"What is this Crown...?" Bai Zhou jolted and immediately looked down.
He had borne the grave charge of stealing the Black Box ever since taking this thing from the Special Management Department, yet it had remained dormant until now, leaving him unable to figure out how to gain its "recognition."
Those twelve incomparably majestic Golden Giants...
"Is it this mark?"
Bai Zhou fixed his gaze on the blood crest clenched in the corpse's palm.
The crest resembled a kind of language, a ciphertext, yet its strokes were blasphemous and twisted. Its intricate patterns formed something like a scarlet eye, brimming with extreme Ill Omen.
Just looking at the crest made Bai Zhou dizzy, his temples throbbing without end. The text formed from blood seemed to flow before his eyes, turning into unfamiliar ciphertext. Yet the unfamiliar became familiar, the familiar became unfamiliar, and after several cycles...
Within the vivid blood-red crest, Bai Zhou deciphered its contents:
[Deep within their hearts, everyone looks forward to the arrival of the apocalypse...]
The arrival of the apocalypse, arrival arrival arrival!!!
The knowledge seemed to reproduce on its own, swelling within Bai Zhou's mind. His consciousness was about to be filled with it, and his sanity was slipping away.
The air around him grew restless. Fine whispers echoed softly by his ears, gradually surrounding Bai Zhou.
Above the Sea of Ignorance, the character [Soothing] was about to activate, but something moved faster.
As though it had encountered an intolerable provocation, the Crown ring on Bai Zhou's left index finger let out a hum. The heat nearly burned him.
Golden radiance flowed from it, flashing past in an instant and shooting directly at the blood crest in the corpse's palm.
"Hum..."
Like snow meeting sunlight or ice meeting a branding iron, the blood crest hissed