A woman wearing a white dress and a golden bun on the back of her head was sitting at a desk with her back to Mark.
Late at night, the moonlight shone into the room like a dream, and the woman lay with her hands on the table, motionless.
Everything around was silent and there was no sound.
Mark was lying on the bed, looking sideways at the woman at the table.
He was extremely puzzled. He clearly remembered that he was on the "Mechanical Ascension". Although he didn't want to admit it, he was used to falling asleep in the cabin with the crackling sound of the waves.
And now looking outside, what kind of cabin is this?
This is obviously a house on land.
When he woke up in a haze, he saw an unknown woman sitting at the desk in front of him.
Where did this woman come from?
What a joke!
A group of A-level strong men around him could actually allow people to sneak in quietly?
The surroundings were eerily quiet.
Mark frowned and tried to open his eyes, trying to see clearly who the woman sitting there was.
But the more he tried to see clearly, the more he couldn't see anything clearly.
His eyes, which had always had excellent vision, seemed to have lost their focus. What made him even more scared was that his body was as cold as a ghost, and he couldn't even move a finger!
In the confusion, there seemed to be something whispering. The voice was very close, right next to his ear beads. It seemed that it was gently gnawing at his ears like grinding teeth while mumbling horrifying words with its mouth.
Mixed with the illusion that the limbs were being eaten, the sound became increasingly weird.
Several cold gazes were cast on his right temple, and he seemed to be able to imagine several terrifying vertical pupils, staring at him without blinking.
Mark felt goosebumps all over his body.
"Bata!"
The woman at the desk suddenly made some movement.
In an instant, all the sounds except the woman's side disappeared. Mark gathered his thoughts and looked at the woman at the table.
The woman in the dress stood up silently, with her back to him and remained motionless. Her body was so gentle that when the night wind blew, the sleeves on the dress fluttered in the wind.
The sleeves where the arms are located are so loose and empty, as if they have no limbs...
No!
etc!
It doesn’t ‘seem’, that woman really has no limbs!
"You..." Mark wanted to say something, but he was horrified to find that he couldn't even squeeze a complete sentence out of his throat.
Intense fear dominated his body, as if he was enjoying a damn electric shock, and his clenched teeth kept chattering. Every inch of skin and every muscle on his body was trembling uncontrollably.
Drops of cold sweat seeped out from all the 100,000 pores in his body.
Damn it!
After meeting the real evil god, Mark thought he could face all the weirdness in the world without hesitation.
However, at this moment when all his extraordinary props were taken away and all his extraordinary powers were unable to be used, when he once again faced strange events as an ordinary person, he found that he seemed to have made little progress compared to before the time travel.
The woman finally looked back.
It's because the body doesn't understand, and the neck slowly turns 180 degrees back.
From behind, he saw that the woman's white neck was quietly disintegrating like a melted candle.
So does the female face.
However, blood and tears seeped out from the corners of the woman's eyes and flowed on her face. Through the traces of blood flow, the outline of a delicate woman's face could still be distinguished.
"Ta! Ta! Ta!"
The rhythmic swing of the white dress seemed to tell Mark that the woman was moving her legs.
Women have no legs!
The sound of crisp footsteps came from under the empty skirt again, and the footsteps didn't stop until the fluttering woman's body floated to Mark's bed.
Mark experienced fear for the first time in a long time.
He turned his head crazily, calling for the omnipotent dice of fate in his heart.
However, there are no dice!
There is nothing that can protect him.
The woman spoke, no, it was more like the tangible transparent face soaked in blood opening and closing her mouth.
Blood foam was sprayed out one after another.
Mark finally heard what the woman said:
"Hand... give me back my... hand..."
The cold and weird woman got closer to Mark, but his body couldn't move, and his limbs and back began to cramp violently.
When the woman raised her sleeves and protruded a pair of inhuman claws from the opening of the sleeves, the fear in Mark's heart reached the extreme.
He instinctively wanted to close his eyes to prevent himself from being brutally mutilated. But the cold fear seemed to have become glue, clinging tightly to his eyelids. Not to mention closing his eyes, he blinked repeatedly.
It has become a 'luxury' move.
"Bah!"
The woman's non-existent, cold and temperatureless hands emerged from the illusion, grabbed Mark's left hand, and tore it apart...
The woman smiled: "Now, I have my hands..."
"ah--"
Mark used his last strength to let out an earth-shattering scream and jumped up from the bed at the same time.
When he exerted too much force, he even fell down.
The next second, the woman disappeared.
It was replaced by a mutilated puppet face.
Originally, this would have been an extremely terrifying scene, but Mark was like a drowning man grasping for the last straw, hugging the doll tightly, and there was a pillow that came over.
"Master, what's wrong with you?" In maybe less than a second, Conrad and Helena rushed into Mark's cabin.
Under any other circumstances, this would have been a scene of social death.
Such a big man is hugging a doll and a pillow.
However, their focus was that Mark's clothes were soaked in cold sweat, his face was pale, his pupils were dilated uncontrollably, and his eyeballs were bloodshot.
"Hoo-ho-ho-"
Mark, who was still in shock, leaned on Minnie's wooden arm and breathed in the fresh, slightly salty air from the sea.
It felt like I could no longer breathe in the next second.
Helena rushed up and screamed: "No! Mark! Your soul is missing!"
In the vision of the soul, Mark's left arm disappeared starting from the elbow.
If it were an ordinary person, his left hand would have lost feeling for a long time. Although his left hand is still there, it seems like he has lost his left arm. He cannot even move a finger on his left hand.
As everyone knows, Mark's spiritual body expanded once.
What collapsed this time was exactly the part that was expanded before.
The loss cannot be said to be minor, but if the original core of the soul has not been touched, then at least there is still salvation.
There were no ordinary people present, so of course they realized what was happening.
Conrad's big bell-like eyes widened: "Young Master, you are cursed!"
Mark subconsciously took out the card [Remnant Body of the Valkyrie] with his left hand, and in an almost whispering tone, he told what he saw in his dream.
"Then what are you waiting for! Destroy it now!" Conrad had a bad temper and couldn't bear to have such an evil thing around him.
Helena shook her head: "No! It's not that simple to solve. Someone, even a powerful organization, is cursing Mark across space. The level of this spell is quite high, and it will most likely activate everything around the victim.
[Abnormal], causing him to fall into fear. But the essence of the curse is to swallow Master Mark’s soul.”
"What should we do?" It was Minnie who asked.
As someone who has always been by Mark's side, she feels the most guilty.
When Mark had an accident, she and Bison were unable to enter Mark's nightmare and pull him out.
It's really ridiculous. The person who can best deal with the curse should be Mark, a believer in knowledge.
It's a pity that he is a guy who is better at practice than theory. When he encountered such a profound spell, he was blinded on the spot.
Conrad suggested: "How about going to the Church of the Night and giving it a try? Fighting evil spells is Ms. Night's specialty. And the Church of the Night is not likely to trick the young master."
Mark suddenly realized that he was so stubborn!
Not only does he have no enmity with the Church of Light and Night, but he has a deep bond with them.
Even if the Goddess of Light is dissatisfied with him this time, it would be nice to have Lady Night to support him. Besides, his father’s father is still affiliated with the God of Light.
"Then, that's it..."
Mark didn't know that a group of mysterious gray-robed men were whispering around a dark underground altar.
The strange atmosphere is spreading endlessly.
"Success?"
"It succeeded, then it failed."
"What to say!"
"According to the weight of the soul that was annihilated, even with the soul strength of a normal Sequence 7 Doctor Who, he should have died in disarray. But obviously, his soul strength far exceeds that of a Sequence 7 Extraordinary."
"Are you an idiot? Why don't you go all out from the beginning!" The man who looked like a leader slapped the man who just spoke hard.
"He...he has an extraordinary object that is at least A-level to cover up his soul aura. We spent a lot of extra mental energy just to locate it. During the curse attack, we were attacked by a fate-based extraordinary object of unknown level.
Obstructed, it is impossible to connect more threads of doom. It can only activate the [Items of Doom] around him. This greatly reduces the effect of the entire spell."
"Bastard!" The leader slapped the man again: "You have to treat him as a [Death Breaker]! This kind of guy must increase the risk level by at least three levels! Prepare immediately, and even if it doesn't work, you must find out who he is.
Who! Where is he! Even if we cannot destroy him at the soul level, we must kill him physically!"
"Yes! Please rest assured, sir, that [Item of Misfortune] was once a high-sequence battle angel. After turning into an evil object, the power of its complete form is at least S-level. That carbine* Cthulhu will never be able to withstand it.
