As time steadily passed, the translucent miniature planet grew increasingly heavy, as though it were gestating something.
Red Blood Floss energy wound around it like ribbons, like chains, soothing it while also binding it.
It resembled an enormous egg.
The egg white was formed from matter composed of Soul Bricks condensed from countless souls. Those numb souls wailed, faint white light radiating from their soul forms.
That deathly pale light was enough to drive anyone mad.
And for those Soul Bricks formed from consciousness numbed by extreme torment, it was an entirely new form of torture.
More and more people accepted that the black light barrier could change a person's fate.
Even though its mortality rate had reached 99%!
But there would always be people who believed they were lucky. After all, some people would gamble their entire fortunes on lottery tickets with odds of one in a hundred million—let alone odds this high.
Life was the most valuable thing, yet also the least valuable thing.
It was priceless; everyone only had one life. But to some people, taking a life might only cost them a few hundred thousand.
For some people, a few hundred thousand was not even a day's income.
So many people with "worthless lives" became pioneers.
Many people died! And their deaths were so gruesome that they were unbearable to witness!
But the dead were always easily forgotten, especially when no ideas were passed down.
The living, however, remained, appearing before the public and flaunting their so-called presence.
After gaining powerful strength and wealth capable of changing their fate, they became living examples that drew at least ninety percent of all attention.
Every time they appeared, they silently told people just how enormous the benefits brought by the black light barrier were, and how quickly it