The deity hidden deep in the darkness looked down upon all living beings with a lofty gaze. Every human and ghost it saw would be torn apart by disease, calamity, and curses, then dissolved into the endless darkness.
But that day, the deity's power failed—or, more precisely, it encountered a lowly yet troublesome opponent.
His heart beating, Gao Ming walked out of the shadow of death and instantly understood: his consciousness had been forcibly drawn into the shrine.
"The shrine holds the power of an unspeakable!"
Number Two's warning had been right. It wasn't that Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals had left this place undefended; they simply believed defenses were unnecessary. An unspeakable's gaze lay hidden at the very heart of this ship. Even a being of Hatred would be trapped here.
Realizing that Gao Ming's soul had not been annihilated, the blurred face looked at him again. Darkness invaded every inch of his skin. There was no defending against it, no evading it. Gao Ming was torn apart in the blink of an eye.
Yet every time his body was reduced to a single heart, another Gao Ming would crawl out of the darkness, a little closer to the face within it.
"Your true body isn't here, and you think your will alone can make me submit?" His gaze unwavering, Gao Ming stepped forward of his own accord. He didn't care what terrifying thing lurked in the darkness before him, or whether he faced an abyss or hell itself. This was a contest of wills.
That gaze could destroy Gao Ming over and over, but every death brought forth another Gao Ming. He was no chosen child of destiny, merely an ordinary man who defied fate. He had neither talent nor good fortune. Only by dying and starting over again and