This form of address seemed to be slightly more effective than calling Mu Zi and Aioros. Wang Zhong's eyes lit up, and he shouted out two earth-shattering words. "Cola! Ham sausage! "
… …
Mu Zi's world was black and white.
In fact, when he was born, such a black and white world did not belong to him.
He originally had a happy and sweet family. His parents were both feudal lords of a small territory in Tutankhamun. They owned an oasis that spanned dozens of miles. The people there were very friendly, farming in the oasis and hunting in the desert. As a feudal lord, his father had always been known as a virtuous lord in his territory, while his kind mother was a famous beauty. In the eyes of everyone, this was a family that was a match made in heaven.
It was an incomparably beautiful childhood. Mu Zi grew up in the love and care of everyone. Like a monstrous genius, he awakened the power of a new human at an early age. That was until his third birthday.
His father went out early in the morning. According to his mother, he was going to prepare the world's most precious gift for Mu Zi, the Federation's cola and ham sausage!
He had heard of these two things. It was simply impossible to describe the taste of these two magical foods with the most perfect words in the world. Mu Zi had been looking forward to it since morning. This would definitely be a wonderful birthday, if he had not walked into the manor used to worship the Lord while playing.
There was a very ordinary coffin in the manor. Last year, when his father was worshipping the Lord, he had seen it from afar. He heard that it was a family heirloom passed down from the dark ages. Mu Zi did not understand what was so 'good' about such a strange thing, but he felt that there was an indescribable closeness to this taboo that everyone would turn pale at the mention of.
He could not help but reach out to touch it. Then, this coffin, which was said to have been passed down for more than a dozen generations without any abnormalities, changed color and emitted a faint, blue light.
The coffin was opened without warning. It was as if Pandora's box had been opened. The beautiful and colorful world disappeared, and a nightmare began.
It was as if everything around him had been cursed. That night, when his father was on his way back from delivering the goods, he heard that they had been attacked by a large-scale beast tide in the desert. The entire team had been annihilated, and soon after, his mother had fallen ill. Mu Zi stayed by her bedside. It had only been three days, but he had personally seen his mother's black hair turn white within three days.
His mother seemed to know something. She looked at Little Mu Zi, who was holding her hand and crying by the bedside. She sighed softly and looked at him with that kind of tender gaze until she finally stopped breathing.
The territory held a grand funeral for his parents, but on the day of the funeral, the Beast Tide that had attacked his father's cargo team attacked the territory again.
All kinds of mutated creatures that had never been seen before were wreaking havoc in the territory, tearing everything into pieces and turning it into ashes.
However, as if no mutated beasts could 'see' him or the coffin, only the two of them were left in the ruins.
He was trembling, fearful, unwilling, and regretful. If he could choose again, he would definitely not come into contact with the coffin. He felt that all of this was brought about by that ominous coffin! However, every time he saw the last scene, he would carry it on his back without hesitation. He wanted to study it and conquer it. At the very least, he could not let his parents die so mysteriously! However, this road was too long. It had been more than ten years since then, and he had been constantly moving forward. His strength had increased to the point that it was terrifying, but his understanding of the coffin was still limited to the simple black and white colors, simple life and death. Perhaps he had grasped some special uses of the coffin, but he could not directly understand its essence.
These scenes that were hidden in the deepest part of his heart were now replaying in Mu Zi's mind over and over again. This was a nightmare that he would have almost every night a few years ago. At first, he struggled to wake up, but his struggle was obviously useless. He sank into his own dream over and over again, feeling the most tragic pain in the dream. Then, when he was in the most pain, he fell asleep again and started to have the same dream again. Day after day, year after year …
Suddenly, he heard a weak voice coming from an unknown place. "Mu Zi …"
The first was his name. There were too many people in the territory who called him by this name, so Mu Zi did not care at all. At this time, he was still in the scene of the beasts wreaking havoc. Perhaps it was a frightened acquaintance in the territory who called him, but he was only three years old. Other than fear and crying, there was nothing he could do.
"Baldy …"
This form of address stunned Mu Zi. He seemed to have thought of something and looked suspiciously at the sky.
Then, a louder voice sounded. "Cola! Ham Sausage! "
？？？
If he was weak, Mu Zi would already be a dead man. However, he didn't die. He was alive and continuously growing stronger. This was because he wanted to understand his fate and find his home. Regardless of whether he lived or died, he absolutely would not be muddle-headed!
"Is that … Wang Zhong?" When Mu Zi thought of this name, the scene in front of him shattered like glass. Then, he saw the dimensional mayflies lying on his body.
Mu Zi's eyes shone with a frightening light. So it was these things. They actually dared to blaspheme the most sacred place in his heart!
His world had always been simple. Life and death, black and white. If they weren't friends, then they were enemies. There was no such thing as neutrality!
A terrifying wave of soul power immediately rippled out from his body, as if he was judging life and death! The dimensional mayflies lying on his body didn't even have the chance to react. In an instant, they dimmed and fell to the ground like countless specks of dust!
A bright and spacious passage appeared before his eyes!
On the other side of the Floating Life Door, Aioros finally opened his eyes.
Just a moment ago, he had experienced a seemingly endless battle. Countless terrifying dimensional life forms, 6th, 7th, and even the high and mighty 8th rank dimensional life forms! They surged crazily towards him like mountains and seas. He fought with his life on the line, continuously suffering injuries until he died.
Aioros remembered his master saying that this was his dao, the dao of nature — the weak being prey to the strong, survival of the fittest!
He loved battles, especially those that made his blood boil. He loved the feeling of becoming stronger. Only in these hot-blooded battles would he become stronger!
Other people fought for other purposes, but his was fighting for the sake of fighting!
In fact, he understood this place very well. He was even clear that this was just an illusion. He felt that he could forcibly wake up at any moment. But what could he do?
This blood-spilling battle left him intoxicated. The realistic feeling of being hit, as well as the various strange and peculiar dimensional life forms around him, as well as their control over dimensional energy, left him intoxicated. Every time a new freak appeared, every time one of them died from exhaustion, he was unable to stop even if he wanted to!
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