The blood moon hung high, and a chilling wind howled.
The world of the Future Dreamland had no poetry or distant horizons, only endless deathly silence and twisted creatures scattered across every corner of the world.
After shedding his Bloodline Source state, Feng Qi headed toward his future grave in the direction he remembered.
Everywhere he looked along the way was a scene of ruin.
After staying in such a stifling environment for so long, even Feng Qi, who had always been optimistic, felt a hint of heaviness.
But he did not feel discouraged, nor could he afford to be discouraged. Only confidence and strength could allow him to carve a path forward through thorns and brambles, until the day this broken world was reborn anew.
Fortunately, the narrator was always there with him, so he did not feel lonely.
As he walked down streets littered with rubble and chaotic building wreckage, his gaze constantly swept over his surroundings. Even the slightest movement of grass in the wind would put him on alert.
"Narrator, don't you have the ability to perceive what's nearby? Why don't you keep watch and let me know if anything happens?"
You want to slack off, so I'm supposed to work hard? We've only known each other for how long, and you already want to be a capitalist exploiting me? Ptooey!
Feng Qi: ...
"You're a spiritual entity. You shouldn't suffer from physical fatigue," Feng Qi tried to argue.
What you said reminded me of some old memories. Actually, we've known each other for a long time.
Hearing the narrator's answer, Feng Qi was completely confused and immediately asked:
"When did we know each other? Didn't we only meet after entering the Future Dreamland?"
Then you're wrong. We've known each other far longer than that.
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