This was what it meant to be out of control.
The words kept echoing through Angel's mind as he pondered the scenes Frost had described: ordinary undead, special undead, legendary undead, and even the spirits of fallen gods had appeared.
With a mysterious object out of control like this, the moment one carelessly stepped inside, one would fall into cycle after cycle of reincarnation.
Not everyone was as powerful as Frost, capable of passing through twenty cycles of reincarnation. More people would only be assimilated by the cycles, eventually becoming players within them.
Angel did not dare imagine whether he would be able to leave if he entered this disorderly Reincarnation Box.
The answer was no.
Even though he possessed the Prelude of Reincarnation, before legendary undead and the spirits of fallen gods, the Prelude of Reincarnation was no more than an ornament.
Most importantly, a disorderly mysterious object like this was like a landmine.
It lurked in the shadows. Unless one stepped on it, one would never know there was an unexploded bomb buried beneath. Yet once one did step on it, the outcome was self-evident.
And according to Frost, there was more than one such out-of-control object.
They were scattered across different regions, each with its own trigger. Once trapped within one, there was basically no possibility of escape. Only people like Frost, who made out-of-control objects their objective, had a chance of getting away.
"However, even for mysterious hunters, the chances of recovering an out-of-control object are not actually high." Frost sighed. "When facing those half-unsolvable out-of-control objects, running away is basically the only option. If one faces an unsolvable out-of-control object, then there will not even be a chance to run."
"An unsolvable out-of-control object? What is that?" Angel asked curiously.
At the mention of unsolvable