In truth, this so-called blood-red was merely a color perceived by the mind. More precisely, Paradise as a whole had, at this moment, transformed into a memetic curse—and that curse had only one purpose: to kill Zhao Cheng.
And precisely because its purpose was to kill Zhao Cheng, the curse's power had condensed to the utmost extreme. Only the tiniest trace of color leaked outward; apart from that, not a shred of its true killing force was wasted.
That was why it had not harmed the innocent bystanders, sparing the adventurers present from being killed by the lingering aftershocks.
With Paradise's power, even if it was currently no more than a sapling, it was not something ordinary beings could withstand. A single wisp of it would have been enough to wipe out everyone inside Paradise at this moment.
As for Zhao Cheng, he only happened to look human, so naturally he was not included in the scope of that total annihilation.
Yet just that tiny hint of color had already caused everyone to fall prey to countless hallucinations. In their daze, it seemed as though blood-red monsters were grinding their teeth beside their ears. Their noses could even smell the rank stench wafting from those gaping, bloody maws.
Others abruptly felt that their arms had vanished. No—not vanished, but turned into independent monsters. Their arms had become soft flesh, their fingers had become tentacles, and countless eyes and mouths had sprouted across them...
The once-real world seemed to have fallen into an absurd art style. The old order was overturned in an instant, replaced by an intense sense of unreality.
Susan found it a little strange. She felt as if she had become a squirrel, living in a huge glass bottle at the bottom of the ocean. There was even