Life was like an RPG.
An RPG game, of course, not a rocket launcher.
Life was like an RPG game. At certain moments, NPCs with no manners or sense of boundaries always popped up, eager to hand you a legendary quest.
Like right now.
"Roar—!"
In the dim void, shapes flickered beyond the border. Crowds surged across the desert, a mournful wind mingled with yellow sand, and a low roar in the distance shattered the dead silence.
Things beyond description poured into those shapes, forming grotesque "living beings" that clawed at the border wall.
"Don't tell me it's the Resident Evil routine again. You've reheated the Zombie Universe leftovers several times already."
A Captain America with wounds down to the bone, a Hulk with several heads, a Doctor Strange with deathly white eyes—they massed together like patchwork monsters stitched from mismatched features.
Their bodies took shape one moment and dissolved the next. They didn't seem self-aware, yet they instinctively moved this way.
Come to think of it, Su Lin had seen something like this somewhere before...
Outside the Scar of Heaven in the Journey to the West World, a similar horde had surrounded the world.
Zhenyuanzi had even gotten himself possessed by one. Neither his soul nor his mental state had recovered; he was still undergoing treatment at Yi Donglai's Heavenly Dao Psychiatric Rehabilitation Center.
"Here, boy. Here, boy~"
Su Lin picked up a wooden stick and poked it through a gap in the border wall into the mouth of a "Loki" who looked and dressed like a traditional mage.
That "Loki" didn't react at all. He simply stared intently at the Loki inside the border wall.
No mistaking it. That was the smell.
Each of these beings carried an aura that could almost plunge all things into silence, as