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Dongsheng Kingdom.

capital.

A certain hospital, on the 18th floor.

A young man wearing a hospital gown stood in front of the window sill and looked out.

It rained heavily and the whole world was in depression.

No one was there in the entire hospital, nor in the streets, shopping malls, roads or even family buildings outside the hospital.

To be precise, there was no living person. A voice buzzed in the void:

"God, the corpse you borrowed to bring back the soul is the most suitable corpse in the entire capital." The young man stretched out his hand to catch the rain outside the window, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

He pointed to the pouring rain outside and said excitedly: "Nuutou Mamian, look outside -"

"Sir, it seems that the sacrificial array has been successfully launched, and the messenger of destruction is bringing down a great flood." Niu Tou said. "The plan of the god has been fully realized." Ma Mian also said.

The young man smiled proudly, opened his arms and said:

"The great flood will spread throughout the world. At that time, if I appear again, I can guide the few remaining humans to the primitive slash-and-burn era."

"As for the guy who has mastered the Tianhe Navy." "Don't worry about him for the time being."

"—because I've already won."

He finished speaking slowly, and the smile on his face suddenly froze. Outside the window.

The rain is tapering off rapidly.

Soon, the rain stopped completely, the dark clouds dispersed in the sky, and the sun came out. The young man murmured absently:

"No, this is impossible. The sacrifice array has clearly completed the deal, and the Destruction Messenger will definitely release a great flood. Why-"

He didn't say any more.

Yes, that was originally the case, but why was it changed?

Naturally, it's because the festival array doesn't have its own host and is being taken advantage of by others. Who is it?

Who else could it be! "Damn boy."

The young man gritted his teeth, pulled out a long bloody stick from the void, and jumped out of the window. At the same time.

On the square.

Those men and women in uniforms appeared again.

As soon as they appeared, they immediately knelt down on one knee, lowered their heads and said, "Sir, this is it."

A huge black shadow appeared in the sky. The black shadow was motionless.

The men and women on the ground held their breath and did not dare to make a sound for a long time.

A voice sounded from mid-air:

"There is indeed a big flood here. You were right to call me here." Everyone suddenly became happy.

However, the voice continued:

"However, the Great Flood has been used... It seems that the man found a way to use the emblem, and you failed to stop him."

"This is your mistake."

"Do you know that I can't come to this world now - now because of your information, I paid an extremely huge price to come here, but I didn't see the Destruction Messenger, nor did I see the Great Flood just after it was finished.

A huge dark shadow fell gently and enveloped everyone.

Five or six men and women knelt still, but ghost shadows of souls appeared on their backs, as if they were sucked up by something, and flew towards the sky.

These souls struggled crazily, trying to escape from this dark void. But it was useless-

The souls were horrified to find that they were completely plunged into the dark shadows, with no room for rejection. Then...

The darkness of unconsciousness covered everything for a while.

In mid-air, the voice sounded again:

"Forget it, if he really collects the "End", it will save me a lot of trouble." "It's not easy to do this... I will wait for him here."

All the black shadows gathered together and stood in the square, emitting waves of darkness. Each piece of darkness was constantly devouring everything around it.

"Hello."

"Sigh the wall, do you think there is a possibility-"

"Can we temporarily turn enemies into friends with each other, bring them to the same level, and then find ways to deal with them?"

Wu Xiaode said to the sighing wall.

Sighing, two lines of small words in ice crystals appeared on the wall: "You proposed a

An idea.”

"Now I show you the original appearance of the current "end"." Sighing, a brand new icon appeared on the wall.

I saw this icon is an oval ancient mirror glowing with blue light. "The Shadow of Endless Fear."

"The source of fear in all worlds, the special kind of "end", the mirror of the inner world."

"Instructions: Expand a world inside the mirror and release all fantasy and fear."

"—Born in a world that was perfectly ended by the Great Flood, it is the complete transformation and embodiment of the world's source of power."

Wu Xiaode took a breath quietly.

He found that he seemed to have something extra - it was in the Book of the Dead, which he could call at any time. There was nothing else but this "Shadow of Endless Fear".

When I fixed my mind on this mirror, everything around me fell into silence. It seemed that something beyond common sense was about to happen.

Wu Xiaode himself felt palpitations and fear, and couldn't help but break the mental connection with this mirror. "Is this the end I will get?" he asked.

"Yes, it's done."

The spirit within him spoke, "I have paid my reward, and now I must leave, but at the end, let me take something out of you - now is the time to use it."

Wu Xiaode suddenly felt something in his hand. The next moment.

He suddenly found that he had regained control of his body. A line of small words in ice crystals appeared:

"The spirit has returned to the spirit world. In addition, you can already use an item." Wu Xiaode looked down.

I have an extra coin in my hand.

The front side of the coin is the blazing sun above the clouds, and the other side is a blurry figure floating above the endless corpses.

Wu Xiaode couldn't help but feel enlightened after recalling it for a moment.

—I got this coin when I awakened my name. I always thought that its function was to activate my name, but I never thought that it would be useful at this moment.

When I first awakened as the "Tianzhi Minggui" in the City of Holy Names, I went to see those laws. One of the laws was fear.

He once said that he was very fond of him.

Wu Xiaode looked at the coin, then looked at the mirror on the wall of Sigh. The name of the mirror was "The Shadow of Endless Fear".

I have never figured out why the Law of Fear is so optimistic about me. But now it seems that the other party really has a foresight.

Because I am really in tune with fear, even the "end" I am looking for contains elements of fear. Okay.

This "end" is already very strong.

But according to experience, if you can make something have its own style, it will be stronger! Wu Xiaode looked at the coin in his hand.

A line of small words suddenly appeared on the coin:

"Really powerful willpower does not come from others, but from yourself." Interesting.

Willingness is indeed the force that drives the evolution of skills.

—I have always done live broadcasts to earn other people’s willpower. As for my own willpower, I don’t know how to use it.

He flipped the coin.

A sentence quickly appeared on the back of the coin:

"Use your willpower to make the "end" your style, which is the beginning of becoming stronger." Ding.

The coin flew up from his hand, fell into the wall of sighs, and disappeared. A line of small words in ice crystals suddenly appeared on the wall of sighs:

"Everything is ready."

"The coin will continue to search for everything you fear in your memory and reappear in your mind."

"When you inspire your willpower due to fear, you can resonate with the 'Shadow of Endless Fear' and activate it to evolve."

"You will get an "end" that suits your personal fighting style. The next moment.

There was a flash of light and shadow all around.

Wu Xiaode only felt that he was retreating quickly, and was about to return to the previous world. - Why so fast?

I haven't figured out how to activate my wish power yet! At this moment.

A scene in my memory resurfaced.

It seemed like a familiar voice said loudly in my ears: "Do you want to learn how to use a dagger?"

"Yes, daggers are very useful, can you teach me?" he said to himself

.

"You're such a hot-blooded kid. Why don't you learn how to use daggers? What if you start fighting with someone and kill them?" said the voice.

"Uncle Qian, just teach me how to do it." I begged myself.

"We gangsters, don't play with daggers easily - this thing is a prison-related artifact, understand?" said the voice.

The picture in my memory gradually became clearer. It was midnight.

There was no one in front of the late night snack stall.

Uncle Qian held a cigarette in his mouth and stood behind the stall, talking to himself about street things. "Then what should I learn?"

While clearing the table, he asked confusedly, "Jiu Jitsu."

"Jiu Jitsu? Master Qian, my Lord, you want me to learn Jiu Jitsu? I'll laugh it off if I tell you." He said dissatisfiedly.

"You brat, only jujitsu can control your opponent and calm down troubles. It's really a must-have skill when traveling at home." The other party said dissatisfied.

"But Jiu-Jitsu will drag the fight to the ground, but on the street, the fight will always be chaotic and out of control. No one can face more than two opponents on the ground at the same time." He argued.

Uncle Qian spat and said impatiently:

"What's the good of learning to fight? If you win, you'll go to jail, but if you lose, you'll be hospitalized. Boy, you should study hard. When you grow up, you will be a doctor or a lawyer. Life will be glorious."

"Uncle Qian, I need to learn some self-defense skills to protect myself. You know, I have no money and no family to help me, so I can be easily bullied."

"Well, since you have been working at the night market with me for so many days and are very diligent in fighting, I will tell you the secret of street fighting."

"Uncle Qian, say it quickly." "Run." "Run?"

"Yes, it's on the street. If you can run away, there won't be any problems. Others can't hit you."

"What if you are stuck in a dead end? Please, Uncle Qian, you have been fighting for so many years and you are an old man in the gang. Please tell me a word. I thank you very much. I will burn paper for you when you die."

"Brat!"

Uncle Qian cursed nonchalantly and muttered: "I'm scared of you because of my venomous mouth, so I'm going to tell you a sentence. I'll say it only once. Listen carefully."

"Speak quickly - don't let me run away again, I can do this!" he said to himself.

Uncle Qian's expression suddenly straightened up and he whispered: "Remember, this is how we play on the street -"

The screen flashed away.

Wu Xiaode only felt that his feet had landed on the ground. The world appeared before his eyes again.

This is the square of the capital of Dongsheng Kingdom. - I have returned. Not far away, a voice sounded:

"What good luck. It seems that I didn't run in vain this time. I can finally make up for my losses." Wu Xiaode turned around and looked.

I saw several corpses kneeling in the square.

—It was those humans who threatened him to hand over his emblem.

In addition, all the patrolling robots lost their power, their bodies were torn apart by some extremely violent force, and they were thrown randomly in the square.

Farther away, there was a corpse of a human boy strung on a black pointed pillar. The boy had been dead for a long time, but he still clutched a long bloody stick in his hand.

Wu Xiaode recognized this long stick. It was the weapon of the City God.


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