary.
Only when one advanced could the restlessness of the Book of Destiny be completely vented.
At that time, the entire world would be affected by this advancement, and if this interference was revealed in the present world, it would undoubtedly be a terrifying disaster.
A disaster that was enough to completely defeat Huai Shi and cause him to fall into complete despair would descend upon the present world, upon everyone's heads.
It was the sixth day of the twelfth month of the year 2110, 4: 21 p.m.
From this moment on, the terrifying memory that would be known by many as the darkest day officially began amidst countless laments and screams that were about to emerge.
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In the beginning, no one noticed the arrival of the disaster.
Everything operated as usual, and for most people, this day was no different from any other time.
After waking up early, finishing his gun practice and his winter vacation homework, Yuan Zhao once again confirmed that his cousin had gone out to attend a fan meeting today and would not be back before nightfall, so no one would disturb him.
Then, she hurriedly hid in her room, closed the door, and locked the door.
He quickly turned on his computer and skillfully sent a notice on Weibo and WeChat. Finally, he activated the live broadcast software.
"Hello friends in front of the television, I'm your friend, Ultimate Yuan."
In the crisp youthful voice, a cute 2D cat-eared young man's avatar appeared vividly in front of the many live broadcast viewers.
Countless bullet screen comments instantly flooded the screen, and some rich people even sent him a rocket to celebrate today's live broadcast.
Although it had not been long since the live broadcast, Yuan Zhao quickly became famous with his amazing results in FPS games, occupying a place of his own on the Fighting Cock platform.
He even had female fans! He had female fans! He had female fans!
Important things should be said three times.
There were even cute young ladies who sent him messages to invite him to dinner. Yuan Zhao, who had been beaten up by his cousin since he was young, could not afford this.
Although he hesitated and did not accept, his enthusiasm for the live broadcast was gradually rising.
"Then, let's not talk nonsense, let's start today's main topic."
Yuan Zhao quickly opened the game software, and in the familiar melodious music, the client of "Eternal Brand: Infinite Worlds Showdown" was opened.
The reason why the popularity was so high today was because Yuan Zhao had announced in advance that he would open a thousand card pack in the Eternal Brand's New Year's commemorative pool!
It should be noted that with the black-hearted nature of Super Shizhi, there was no way he would open a pool where ten consecutive hits were guaranteed to drop SSR during the New Year. In fact, the drop rate of the Flash Gold card was so low that it made one's hair stand on end.
This time, the commemorative pool for the New Year would last for a week. It was said that the drop rate of the Flash Gold card would increase to around 1%, and there would be various out-of-print cards entering the pool.
However, at the same time, the price was ridiculously high.
It was more than ten times more expensive than the physical card packs. Five cards for a pack would cost nine hundred East Summer dollars. Although all the card packs that were opened online would quickly send the physical card into the user's hands, there was no need to worry about getting nothing.
However, you had to be able to get something good out of it.
Otherwise, you would not be able to cry even if you wanted to.
Ordinary 'poor' Eternal Brand players would feel a chill on their scalp when they saw this kind of card pool and would look at it carefully. It was only at this time that the rich players would make their grand entrance and spend a lot of money to prove how bored and rich they were.
And for someone like Yuan Zhao who was rich and bored to come open a thousand card packs, he would naturally attract the attention of the majority of the audience.
He opened the app and quickly reloaded. Following the sound of a text message that made Yuan Zhao's heart ache, all the pocket money he had saved for the past two years had turned into a thousand card packs and appeared on the screen.
If his cousin knew about this, she would break his legs!
Fortunately, he could still sell those gold cards to replenish his health after the opening. Otherwise, he would really have to eat dirt.
He forcefully suppressed the pain in his heart and forced a smile. He coughed twice, "Then, let's start the next card pack."
Suddenly, there was a flood of comments. There were even two gay people who were sucking Oudi among them. Naturally, they were all muted by Yuan Zhao. Under the live broadcast window, the preset bets were opened.
They were betting on how many oranges Yuan Zhao would get.
Naturally, there was no one in the column of 100 oranges. Many people wanted to take the risk of getting 50 oranges. Most people carefully chose 30 oranges or 20 oranges …
Now, the entire gambling scene was changing rapidly. Many people who were watching the show wanted to gamble and win some official 'chicken feed'. The atmosphere seemed to be very lively.
After resting for a while, Yuan Zhao moved the mouse and opened the first pack with high expectations.
"Let's have a good start!!!"
As the young man roared, the blue sky and white clouds rushed to his face.
There was a burst of laughter and mockery in the comments. Many people comforted him: The drop rate is so low, it's normal that the first pack doesn't appear.
Yuan Zhao didn't care and opened the second pack. It was still blue sky and white clouds. This time, the comments were sparse and everyone was focused on watching.
Yuan Zhao still calmly clicked the mouse.
The third pack, blue sky and white clouds … The fourth pack, blue sky and white clouds … The fifth pack, blue sky and white clouds … The sixth pack, blue sky and white clouds … The seventh pack, the eighth pack, the ninth pack …
Until the hundredth pack, it was all blue sky and white clouds.
There was no Flash Gold card, and the best result was a Paradise Prince card that was out of print?
Why the f * ck did Yuan Zhao want this! But he could use it to please his cousin later …
"Today's a little strange."
Yuan Zhao raised his hand and wiped the sweat on his forehead. He began to feel nervous. He moved his wrist and clicked the mouse again.
One hundred and ten bags, one hundred and twenty bags, one hundred and thirty bags...
When the hundredth pack was opened, the live broadcast room had fallen into a dead silence.
Yuan Zhao began to rage.
"What's with the drop rate of Super Shizhi! Did they secretly change it? Two hundred packs of Flash Gold oranges can't appear? "He slammed the keyboard angrily, turned around and took a bottle of mineral water from the fridge and drank it in one gulp.
Then, he washed his face and hands formally, burned incense and prayed.
After a long time, he finally calmed down. He returned to the computer and squeezed out a smile, "Sorry for the long wait, everyone. Come, let's continue."
The comments were full of sympathy. There were also many people who urged the streamer to persevere.
"Yeah, maybe he's still holding on to his luck."
Yuan Zhao waved his hand casually, "Have you seen ten Flash Gold cards in a pack? Today, I'll let you see … "
Then, when the three-hundredth pack was opened, there was only a sigh of pity left in the live broadcast room.
It's rare to see a streamer like this … To be honest, I'm guessing that the person in front of the screen is a nun … What's with the official routine? … Streamer, what have you done to anger the heavens … Three hundred packs of Flash Gold still can't appear? Yesterday, there were four Flash Gold cards in the 200 packs next door … Streamer, did you do something wrong? Hurry up and go pray …
"Don't be afraid. This is just a technical adjustment of the card pool … Don't be afraid."
Yuan Zhao forced himself to calm down and gulped. This time, he directly changed the mode and opened ten packs at a time.
Ten packs passed, twenty packs passed … When the ninety packs passed, the live broadcast room was suddenly greeted with a burst of noise.
Suddenly, a golden light jumped out from the exploding packs. The rapidly flipping cards brewed a bright golden color, causing countless people to cheer in ecstasy.
Flash Gold! Flash Gold! Flash Gold … Oh, oh, the streamer finally appeared! … The streamer has dropped Flash Gold. My youth is over …
"I knew it. How can it not drop Flash Gold."
Yuan Zhao also breathed a sigh of relief and squeezed out a smile. But before he could laugh out loud, he saw that the golden light on the spinning card quickly faded and turned into a bronze color.
Dead silence suddenly fell.
In the long silence, Yuan Zhao frantically rubbed his eyes, constantly looking away and back again.
He suspected that he was hallucinating.
The bullet screen in the live broadcast room had already exploded.
Amazing, I've only seen silver turn to gold in my life, but I've never seen gold turn to bronze … F * ck, this is a f * cking spectacular sight … Streamer, your life is worth it. I've never seen someone so miserable in all these years …
Gold turned to bronze!
The f * cking gold card turned to bronze!
Yuan Zhao almost couldn't hold back his anger. He struggled to look at the table, almost scaring the birds in the trees outside the window. The birds were also looking down blankly at the little idiot in the room.
When the card finally flipped over, Yuan Zhao had already fallen into numbness.
— — Battle of the Stars, Judge
Fine …
I'll be in your hands for the rest of my life, you bastard!
He wiped his sorrowful tears, choked, and forced himself to cheer up, "I don't f * cking believe that I can't drop an orange today! Don't be afraid, it's just a technical adjustment! A technical adjustment! "
In his anger, he directly used up all his pocket money and bet it all on the live broadcast room's betting table.
"450,000! Bet that I'll get at least 10 oranges today. Let's see if you dare to follow! Do you dare to follow!!! "
The market changed rapidly, the odds plummeted or rose rapidly, and in an instant, the popularity soared.
What was this little bit of pain compared to the torrential rain in Africa?
Don't be afraid, at least I still have dreams!
"My turn, draw a card!!!"
Yuan Zhao ignored the call from his cousin on his phone. Today, he summoned the courage he had never had in fourteen years. He bet his life and began to open packs again!
This time, the live broadcast room was silent.
All the audience and bullet screen quietly witnessed this brave warrior's card draw.
600 packs, no oranges!
700 packs, no oranges!
By the time he reached 800 packs, even the Chicken executives were alarmed and put his live broadcast room at the top of the homepage.
[Young man gambles millions, can he get an orange today?]
900 packs, no oranges!!!
Yuan Zhao's eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body slammed on the table with all his might. He completely ignored the concerned voice of the servant outside the door, moved the mouse, and continued!
In the melodious song from the player, Yuan Zhao was not defeated by bad luck. Yuan Zhao stood up, and Yuan Zhao continued to move forward!
Yuan Zhao, draw a card!
Then, blue sky and white clouds … blue sky and white clouds … blue sky and white clouds …
When his trembling hand pulled out the last pack, the bullet screen was filled with the whines and cheers of the gamblers. Yuan Zhao could no longer hold back his sobs.
Holding on to his last glimmer of hope, Yuan Zhao used all his strength and pressed his finger.
"Wah!"
The sound of fate's judgment came from the speaker, "— — Silver normal!!!"
"Motherf * cker, why!!!"
Yuan Zhao finally couldn't hold back his tears of grief and indignation. He collapsed on the chair and stared at the blue sky and white clouds on the screen.
"Why can't I get an orange!!!!"
The sound of his cousin's hurried footsteps finally came from outside the door.
It was as if his death was imminent.
Two lines of clear tears fell from the corner of the young man's eyes.
He knew that he was going to die today …
At the same time, the same despair was constantly descending on everyone's head all over the world.
Whether it was "Cards of All Ages", "Silent Crown", or even the famous mobile game "Steel Throne".
It wasn't just mobile games and tabletop games, but also popular desktop RTPG games on the dark web, as well as every online game, web-based game, and gambling game …
From Dongxia to the Americas, from Egypt to the Russian Federation, and from Rome to everywhere in the world. On this day, after 4: 20, on this day full of misery and gloominess.
The same despair, the same darkness, fell on the head of a stray dog who was hoping for a fluke.
Every probability game ushered in the worst consequences.
One after another, sunken ships sank into the bottomless card pool. It was as if everyone's money was being swallowed up. There was not a single sound.
While every die was equal to a great success, it also increased the probability of a great failure by a thousand times. More than ten thousand character cards met the fate of being torn apart today.
Everyone who tried to upgrade their equipment received the notification of "Upgrade failed, equipment destroyed" in unprecedented despair.
On this day, in these cruel twenty-four hours, from the present world to the border, not a single person, not a single living thing, not a single thing that could move, could draw an SSR from the bottomless black card pool!
No one!
Even if the card pool had a 100% drop rate, it would still be stuck, shut down, and disconnected …
Disaster, disaster was spreading. Disaster was descending on every player's head.
Countless sunken ships screamed in agony and roared in anger. The once insufferably arrogant seals let out their final sorrowful cry. The darkest day had finally ushered in its climax!
Huai Shi, on the other hand, was still in a daze.
He heard a sound that gradually rang in his ears.
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Ah, I've prepared this plot for so long, and I've finally written it … How delightful!
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