The Abyss Game!
It was the grandest show in the City of Steam every year.
The big shots of Uptown would randomly throw the participants who volunteered to sign up into some harsh environments, forcing them to kill each other for survival, food, and water. They found it fun to do so.
Occasionally, one or two winners would be granted citizenship, allowing them to enter the upper city and become the upper class.
This was the view of most workers in the lower city.
Among them, some saw the Abyss Game as a ladder to promotion, while others thought it was a devil's game and tried to dissuade everyone from participating.
Dun Jun was the first one.
Although, he still had a feeling.
The inside story of the Abyss Game was not that simple.
He dared to participate in the Abyss Game because he had some confidence. He was still healthy, and because he had the strength to wield a shovel for a long time, he should be able to wield a weapon like a hammer.
Of course, apart from that, Dun Jun did not have any special skills that could guarantee his survival in the battle of tens of thousands of people.
However, he only had one life left anyway, so why not give it a try?
…
The night in the City of Steam was still not peaceful.
But Dun Jun, who was tired all day, quickly fell asleep.
The crimson moonlight shone through the window into the room, as if it had a life of its own, and spread to the bed.
Dun Jun began to dream.
In a daze, he felt as if he had come to a huge building.
The white marble pillars, so high that one person could not even wrap his arms around them, towered into the unknown clouds.
He walked on a huge square, and the light around him flowed like a living thing.
"Come …"
"Come here …"
In Dun Jun's ears, he heard a voice, a call.
His mind unconsciously became dizzy. Following the sound, he walked to the front of a huge stone palace.
The palace was grand and magnificent, more magnificent than any building Dun Jun had ever seen. Its door was open, and through the door, an indescribable figure could be seen sitting on a stone throne.
The voice calling out to him became clearer.
"Little guy … you look like you need help …"
"I can invest in you … I don't need anything in return … I just need you to occasionally recite my name …"
"My name is … the Necromancer Master, the Controller of Robbery Power, the God of Immortality!"
…
The call suddenly became sharp, and the invisible notes seemed to have turned into tangible iron awls, piercing into Dun Jun's mind.
No, they're already in.
Dun Jun felt a sharp pain in his eyes and a ringing in his ears. He bent over in pain.
He wanted to struggle, but he couldn't wake up. He couldn't even control his body.
He was like a passerby, looking at his own body and making all kinds of strange movements.
"Ah!"
Dun Jun yelled and woke up.
Unlike the previous time when he was full of energy after sleeping, this time when he woke up, he felt very tired.
"This won't do. I still have to participate in the Abyss Game …"
Dun Jun mumbled as he got off the bed and took out a dagger from under the bed.
This was also his preparation for the Abyssal Game.
The next moment, his eyes blurred as he watched the dagger turn into a cold light and flow softly between his fingers.
"This …"
Dun Jun was shocked. He held the dagger and made a few stabbing poses. He felt that the difference between him and his previous self was like heaven and earth.
At this moment, the dagger seemed to have become an extension of his body. The feeling of mastery and mastery was very intoxicating.
"No …"
He clutched his head and tried to recall. Many combat techniques and knowledge actually appeared in his mind.
Not only that, but his body had already gotten used to these memories. He could perform every movement perfectly.
"These … are these the movements I made in my dream?"
Dun Jun recalled it all at once. Even the huge square and the towering stone pillars were extremely clear.
Of course, the clearest was the string of names:
"The Necromancer, the Controller of Robbery Power, the God of Immortality!"
He murmured the name, not noticing the change in the environment around him.
But Dun Jun already believed in the existence of this person. This was a miracle!
In the City of Steam, the existence of extraordinary powers was not a secret. Even in the wilderness outside the city, monsters with all kinds of terrible abilities wandered.
Therefore, he easily accepted all of this, and even if it was an olive branch handed to him by the devil, he had the resolve to grab it.
After all, he was almost left with nothing.
"God of Immortality … I offer my bravery and my adventures as sacrifices … I hope you can bless me and make me the final winner of the game."
Dun Jun knelt on one knee and began to pray.
…
A long but delicate voice passed through the endless abyss of hell and came to the deepest part of the indescribable darkness.
"The first call …"
The body of the true god, which was as huge as a planet, suddenly moved.
A pair of incomparably huge eyes suddenly opened and rotated.
"Unfortunately … it's a bit strenuous. I need more … more calls to provide the opportunity to locate and break the seal …"
Perhaps the only way for his power to penetrate the ruins was to develop more believers.
Although he could only project some insignificant power, as long as more people called the name of the god, the crack in the seal would become bigger and bigger. From the voice and illusion at the beginning, it would become a real power projection, or even a "Chosen One", or the warrior chosen by the Land of Dreams.
In the end, perhaps he could let an incarnation of himself descend.
"Strange …"
Fang Xian sensed the surroundings. "I've been here for so long, and no god has come … Are they all asleep? Or are they in a state of seal? At least … my Daluo Cave Mysteries Temple did not feel any danger … "
Before entering the world, and after entering the world, this technique did not give any warning.
This made Fang Xian feel a little helpless.
Perhaps this world was really not dangerous, but it was more likely that it had been disturbed and influenced by another power from fate, and had made a wrong judgment!
"The God of Myriad Phenomena … He has many incarnations. Can a mere one do such a thing? Or did he receive some help? "
Otherwise, even if he was a level-eight or level-nine existence, he might not be able to do this.
Of course, it could also be that the authority he held was special, and he happened to encounter a huge change in the world, adding fuel to the fire.
"For example … deception? Concealment? Or chaos?
"Then, what does this rebooted universe have to do with him?
"What will the Abyss of Hell, which contains the remains of many old days and evil gods, ultimately give birth to?"
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