Who Hasn't Got Secrets

In reality, in an uninhabited area of an Unknown Province and City.

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the stars shift and flicker.

It was late at night, and the vast wilderness was deserted. Only a campfire crackled in the silent night, adding a touch of warmth and life to the inky, cold moonlit night.

Upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that three people are sitting beside the burning fire, though they are quite far apart. Without careful observation, these three figures seem to have blended into the night.

Why didn't Lin Renyu come?

"Who knows about Grandma? She's probably dead."

"Is he going to lick that the Great One's stinky feet again? Are we still waiting?"

"Screw waiting, come if you want, I'll speak first."

Finish it early, go to bed early.

In the last round, I encountered Blind Man who said the prophecy had come true. Damn it, it was too late.

Why is it so hard to find a future, you son of a bitch?

"I've said it before, there's no point in competing with swindlers for food."

Putting that aside, a newcomer has emerged in [Life], and she's making a strong impression. I've never seen her before; her surname is Hu, Hu Xuan.

This person somehow obtained the mark of "Birth," and although he hasn't gotten on the right path yet, he should be soon.

"From now on, avoid these places, or you might get into trouble and don't blame me for not warning you."

"When will it be my turn to have such a good thing as Grandma?"

Old Hu, why are you being so quiet today? Say something!

"The fable is false. I was tricked by Zhen Yi. What bad luck. Let's just leave it at that."

"?"

"Damn it, what did I tell you?"

A gust of cold wind blew by, scattering the three figures and extinguishing the campfire, plunging the night back into its cold silence.

The unknown, the unknown world.

The moment Bai Fei opened her eyes, she found herself floating in the air, with reality constantly collapsing as far as the eye could see.

Endless matter collapsed into ash, cascading down like a waterfall, gathering at the bottomless Abyss of shadow, before rolling into the unknown Void.

Destruction, in a never-ending cycle, happens in every corner.

Bai Fei's gaze sharpened upon seeing all this, and then a bright smile bloomed on her face.

Annihilation!

Her Lord of Grace summoned her.

Sure enough, my offering worked!

He finally looked upon himself and rescued himself from the court of judgment of the Order.

This was also her first time paying homage to the gods!

She didn't know where He was, but she knew:

Annihilation is everywhere!

At this moment, as a lucky person summoned by the gods, Bai Fei should have appropriately expressed his piety.

However, her icy personality prevented her from saying these flattering words "to her face".

And so, the silence continued...

Until a heavy sigh came from the depths of this ever- Annihilation world.

"Well..."

Bai Fei's body tensed, and her consciousness was thrown out of this world, returning to reality.

Why does He sigh?

This was the last question she pondered before her consciousness faded.

In reality, in Experiment in Unknown Province and City.

A withered hand picked up a notebook from the Experiment table, and then another fat hand tremblingly picked up a pen and crossed out several names in the notebook.

Li Zhi.

Zhou Songming.

Wang Weijin.

Yan Chun.

The owner of these two hands looked at these names, shook his head, and sighed bitterly.

"It's tough, it's tough. Lately, too many slices have died."

It's time to bring in some fresh blood.

As he spoke, he put down the notebook filled with slanted lines and limped over to a large, transparent Experiment Vessel.

He used the long, curled fingernails on his fat hand to gently scratch his temple, then slowly drew out a wisp of murky light and tossed it into the Vessel.

The moment the light shone in, the human body floating inside the Vessel suddenly opened its eyes.

"You're awake. Do you remember who you are?"

"I...

My name is... I...

"Your name is Yan Chun, and you are His warrior."

"Yan... Chun, is His... warrior."

Yan Chun stared blankly at the stranger in front of her, who was both young and old, mechanically repeating the words she was saying.

In reality, a residential house in Unknown Province and City.

As soon as Li Ziran opened his eyes, he looked at the bed in front of him.

On that soft bed lay a pale-faced little girl. When she saw her brother return, she instantly held back the tears welling up in her eyes and forced a strong smile onto her face.

But Li Ziran still noticed the damp stain on the pillow.

Or perhaps the traces of tears were too large to be concealed, and anyone who saw them would guess what had just happened.

Normally, upon seeing this scene, Li Ziran, who scored 1400 points, would have no choice but to shed tears as well.

But things are different today.

There was no sorrow in his eyes, and his face was filled with a long-lost hope. He threw himself onto the bed, grabbed his sister's hand, and shouted excitedly:

"I got it! A Jing, I got it!"

The Past Prosperity!

It's the Past Prosperity! You're saved! A Jing, you're saved!

He cheered and jumped for joy, but after only a couple of shouts, he suddenly stopped his excited actions and nervously took out... from his personal storage space.

Two bottles of medicine.

The Past Prosperity in each bottle is now only half gone; as for what happened to the other half...

The answer, of course, lies within himself.

In order to safely bring these medicines back to reality, Li Ziran spent three days playing the role of an inconspicuous homeless man in this city full of thirst for knowledge.

He lived cautiously among a group of beggars, counting the hours as he went, and at the last moment he stabbed himself to verify the effectiveness and authenticity of the potions.

He didn't even dare to harm a homeless person, for fear that the trial after the Trials would be disrupted again.

Finally, his hard work paid off, and he successfully passed the Trials, bringing back more than a dozen bottles of potions.

As his trembling hands poured the potions into his sister's mouth one by one, watching the power of [Memory] flow through her body and feeling the power of [Prosperity] spread over her, Li Ziran burst into tears.

"A Jing! You're fully recovered! A Jing! You're all better!!"

A Jing clung tightly to her brother, and upon feeling her limbs regain their mobility, she burst into tears.

"Brother! Brother!! Wow—"

This poor girl has once again gained the right to speak out.

The two embraced and wept for a long time, until A Jing, heartbroken, grabbed her brother's hand and sobbed:

"Brother, this game is going to be tough..."

You've suffered so much because of A Jing..."

Disaster?

Playing a homeless person is really difficult; they smell so bad.

Bitter?

Living by begging is indeed very hard; the food is often spoiled.

Li Ziran didn't know how to explain his good fortune to his sister. After thinking for a long time, he decided to let his sister figure it out on her own.

So he took out that small bag of Past Prosperity and poured it all onto the bed.

Seeing his brother scatter over a dozen bottles of Grade A potions on the bed like he was selling goods at a market stall, A Jing was stunned.

Her first thought was that her injuries had not healed, but that her desire to heal was so strong that it caused her to have bizarre hallucinations.

"It's fake, right? You're lying, bro!?"

Upon hearing this, Li Ziran chuckled to himself.

"Putting aside whether these medicines are fake or not, I did say that."

You might not believe it, but even though your brother only has 1400 points, he's still someone who's played in the peak tournament...

In reality, a street in Unknown Province and City.

The city's Starry Sky is far less dazzling than that of the Starry Sky, and the overcast night feels even more oppressive as the Trials become increasingly difficult.

And when there is repression, there is a natural need to release it.

So, at midnight, when most players were asleep, a piercing scream came from the street.

The sound, like a wildcat in heat, was shrill and piercing, instantly shattering the tranquility of the entire neighborhood.

A few minutes later, lights came on in several buildings on either side of the street, and shouts and curses rose and fell.

"You son of a bitch Zhang Ruyu, if you yell again, believe me, I'll kill you!"

You fucking think my gun's unloaded, huh?!

The roaring sound came from a burly man on the sixth floor. He pushed open the window and cursed for a long time before rushing into the room in a fit of rage, taking out a submachine gun, and pulling the trigger in a fit of rage towards the street below.

"Da da da da da da—"

However, the gunshot did not silence the cat's meows; instead, it made the wild cat in the shadows meow even louder.

"..."

"..."

The neighbors couldn't stand it anymore and started to "kindly persuade" them.

"Hey bro, stop it. You're doing this every day. It's no use."

"Hey, you who's been moaning in heat, why are you so weak today? Are you exhausted?"

"Hehe, I figured it out a long time ago. That guy on the sixth floor across the street definitely likes this Siren. Otherwise, why would he reward her every night?"

I love your mom!

"Yes, that's my mom!"

"Fuck your mother! Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat—"

"Meow~ Aww~~"

The night was as dark as water, and spring was in full bloom.