At the word "followers," the body before him trembled almost imperceptibly.
"I don't care who you were or what you did before, because none of that means anything to me. In this world, no one can betray me."
The Whisperer's voice was magnetic, and his calm tone brimmed with confidence.
"Would you rather die here in such misery, or follow me and begin a brand-new life? Tell me... your answer." The Whisperer narrowed his eyes slightly.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
The body remained utterly motionless, as if it were dead.
Just as The Whisperer was about to lose his patience, the charred body swayed, shedding large flakes of debris. His lips trembled faintly, and an extremely soft voice emerged.
"—Fine."
His voice was quiet and weak, but The Whisperer heard it.
A smile blossomed across The Whisperer's face. He rose to his feet, and the surrounding environment twisted eerily. A bizarre spectacle spread from around him, everything hovering between reality and dream.
This was the divine realm of the "Klein" realm, Sequence 018, Dream Divergence.
Within this seemingly nonexistent world, the charred body slowly floated upward. Shimmering, hazy radiance surged across him. His blackened flesh began to regenerate, his severed right leg began to grow back, and his dying internal organs began to be reborn...
The itching and pain felt as though someone had carved away every patch of necrotic flesh with a blade before forcibly stuffing fresh muscle tissue into him. Even under torture as severe as this, he still clenched his teeth and made no sound.
Time passed bit by bit. The flickering light faded, and a living, brand-new body had already been born.
The restored Shen Qingzhu slowly descended to the ground. He narrowed his eyes and watched the bewitching man before him, his thoughts