The Origin of Otherworldly Species

After a while, Liu Jian asked unwillingly, "Then what do you want me to do? Am I supposed to stop making progress?"

"No. Didn't you respond to a group of Otherworldly Users who contacted you a few days ago? You should have gained power from that too, right? That model is quite good. Although the night gave you black eyes, you can use them to seek the light." The Silver Marble patiently guided him.

Liu Jian was shaken. What philosophical words—almost as if they had been tailored specifically for him.

The Otherworldly Species of anger and hatred could easily steer an Otherworldly User toward the Dark Stream.

Could he resist the Otherworldly Species' influence?

After thinking for a while, he realized that no matter what, he could only lower his head for now.

So Liu Jian said, "All right, I accept your advice. Thank you."

"Yes. Don't continue that Escapees' Game. Human lives aren't toys. If the other party is guilty, then deal with them according to Secular Rules. Use proper methods to increase your strength, not all those messy tricks. Only by walking the right path can one last in this world. Anyone who tries to play clever little games will eventually suffer the consequences." The Silver Marble continued reciting its script.

Uh... Liu Jian touched his hairline. The tone of those words felt somewhat familiar, but he had not learned Extraordinary Memory and could not recall it for the moment.

"Got it," he said quietly.

"Then that's settled. We'll cooperate again if something comes up."

Soon afterward, four large spheres of different colors vanished from around the Red Orb.

Not long after, Liu Jian slammed his fist into his bedboard with a bang.

Bastard, how had I been exposed?

Can just anyone come and tell me how to