On the uneven stone road, blood flowed through the gaps between the cobblestones like a spider web.
After a brief moment of stunned silence, the prostitutes around them screamed. They were so shocked and terrified that they even crawled as they fled, as though that would keep them from turning back to look at the horrific scene.
Darkness had seeped into every facet of the multiverse. Even the most ordinary civilians harbored a morbid curiosity about death and blood deep in their hearts.
These fleeing women feared not the corpse so much as the thoughts lurking within themselves.
"Eep."
Strangle made a sound. It had already extracted the dead man's intelligence from his brain. Just as its host had guessed, this Merlin fragment's memories contained little of value, limited to the places this "character" had once visited.
For example, which parts of the wilderness around Jili were active monster territories, which brothel in Gilead offered the best service, and the petty misdeeds he had recently committed in secret.
Although he knew he was Merlin and understood the main body's desire to control the Dark Tower, he knew none of the details of the grand plan, nor did he understand the nature of the Dark Tower Multiverse.
After all, this Marden alt was merely a guiding character meant to lead the protagonist Roland onto the path of the Gunslinger.
Still, his memories were not entirely worthless. He knew the locations of several doors in the surrounding region. Though he did not know where they led, he had a rough sense of their directions. Comparing that with Adjutant's aerial scans, Su Ming could continue his journey.
Long, long ago, doors had been passages connecting Parallel Worlds. But now, no one casually stepped through one into another world, because no one knew what