People Forgotten by the Era

"I understand! The spatial differences, the hardness of dimensional barriers, and the difficulty of traversing in my world are all defined by the Rule Layer."

"In other words, we just broke through the threshold with high-energy force, forcibly reaching the space distortion energy level defined by the Rule Layer, folding spacetime and blasting out Wormhole?" Contemplative Pivot Scholar understood.

Wormholes in this World Rules, are not as simple and sophisticated as those in the Base Space. It seems that in this world, once the energy level is reached, space can be directly distorted.

It folds with other spatial structures in the spacetime bubble, directly opening a Wormhole, without even needing to maintain it.

Su Luo nodded, collecting the extremely small amount of Primordial Mana remaining from the shattered Silk Mana before she could investigate the abrupt Wormhole.

"Where could the opening of this Wormhole be?" Contemplative Pivot Scholar was very curious.

Su Luo was also very curious, but she first put the Primordial Mana into the Cycle, and then manipulated the Primordial Mana to begin Chain Self-Replication in the vast energy, absorbing the Silk Mana and beginning to transform autonomously.

Silk Mana, as an energy particle with a self-structured encryption, can do work, and can also be absorbed by Primordial Mana and transformed into more.

Similarly, if someone controls the Silk Mana and actively Infestation the Primordial Mana, they can also achieve reverse assimilation. Mana is quite versatile, which means its encrypted version is also quite versatile.

Like a rat dropping into a pot of soup, the Silk Mana began to be Contamination, and the Primordial Mana was released into the Demon Realm, where it began to multiply wildly.

Having laid all the groundwork, Su Luo slowly approached the desolate, deep black Wormhole, carefully probing it with a condensed wisp of perception.

Perception has disappeared.

The Dreamscape summoned Xiao Xiao Luo into the dream.

Xiao Xiao Luo disappeared.

Cast the Demon Network.

The Demon Network disappeared.

"What's going on? Could this be connected to something outside the world?"

Now Contemplative Pivot Scholar understood why this Wormhole looked pitch black.

Logically speaking, a normal Wormhole should be a two-way passage, regardless of where it leads.

There is entry and exit, energy exchange, and information flow. Even unstable, transient Wormholes will have a slight energy spillover.

But nothing came from the other side; everything that had passed had vanished, and all matter and energy that had entered it had disappeared without a trace. It was even an instantaneous loss of contact, more absurd than Divine Kingdom.

Having never seen Wormhole before, Su Luo didn't dare to make any rash moves.

"In that case, I will go to the Divine Kingdom first. My retinue will monitor this Wormhole, and Jingsi, you will record the observation data."

Su Luo pointed to the Contemplative Pivot Scholar.

"No problem!"

"I have a feeling that the energy in this world is increasing abnormally."

A crimson sky heavily shrouded the earth, the entire world was deathly desolate and barren, devoid of any vegetation. There was not a trace of free energy in the air, the deathly silence was so oppressive that it was suffocating.

A bizarre, pink starfish-like creature lay sprawled on the cracked, barren ground, its flat body limply pressed against the earth, its Godless eyes staring blankly at the blood-red sky above, its voice hoarse and low.

"Not detected."

A figure sitting cross-legged beside him, with a Zhanmadao resting on his knees, sensed for a moment and then answered.

"No, some kind of massive explosion happened somewhere. It's normal that you can't sense it; it's normal that I can sense the explosion."

The pink starfish wriggled its body and said this.

"So, are you going to go and look for it?" Song Shige asked.

"Forget it, the energy consumed in the search probably far exceeds the energy increase in this world... Damn it, why are we so damn unlucky?!"

The pink creature resembling Patrick Star covered its face, unsure of what to say.

"Don't speak." Song Shige closed his eyes.

The two are in extremely poor condition, with their Attributes both below 18, and their bodies are almost completely depleted.

There were more than two Survivors here. Not far from them, about a kilometer away, a emaciated, desiccated corpse sat Jingjing on the barren ground, as if it had been gone for a long time.

Not far away, a Survivor had just fled a famine, collapsed on the ground, about to fall into a deep sleep.

The sadness and melancholy in his eyes could only be seen in Eastern European gay pornographic films.

Not far away, a Survivor was continuously summoning all sorts of creatures from the Void: some were shy, beautiful girls; some were colossal beasts hundreds of meters tall; and some were life forms that existed only as souls...

But whatever is summoned, anything with flesh and blood is kneaded into a ball and eaten by the Survivor, while anything with a lot of energy is directly absorbed, like a starving ghost.

About a hundred kilometers away, a lump of flesh lay on the ground, constantly grabbing particles from mid-air. Occasionally, bright light would spill out from its body, which turned out to be a nuclear fusion reactor operating inside to maintain its energy consumption.

A shrunken cocoon hangs in mid-air, with countless fine threads extending out, drawing something from the air.

Looking around, there were more than two hundred Survivors in this extremely desolate place where there was no free energy, and they all looked like they were about to die.

Above all the Survivors, a pitiful figure hung upside down in the air, covered in countless wounds—it was [Food].

No one could have predicted that a group of top Survivor had survived two era changes and countless Life and Death battles would end up getting stuck in Dungeon bug.

They were forgotten by the times, becoming the People Forgotten by the Era.

Patrick Star stopped struggling, lay on his back on the ground, and pondered when his current form would be drained.

"Damn it, if you're going to open Dungeon, just do it properly! How come there are bugs?!"

Logically, when a normal era ends, all Survivors should have their status cleared, their battle records settled, and be pushed into the next era by the system.

But no one knows what happened; they weren't cleared of their previous state, nor did they enter the next era. They simply remained in the Chaos of the previous era, watching the entire world being "digested."

The entire old world was slowly swallowed up by the Dungeon mechanism. Once the underlying Chaos high energy of the Second Era was completely digested, what remained was this scarlet, Desolate Space.

It was as if the entire Dungeon had forgotten about them.

At first, everyone was accepting it, and some were even in the mood to nudge the other Survivors, but they soon discovered a pleasant surprise.

Survivors who are killed by an elbow will Resurrection in this spot soon, and may even lose a small portion of their Essence.

And that Essence was randomly bestowed upon the remaining survivors!

In other words, killing other Survivors in this space can even grant you access to Survivor Essence!

Although the drops were few, and although the drops were Essence randomly added to other Survivors, every little bit helps, and an indescribable melee began to erupt in this place.

In a desolate prison where resources are completely depleted, even an Origin is a hope for survival.

By the time someone realized they hadn't done anything and their Essence had inexplicably vanished, the battlefield had descended into madness.