within the space of consciousness.
Mōryō is wandering around unscrupulously inside at this moment, trying to find the core and destroy it.
"Hiss... why is this ant's consciousness so dark?"
Glancing around, he found that it was extremely dark here, and he couldn't help but complain.
Finally, it turned its attention to the only source of light and began to explore forward.
I don't know how long I walked.
Mōryō came to a gray barrier. In the center of the barrier, the flickering light flickered regularly like a heart, illuminating the dark space behind Mōryō.
"Is this the ant's subconscious mind?" Mōryō sneered, "It looks really fragile."
Although he said this, his actions were extremely cautious.
It carefully stretched out a tentacle and pressed it against the barrier, making sure that there was no danger before daring to step inside.
But the moment it stepped in, a dazzling white light flashed through, forcing Mōryō to close his eyes.
When it reopened, he found that he had arrived in front of a dilapidated old house.
A thin boy squatted outside the door, staring at the sunset in the sky in a daze.
Mōryō Seeing this unusual scene, he narrowed his eyes and did not act rashly, but observed quietly.
Not long after, the door creaked open.
An old woman with gray hair came out, her back stooped and holding a coarse porcelain bowl in her hand.
She walked up to the boy, bent down, and said in a kind voice.
"Xiansheng, the food is ready, let's eat."
The boy didn't look back, he just stared at the sunset and suddenly asked a question.
"Grandma, when will mom and dad come back?"
When the old woman heard this, her hands paused slightly, but she quickly recovered.
She knelt down and gently touched the boy's head with her calloused hands.
"You count one number a day, and when you count to three hundred and sixty, they will come back."
"Will you come back when you count to three hundred and sixty?" The boy raised his head and looked at his grandma, his eyes full of innocence and expectation.
"Well, count to three hundred and sixty."
Mōryō in the distance looked at this scene, and its pupils shrank suddenly. It quickly scanned the surrounding scene.
Dilapidated old houses, muddy paths, paddy fields and hills looming in the distance.
This is completely different from the architectural style of Shinobi World.
The clothes, language, and even the smell in the air of those people were incompatible with everything it knew.
Soon, an idea came to his mind.
This guy... is not from this world?
But before it could continue to think about it, the scene changed again.
In the dilapidated hall, there were two dark coffins. White flags were swaying in the wind, and paper money was scattered on the floor.
The boy wore mourning clothes and knelt before the soul.
Behind him, a middle-aged man with a gloomy face cursed at the memorial tablet.
"Two old guys, you didn't leave any money, and you still want me to pay for your funeral!"
Not far away, a group of relatives who had arrived heard what he said, and a rush of blood rushed to their foreheads, yelling at the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man was not willing to show weakness and retorted.
But the boy kneeling in front of the coffin seemed to be deaf to these noises, and just knelt silently without saying a word.
His face was full of tears, but his expression was strangely calm.
This is a kind of calm that even Mōryō cannot understand.
The screen changes again.
A fairly clean bedroom.
A woman turned her back to the door and called in a charming voice.
"Brother Wang~ What have you been doing lately? Going out to play?"
A man's low, teasing voice came faintly from the other end of the phone.
"Is your son not at home? Aren't you afraid that your son will hear it?"
The woman glanced at the ajar door and shrugged indifferently.
"If he dares to tell his father, the worst possible outcome will be divorce."
In the shadow outside the door, the boy stood quietly, his knuckles turning white.
He didn't go in, he just turned around and walked downstairs step by step.
The picture was torn apart and reorganized again.
This time, it's a community park.
The sun was shining brightly, but the boy's situation was not good.
He was surrounded by a group of children of similar age, pushing and laughing at him, and finally pushed him into the pond behind him.
In the pool, several koi fish swam around in fright, their smooth fish tails brushing against his cheek.
From then on, he hated this smell and the fishy smell.
Mōryō looked at this scene, the light in his vertical pupils flickering on and off.
It saw pain, saw despair, and saw the trajectory of a life struggling to survive in the mud.
But at the same time, it also saw the resilience of this child.
"Interesting." Mōryō licked his non-existent lips.
The more such a soul is, the more enjoyable it is to occupy it.
The screen began to flow faster.
As the boy grew older, those unbearable memories passed quickly.
It wasn't until the last scene that the scene was suddenly frozen.
There were screeching brakes and screams on the streets.
And the heartbreaking sound after pushing his friend away at the critical moment.
"Xiansheng--!!"
The world fell into darkness.
And, endless white.
Mōryō stood at the edge of the last screen, looking at the boundless white light, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.
"This is... the core. As long as I destroy it, this body will be mine."
However, just when it wanted to step into that white light.
A hand stretched out from behind Mōryō and pressed on its irregular body.
Immediately, an extremely cold and plain voice suddenly sounded in Mōryō's ears.
"Have you had enough shopping..."