Gao Ming sometimes felt that this world was one enormous case of "Delirium." The man known as the evil of Supreme Evil was sunny and cheerful, capable of redeeming even Calamity Gods; the man with a healing personality concealed the sharpest knife in the Deep World and the coldest killing intent in existence. And then there was Gao Ming himself, clearly the most ordinary person across countless mortal worlds, pasts, and futures, yet he had become a Blood City Lord.
"The Lord of Xinhu Blood City went into reality alone. Could he—" Gao Ming was a little worried. He knew how severely Blood City Lords were restricted in reality.
"Don't worry. Once he returns, every crisis in Xinhu will already be resolved. You played that game in Xinhu too, didn't you? You should have been able to see his level, right?" Chen Ge was the oldest, and his words carried an inexplicable air of authority. "I remember he reached level 999 years ago. Back then, the other players still thought the game's level cap was 100."
Gao Ming thought about his own level. It seemed to be one.
"Without Number Two, I couldn't have held out for four years either. Once Han Fei returns, I can enter Delirium with him."
Four years and one month had passed in reality, but thanks to the Lord of Time Blood City's ability, far, far longer had passed in the Delirium World. Gao Ming and Number Two had relied on each other through madness and lucidity. They had long since become more than ordinary collaborators.
The rain of blood did not stop. Instead, it grew heavier. It was unclear whether the Lord of Xinhu Blood City's emotions were affecting the Deep World, or whether the Deep World had sensed something profoundly sorrowful and agonizing.