The sun hanging high in the azure sky grew more and more dazzling, its rays blazing like a colossal ball of fire.
The fierce sunlight poured down without restraint, and in an instant, the whole world seemed to be dyed a deep orange, like a vibrant painting splashed with orange—a sight that inspired fear.
Zheng Wuyou had been full of anticipation, hoping that their in-depth discussion might help them find the key to escape.
But things had gone wrong. Cruel reality dealt her a heavy blow: what awaited them was another inhumane massacre.
"This is nothing more than... the simplest, most straightforward escape." Zheng Wuyou muttered to herself. Dehydration had left her voice hoarse, and a hint of despair and helplessness crept into it.
If they wanted to make it back alive... they had to hold out until the countdown ended!
What dream's far shore?
What Black and White?
Those pretentious titles were nothing more than entertainment for the "child"!
After the stone had been moved, the white base color beneath the grass...
The black marks left behind by the giant cylinder as it rolled past...
The "child's" New World had been successfully created, and it had reached the far shore of its dreams.
But colors that did not belong in this world had appeared in the world he had created with his own hands, so he had to erase the presence of these intruders.
In his world, black and white could not define good and evil.
All he knew was that the picture book was dirty...
Zheng Wuyou kept her eyes fixed on the subtle changes in their surroundings, silently pondering. It seemed her guess was already quite close to the truth.
The air seemed to catch fire as the temperature climbed steadily, growing more and more unbearably hot.