Just as a weasel won't pay New Year's greetings to a chicken, the relationship between the Sand Race and Qin Ze is similar.
The two weren't even considered online friends; it was just a chance encounter in the Abyss.
The mouse treated Qin Ze like a VIP, sincerely inviting him to visit.
It's no exaggeration to say that if Qin Ze had opened the door just now, he wouldn't have been surprised at all if there had been a female mouse lying on the bed.
Qin Ze didn't believe the Sand Race treated him this way without any ulterior motives.
"If only Thousand Faces were still around."
At this moment, Qin Ze missed the Son of the Version terribly.
If Thousand Faces had accompanied them this time, he would probably know exactly what color underwear the Grand Elder was wearing.
"What's so great about being the Son of the Version '? We can do it too!"
"We've always carried you every time before; Thousand Faces is just icing on the cake."
"Let the mice experience the power of the True Eye."
"You guys go ahead, I'm not going. There aren't even any trash cans on the street, I have absolutely no interest in going."
"..."
The clones were restless, eager to explore this new dungeon.
But they don't change in countless ways like Thousand Faces.
No matter how much they disguise themselves, the difference between them and a mouse is still enormous.
Putting aside the rat-like head, the height itself is an insurmountable problem.
The tallest rat barely reached Qin Ze's chest.
When the clones stand on the street, they stand out like cranes among chickens; it's hard for them not to be noticed.
This underground city is not as glamorous as it appears on the surface; a huge mystery seems to be hidden deeper underground.
Thousand Faces spoke up, "Now you remember how good I was to you, don't you!"
Qin Ze asked, "How's the situation on your end? Have you met up with Old Deng, the guide?"
Thousand Faces grumbled, "The strange beasts are everywhere, like spring has arrived! We can't walk on this road anymore! Is anyone in charge? If no one is, I'll have to exorcise them!"
Qin Ze's lips curled up. "Watch your words. This isn't called exorcising demons, it's more like sacrificing family for the greater good."
Life here in Thousand Faces is quite dull and boring; they eat sand in the Abyss every day.
If it weren't for the desire to be the top leader of the organization, he would have quit long ago.
Despite grumbling, Thousand Faces hurried to meet up with Lao Deng, who had been guiding them.
Qin Ze had a premonition that a full-scale war between the Myriad Races and the alien beasts was imminent.
When war rages across the Abyss, no civilization can remain uninvolved, just like the war of the gods in the past.
Time, like the energy of a middle-aged person, slips away in the blink of an eye.
Night fell over the underground city. The giant light bulb that had been floating above the city suddenly went out, plunging the entire city into pitch-black darkness, with only the lights on the buildings remaining.
Moments later, the streetlights on the main street turned on one after another, bringing light back to the underground city that was still in the night.
There is no curfew in the underground city, and there are still quite a few pedestrians at night.
They were used to this alternation of day and night and showed no panic, continuing to do what they were supposed to do.
Brother Devour asked, "Don't you want to go for a walk?"
Qin Ze said, "No need, they will come to me on their own."
Rumble--
A deafening roar erupted from the depths of the underground city, accompanied by violent shaking.
This time, however, the earthquake lasted for a full minute and continued unabated, with the intensity of the seismic activity increasing.
A crack appeared on Central Street, and the crack kept widening until it turned into an Abyss.
Some buildings on both sides of the road were affected and collapsed into ruins.
The mice finally showed signs of panic.
They screamed and scattered in all directions.
Some slippery mice accidentally fall into the Abyss and never climb out again.
Qin Ze, standing by the window, stared at the Abyss that had split open in the street.
He seemed to see a throbbing heart within it, beating strongly and powerfully.
Each heartbeat was accompanied by a tremor throughout the underground city.
Bang bang~ Bang bang bang~
Unbeknownst to him, the frequency of Qin Ze's " King Engine " began to match the frequency of the power fluctuations in the Abyss.
Like a slideshow playing in Qin Ze's mind, those fragmented and blurry memories resurfaced.
He saw the gods in the sky tear open their chests, and countless streams of light flew out from the open chests and converged in the air.
He saw Miss Sword Case sobbing as she said goodbye to the five children, who were then led away one by one by five blurry figures.
He saw the physical form of the Dream God, a boy in a ball of light, white from head to toe, talking to a figure whose back was to Qin Ze.
He saw countless corpses pile up on the flat ground in an instant, forming a high mountain, and on the mountaintop, a man wearing a black crown sat on a throne.
These fragments are scattered and blurry.
Qin Ze couldn't see the specific features of the people inside; he could only vaguely make out their outlines.
It's like a book being turned at an extremely fast speed.
All Qin Ze could see were brief words that flashed across each page of the book.
The faster I flipped through the book, the shorter the text became, until finally only a blur remained.
Qin Ze had a splitting headache, as if something was trying to crawl out of his brain.
Seeing her best friend clutching her head in pain, Miss Sword Case anxiously asked, "What's wrong?"
She didn't know what had happened.
Just a second ago, Qin Ze was admiring the night view of the underground city as if nothing was wrong, but the next second he suddenly went berserk.
Qin Ze had no way to answer Miss Sword Case, because he was currently unable to even speak.
As something was trying to break out of my brain, a sledgehammer was constantly pounding on my skull.
At this moment, Qin Ze felt that his brain was like a block of iron in the hands of a blacksmith, being repeatedly hammered and forged into various shapes.
He lost his five senses and could no longer hear the voices of his clones on the Local Area Network.
Only the book in his mind kept turning over and over again, forcing Qin Ze to recall something.
But Qin Ze's instincts were resisting this memory.
The two forces pulled and tugged at each other repeatedly, leaving Qin Ze caught in the middle, feeling like he was in heaven and hell.
Suddenly, a soft female voice rang in his ear.
"We're running out of time, quickly remember who you are."
Thump--
Qin Ze knelt on the ground, his hands supporting him, large beads of sweat dripping from his forehead and temples.
"Who am I... who am I really...?"
Qin Ze was panting heavily.
The voice in her ear grew increasingly urgent. "Hurry, hurry, they're coming..."
An eerie red light emanated from the Abyss of Central Street, and blood seemed to be flowing within it.
The room where Qin Ze was located began to shake violently.
Yellow patterns, crisscrossing across the walls, floor, and ceiling, appeared, followed by the silhouettes of various mechanical gears and parts.
Miss Sword Case was all too familiar with this scene; a confined space was forming.
" Qin Ze, wake up!"