An Encounter

"This really is one world per abyssal layer... Ugh, disgusting."

Lu PingAn pulled his foot out of the mire, frowning with a thoroughly displeased expression.

Ever since entering the seventh layer, the rain had never stopped. Sometimes it was heavy rain, and sometimes it was torrential rain.

His body, the ground, even his underwear had never been dry. Lu PingAn had carelessly stepped into a sludge bog just now and slid three or four meters down, becoming completely trapped in the swamp.

Ordinary people would have died long ago in this environment. Both the bogs and the rain carried deadly toxins capable of corroding mortals, yet Lu PingAn could still complain that his boots and trousers were soaked through and unbearably uncomfortable to wear.

Everyone else was in the Courtyard. If this environment was a disaster for Lu PingAn, then it would be a catastrophe for the others.

The "pollution concentration" in the air was already extremely high—the kind that made Cat Cat want to "sleep forever" after taking a whiff.

This layer was probably the original abyss, the source of everything.

"...A world model that keeps descending?"

Lu PingAn's eyes pierced through the rain, through the phantom images, and saw that other dimension endlessly falling downward.

This was the seventh layer of the abyss, but in truth, it was also the first layer. It was merely that, through years of "continuous descent," new layers had been added.

"...It's beyond saving."

With just one glance, Lu PingAn saw the endless unknown beneath those seven layers. An "abyss" that had reached this point was already an independent world that could no longer be stopped.

It was like a wound that continuously bled and was fated to never be sealed. If the world did not wish to bleed to death, it could