The sky was dim. Sticky, dark-green liquid gradually seeped through the clouds. After staining the sky, it emitted a horrifying corrosive hiss. A massive face, seemingly from beyond the heavens, leaned down. In the next instant, the face rotted into dark-green smoke, pouring down together with the wails and roars within it—a scene straight from the apocalypse.
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Su Xiao, lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes. Bare-chested, he sat up and rubbed his forehead with one hand. The dream had been far too real—so real that he could even remember the details of that enormous face and the scent of the dark-green smoke.
It was not any scent that existed in this world. More precisely, it was not a smell found in the world of the living: decay, filth, and an overwhelming despair and resentment.
Su Xiao went to the window and pushed it open. The scent of grass and trees in the morning breeze swept in, refreshing him and dispelling the filth brought by the dream.
Su Xiao did not believe the dream had been a coincidence. This sort of thing was fairly common once one reached his level of power. When one's perception reached its limit, it became a form of precognition. He did not specialize in perception, so he could not truly foresee the future, but because his perception was so powerful, he would sometimes receive a premonition in his dreams or feel a sudden pang of unease before disaster struck.
Today was the sixth day since entering this world. Only four days remained until the deadline Guy had mentioned. The good news was that Jila had advanced to the Ruler level, and their Hive had officially entered mass-production mode. The bad news was that the Nether forces were even more powerful than expected.
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