Mission

"Hack Hack Hack!"

I'll chop up your entire family!

The Underworld roared madly and hysterically, himself and the huge black shadow above him completely transformed into the Grim Reaper, indiscriminately reaping all the clones!

Regret and an irreparable past.

The Underworld was corrupted, his heart was corrupted, and now only killing existed within him.

A piece of Red Silk broke the seal in his heart and ignited everything.

Although destroying everything won't solve anything, it provides a way to vent one's emotions.

Perhaps 'absolutely indestructible' and 'absolute carnage' are both just settings.

But 'absolute' also has different levels.

The existence of Slaughterer is clearly superior to that of the Black Matter.

Whether the clone of Many-Shadow Aoke costs 60,000 or 80,000.

They are like mascots in a rage room, destined to be endlessly ravaged and slaughtered.

Qin Yiguan gritted his teeth, resisting the wounds on his body, and looked up at the east.

Those red silks appeared from the East.

Who released those silks?

He knows the Underworld's past, and he's deliberately provoking the Underworld Slaughterer within them.

"Caregiver, you need to be careful, Underworld don't distinguish between friend and foe."

Qin Yiguan left behind a sentence, frowned, and walked step by step eastward!

This is already the outskirts of the city.

Large areas of land lie barren, but some neglected plants grow wildly, while others wither and sway in the wind.

Qin Yiguan turned his head and saw a piece of Red Silk hanging on a withered plant. The southeast wind blew, and the Red Silk fluttered in the wind.

Looking up ahead, more Red Silk were still fluttering towards the battlefield.

Who exactly is it?

Despite his injuries, Qin Yiguan quickened his pace and headed towards the source of the Red Silk.

We traveled a very, very long way.

Countless Red Silk brushed past each other.

finally.

Qin Yiguan saw a figure in an even more desolate land.

It was a boy, but his face was obscured because he was wearing a ceramic rabbit mask.

The boy was dressed in a loose white linen shirt, his hands hanging slightly at his sides, standing quietly in front of him.

Behind the masked boy, a strange space seemed to flicker, from which countless red silk threads, as if alive, drifted out without stopping and flew towards the direction of the Underworld.

At the same time, gusts of wind will rise and fall within the space.

The wind blowing through the Red Silk caused the masked boy's linen clothes to flutter and sway.

Qin Yiguan frowned deeply, "Who exactly are you?!"

And in that very moment...

The masked boy slowly turned around, his gaze shifting from the distance to Qin Yiguan.

The world that was originally silent and still.

Suddenly, a sacred hymn began to play.

The singing echoed in Qin Yiguan's ears. It was a female voice that was ethereal and captivating, humming something that sounded ancient and desolate, but without any specific words or intonation.

Heaven, Hell.

Survival, death.

Destruction, cycle.

Real and virtual.

Starting point, ending point.

Arrival, return to one's rightful place.

Although there were no lyrics, Qin Yiguan sensed one concept after another from the chanting, which sounded like Buddhist chants.

Red Silk fluttered across the barren fields.

The masked boy's clothes fluttered gently.

Two gazes met calmly.

He didn't want to say anything, yet he was conveying complex concepts.

Qin Yiguan's thoughts seemed to have been injected with some kind of tranquilizer; his previous wariness and determination to find out the truth seemed to have been diluted.

In the darkness.

Qin Yiguan felt that the sacred chanting was very familiar; he seemed to have heard it a few times before, but he couldn't remember when or where.

final.

Qin Yiguan asked the question that had been lingering in his mind once again, "Who are you?"

But throughout heaven and earth, only sacred hymns resounded.

The last piece of Red Silk drifted out from the strange space.

The boy in the rabbit mask glanced back, slowly turned around, and walked into that strange space, his body disappearing from sight.

And the ending of the hymn.

Suddenly, words that Qin Yiguan could understand appeared.

--'That promising young man will eventually fulfill his mission.'

Even the Red Silk that didn't drift into the battlefield suddenly turned into specks of blue code and disappeared.

Only Qin Yiguan remained standing there, looking bewildered.

The masked boy gave off the feeling of being... a god?

He doesn't seem like a bad person; rather, he seems to be secretly orchestrating something.

The appearance of the red scarf spurred the Underworld to avert the crisis.

This is like a form of covert protection.

The boy everyone's been waiting for, could he be referring to me?

mission?

It was at this time.

The screams of the Aoke clone echoed from afar, interrupting Qin Yiguan's thoughts.

"Lord AKI will definitely avenge us!"

He will kill you all, rule everything, and establish a new era!

Multiverse No. 0573.

This is Qin Yiguan's main universe. Although he has been away for a long time, it is still the place where he was born and raised.

In a beautiful man-made garden.

The flowers here have undergone genetic optimization, ensuring they remain in full bloom forever and never wither.

The only insects here are the hardworking little bees and the most beautiful 'Morpho heliotrope' butterflies, and the butterflies here don't lay eggs, so there will never be any disgusting caterpillars in the garden.

The concept of 'biodiversity' is one that can be easily overturned in this fantastical Metaverse.

People only want to preserve the beautiful things.

"Grandfather."

What is the real world really like?

On a park bench, an elderly man sat side by side with his young grandson.

In this era, children asking "What is the real world like?" is equivalent to children in 2023 naively asking "What was the Qing Dynasty like?"

"This real world..."

The old man tilted his head back, drawing out his words as he searched his remaining memories, "It's not a pleasant place. There's pollution, war, viruses, energy and food crises, and natural disasters like frost and snow. Even the bees sting, and butterflies are pests."

"Oh my god!"

The little boy covered his face in terror, "The real world is so scary!"

The old man shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Reality is indeed terrible, but it's also very real. To be honest, I really miss the real world."

"Grandfather."

"And what is the universe?"

The little boy asked again.

The old man looked up at the azure sky. In the Gemini Metaverse, this azure sky was the limit of human vision.

The Gemini Superbrain shut down the cosmic map.

For a century, no one has explored the universe.

The old man paused for a moment, then said, "The place we live in was originally a sphere, but it was tiny, a speck of dust in the vast universe."

The old man stroked his chin as he spoke, "Actually, it's not even a speck of dust, because the universe is so vast that no one knows exactly how big it is or where its boundaries are."

Our Earth is located in a place called the Milky Way Galaxy.

"And in the universe, there are countless Milky Way Galaxy."

"In the Milky Way Galaxy, there will be countless suns."

At that moment, the old man stroked his grandson's head and said, "You should know what the sun is, shouldn't you?"

The little boy innocently said, "Of course, it's a giant fireball that gives us light, illuminating every blade of grass and tree in this park!"

The old man gave a wry smile, "The sun we see in the Metaverse is fake; it's just a 'lighting lamp' designed by the Gemini Superbrain. The real sun..."

"Grandfather!"

"Grandfather!"

The little boy suddenly shouted excitedly, "I think I saw a real sun! It's black!"

"What nonsense is this child spouting?"

The old man followed his grandson's finger and looked up at the sky, his body trembling instantly.

But then a black sun appeared, hanging in the azure sky.

It floats in the air alongside the 'fake sun' constructed by the Gemini Superbrain.

"Grandpa, I feel that the sun can hear my call."

The child exclaimed excitedly, "Look, I just pull in the air, and the sun will come closer to me!"

The child is making a 'pulling rope' motion with his hands.

Meanwhile, the sun in the sky was indeed slowly approaching, its size growing larger and larger, like a planet invading the atmosphere.

at the same time.

Suddenly, black snowflakes began to drift and fall from the sun.

The snowflakes fell to the ground and seemed to turn into asphalt, enveloping the flowers, the pebbles, and even the hardworking little bees.

The little boy was extremely excited, "Grandpa, is this the natural disaster of ice, frost, snow, and rain that you were talking about?!"