Yang Liu found that he had walked into a long dark corridor, and it was so dark all around that he could not sense the existence of any matter for a while.

Darkness, negativity, destruction, destruction, collapse, a series of unpleasant smells linger in the nostrils.

There was a trace of panic in my heart, and under the pull of an inexplicable force, the panic gradually intensified.

There is something weird in this alien space...

By forcefully driving away the lack of composure in your mind and stabilizing your conscious self, this symptom will slowly ease.

Anyang and Ruan Ling couldn't help them, maybe they thought they were fighting a life-and-death battle with Soul Eater.

All they could do was probably pray.

This time, he was destined to face it alone.

Even though he possesses special strange power and has obtained the qualification to destroy Soul Eater, things are far from being as simple as he imagined.

This is a C-level weirdness.

In the eyes of Yang Liu, who broke through the B-level weird incident for the first time in a separate team outside the squad, it was no less than killing the enemy over the top.

By the way...he still has some connection with the outside world in his consciousness.

Secret Master's Record!

"Where have I come?"

[This is the realm formed by Soul Eater in the imitation space. Within the realm, its actions are even more unpredictable...]

field?

Logically speaking, C-level weirdness does not have a domain, so this is probably its special power that only exists in the pseudo-carving space.

Depend on!

Although there is no real field effect.

But [Soul Eater] should be more difficult, right?

The long dark corridor seemed endless... but in fact, after breaking through the gray film, Yangliu's consciousness came to a wilderness.

At that moment!

The wilderness becomes ruins.

This seems to be a doomsday scene.

The desolate streets are full of garbage that has not been cleaned and stinks.

Countless scrapped vehicles lie across the streets, blocking the passages. When you touch them with your hands, there is a strong smell of gunpowder.

There is an inexplicable aura of terror flowing in the air.

The cold wind blew by, and dead branches and leaves, as well as waste paper and garbage, swept up from the ground, flying together with the dust in the sky, making people's vision become more and more blurred, and waves of despair and helplessness rose in their hearts.

The strong smell of blood stimulates people's fragile nerves.

Pedestrians walked by from time to time, and Yangliu wanted to say hello to them, but they turned a deaf ear.

He put his hand on the shoulder of an old man.

What he touched was physical.

But the old man turned around and couldn't see him.

Wu Zi muttered, "Damn it, who is filming me? Do you want to live in this world? There are wars everywhere... The worst thing is that weirdness is coming... Destruction and destruction... Destruction everywhere!"

From time to time, shrill wails could be heard in the distance, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes far and sometimes near, making people feel even more frightened and uneasy.

Yangliu walked into several shopping malls.

Without exception, shops and supermarkets were empty, doors were broken, windows were broken, and glass was shattered into pieces.

The sharp edges and corners were still shining with a bloodthirsty light under the bloody sunset.

The shelves collapsed, debris piled up indiscriminately, and the floor was a mess.

The looted merchandise was left in a mess in a dark corner.

The mottled walls were covered with splatters of purple-brown dried blood and bloody fingerprints. Occasionally, there were suspicious dead bodies lying on the ground, emitting a stench.

Swarms of blowflies were lingering and biting on the rotting corpses.

When disturbed, they flew away in all directions, carrying with them the remains of rotten flesh, and went back to look for new corpses to gnaw on.

The gunfire on the battlefield was deafening, and the shells and shells roared down from the air like a storm and exploded on the battlefield.

What the hell is this? An illusion created by [Soul Eater], but why do people here sense their own existence?

Yang Liu was at a loss.

The earth and rubble were suddenly blown away, sending up smoke and dust all over the sky, and fell on Yang Liu's face and body.

People desperately pulled the triggers one after another, firing all kinds of light and heavy weapons at full speed, pouring out overwhelming hatred against the enemies who were friends and relatives.

The soldiers held machine guns and fired fiercely at the enemies. Looking from a distance, on the vast bloody battlefield, countless enemies were approaching in dense numbers like ants crawling all over the ground.

The house hit by the shell was burning with raging fire.

Gunpowder smoke filled the entire battlefield, and the air was filled with the suffocating smell of gunpowder, mixed with the disgusting smell of blood, making people dizzy.

The picture of war and weirdness coexisting in Soul Eater?

What is its purpose?

At this time, Mi Shi Lu popped out several more words.

[This is a real picture from today, more than 6,000 years ago...in the spring of 3051 AD.]

【A very familiar scene!】

[War was the normal state of mankind at that time. Greed and desire continued to corrode the human soul, and violence was infinitely amplified in the killings between people...]

【Oh, damn!】

[In this torrent of painful steel, no one can be alone...no one!]

[The riddled planet is weakening and wailing... it is angry, and it has chosen some agents... so the weirdness is spread by them! 】

[Faced with a common enemy, human beings began to hold together for warmth, and unity became the mainstream! 】

[Post-disaster reconstruction has begun...]

[Light replaces darkness, and the smog is gradually dispersed... People happily welcome a new era! 】

[But the weird thing is still a knife hanging over people's heads... How insignificant human beings are under the mighty power of heaven and earth...]

[It sends down compassion...human beings are after all one of its many "sons"!]

[A strange ritual appears...the Mystic Master is born...the Mystical Master's Record exists from now on. Between destruction and hope, the world is reborn...]

After reading through it, Yang Liu let out a deep breath.

This is probably history buried in the ruins, right?

So what exactly is the origin of Soul Eater...

Why does it never forget this period of history?

Many questions...

I guess it won’t be solved until later, right?

The scene changes!

What appeared in front of Yangliu's eyes was the vast sea. Standing in the sea, he didn't feel suffocated at all.

A black fish swam past him.

He wanted to touch it.

Unfortunately, the black fish swung its tail and was five meters away.

The black fish jumped up and down in the sea happily.

Rest on a turtle shell, scratch under the belly of a shark, eat shrimps in a coral reef, and have a moment of life and death under a crab's claws.

A trace of throbbing grew in Yangliu's consciousness.

Severe pain...as if someone was pulling away from his ribs.

"I...fuck!"

Suddenly, consciousness was like a candle in the wind.

Cutting off your fingers is nothing more than that, right?

A crystal white fish swam out from his body.

Yangliu felt it clearly.

This is the transformation of the strange power of Shizuo.

It actually came out of his body!
To be continued...