"Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce to you the winner of the Abyss Game … Dun Jun!"
Sijie led Dun Jun to the center of the dance floor and announced loudly.
"Oh, oh!"
The well-dressed men and women cheered together.
The men whistled, and the women were even more enthusiastic, casting flirtatious glances at him. "He's mine tonight."
"No, mine."
"Stop fighting, sisters. Be gentle with the puppy. Maybe we can do it together …"
…
Dun Jun blushed and hurried out of the crowd's attention amidst all kinds of friendly and flirtatious laughter.
His hungry stomach had already secreted a large amount of acid, craving to eat rich protein.
Dun Jun imitated the others, picked up a silver plate and fork, made himself a big pile of barbecued meat, and began to eat heartily.
After eating for an unknown period of time, he burped in satisfaction. Looking at the debauched and depraved upper-class people on the dance floor, he fell into silence again.
With a drink in hand, he rejected the invitations of many ladies and began to wander around the banquet.
On the second floor, there were secret rooms specially prepared for male and female guests, but that was not the focus of his attention.
Dun Jun seemed to hear that murmur again.
He turned around and came to a corner, where he saw an old silver-haired gentleman in a tuxedo eating.
He was elegantly using a spoon to send a bowl of thick soup into his mouth.
Seeing Dun Jun come over, the old man raised his head and revealed a kind smile. "Lucky lad … Your first trip to Hell doesn't feel too good, does it? You just need to get used to it. Congratulations on becoming an Extraordinary. Of course, I won't ask about your source of mystery. That's everyone's privacy. As long as you don't offend anyone, no one will care about you here … "
"Old sir, can I sit beside you?" Dun Jun asked.
"Of course … The reason I'm eating alone isn't because I don't want to share …" The silver-haired old gentleman looked surprised. "I've seen too many winners who quickly indulge in the pleasures of women. You're a little special … You're good at observing your surroundings and discovering the truth hidden beneath the surface …"
"I'm just …" Dun Jun did not know how to answer.
Could he say that he was following the guidance of his heart?
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Henry, but they all call me Old Henry … In Hell, I met a descendant of a great being, and he guided me onto a mysterious path …"
A trace of nostalgia and regret appeared on Old Henry's face. "Unfortunately … Hell is too deep. Later on, when I entered Hell in search of more revelations, I couldn't find any more information … Humans' understanding of Hell is too narrow. In my opinion, it's not just the pollution of the underground, it's also everything … for example, the secret behind why the prehistoric civilization was destroyed! I suspect that the higher-ups in Uptown know this secret, but they deny it … "
Old Henry seemed very regretful and drank another mouthful of soup.
Seeing Dun Jun's gaze, his expression became even gentler. "Do you want to try it? This pot of thick soup is my favorite delicacy. "
"If I'm not presumptuous …"
Halfway through Dun Jun's sentence, he saw Old Heng scoop out an eyeball from the basin with a silver spoon.
"Ah … the source of fresh light, the gift of the Eye Lord …"
Old Henry's eyes lit up. He swallowed the eyeball and turned to look at Dun Jun. "I sincerely invite you to become a member of the Eye Cult …"
"No!"
Dun Jun suppressed his nausea and quickly retreated.
In his heart, he suddenly developed a strong interest in the history of the Cataclysm.
At this moment, a soft murmur sounded in his ears again.
"Oh, yes, and spread the glory of our Lord … the Necromancer Master, the Controller of Robbery Power, the God of Immortality!"
…
In the wilderness.
Light gathered and turned into a large door.
A somewhat disheveled figure hurriedly escaped from it.
Thud!
He landed hard on the ground and rolled over pathetically. His face was revealed. It was Smith!
"It's a success … I've become the Chosen One and come to the Alternate World!"
Looking at the triangular red moon in the sky, Smith knew that he had come to the Alternate World. "Praise the Lord!"
After experiencing all this, his faith in the Lost God became even more pious.
However, it was not easy to teleport to the Alternate World, especially with one's body, even with Dreamland.
Some of the Chosen Ones were unlucky enough to be buried in the torrent of space.
Smith subconsciously activated his Spiritual Energy and chanted an incantation to heal his injuries.
The next moment, nothing happened.
"In a different world, the rules have also changed …"
Smith could sense that this place was like Phillip City, which was surrounded by a seal, isolating most of the power of the ancient rulers.
"But … praise the Lord, his power can still be used in this world …"
Smith chanted the immortal poem.
Gradually, he got up and looked at the empty wilderness, frowning.
"The mission that the Lord gave me is to investigate the ancient ruins and look for information before the Cataclysm. It would be best if I could obtain the secret of the Cataclysm … But where should I start?"
Smith murmured. Suddenly, he saw a black shadow in the bushes.
It looked like a big, rotten dog, but there were human heads on both its shoulders. The beast head in the middle was drooling, its eyes bloodthirsty and crazy.
"Mutated creature? Or some kind of dependent? "
Smith's eyes focused. "I didn't expect that the first creature I saw in the Alternate World would be such a disgusting you …"
He opened his mouth and chanted an incantation to praise the Lost God.
The feeling of madness continued to spread in the surroundings.
"Woo woo …"
The monster's expression became confused, and it ran away with its tail between its legs.
If it stayed here, it might go crazy, or it might be brainwashed and become a believer of the Lost God.
"Woo …"
Smith did not chase after it. He half-knelt and covered his forehead. "My Spiritual Energy is actually so weak? No … it's been suppressed. Is it the influence of a different world? "
This was also the reason why he did not directly kill the monster.
Moreover, a portion of the Spiritual Energy that he had spread just now had already allowed him to find a few targets.
They were human survivors in the wilderness!
Their clothes were tattered, and they almost did not look human. They held simple weapons in their hands, but their faces were filled with ferocity.
"It'll be a little troublesome to sneak in … Oh right, I forgot that I don't know the local language …"
Smith secretly approached these natives and watched them carefully begin to gather and hunt … He fell into deep thought.
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