My body suddenly felt cold, as if my blood was about to freeze.
Ren Yifei seemed oblivious to the pain in his legs. Black runes swirled in his red eyes as he tried to locate the missing person.
"Kill him! Quickly!" The vultures beside him were ecstatic, buzzing around like a swarm of flies that couldn't be shaken off. But all he could see was darkness, an endless expanse.
Has Saman disappeared?
Ren Yifei had transformed into human form, dragging his injured leg as he slowly walked towards the previously sealed-off small space. He closed his eyes, his spirit spreading out like spider silk, covering the entire small world, and even sensing the mysterious existence of the source world through a tiny interface.
However, there was no Saman.
He's really gone.
A red rope snapped, and Ren Yifei slowly opened his eyes. Black stars gathered around him, and his fingertips could manipulate the time of the world.
"Come back, I command you."
Jealousy, if it takes a moment, can be woven into a miracle.
Yin and Yang reversed, and the small, annihilated space gradually took shape before his eyes. Qi Ming, sweating profusely, also gradually appeared at one end of the chessboard. Ren Yifei's eyes lit up slightly.
However, when his gaze shifted to the other side, the surprise froze on his face.
There's no one there.
"What happened? That's strange." Qi Ming held the Nirvana Card in his hand, wondering where Saman had gone just as he was about to make his move.
He turned his head and saw Ren Yifei outside the sealed barrier, his face as calm as the eve of a storm.
"If he's not here, why are you still alive?" Ren Yifei slowly turned his head, his voice calm.
Qi Ming instantly sensed the approach of death. He tried to run, but his body was unable to move.
"Ah… Nirvana Card." Ren Yifei reached into the void and took the object from Qi Ming's hand. "So that's how it is."
"No—" Qi Ming watched helplessly as the Nirvana Card in his hand shattered and disappeared, just as he watched his own hope for life crumble and vanish.
"die..."
"kill..."
The mental network he had spread out brought back a lot of complicated information. Ren Yifei "heard" the voices of many people, which combined into noise, making him extremely irritable.
It's so noisy, so incredibly noisy!
His bright red tongue licked the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly craved dessert.
"Where is my dessert player? In the desolate corner, are you going to steal him?"
That cold-blooded animal, lazily basking in the sun with its head on the stone slab, had its sun stolen. The warmth it had taken from its body dissipated, and its heart seemed to grow cold as well.
Skeletons took shape on his face, like a mask covering his features, revealing only a pair of blood-red eyes. Time was at his fingertips, white hair was a sigh, and the black mist beneath his feet was a curse and resentment that shattered space. All his emotions and desires were transformed into a black robe.
The space around him began to distort.
The white-haired evil being closed its eyes, its fingertips stirring up resentment, jealousy, and killing that time could not erase... and then composing it into a chaotic prologue.
"Joy." With a slight flick of her slender fingernail, she plucked a string, her love bordering on obsession, a kind of madness.
"Anger." Another string was plucked, conflict erupted, and slaughter began.
"Alas." The third string trembled slightly, and despair and melancholy were like a stagnant pool, as one life after another fell with their eyes closed.
"Joy." The fourth string blended into the first three notes, expressing great joy and sorrow, great anger and great happiness.
The drizzle stopped silently in mid-air, then suddenly and inexplicably began to rage again. The small world, like a lump of crushed clay, descended into utter chaos following the arrival of the evil spirit.
The sea that the 'ghost' had conjured has vanished, and the entire small instance world is shrouded in a mysterious power. A maddening melody resounds in the pitch-black night.
The white-haired evil figure's black robe fluttered in the breeze. The other players, who hadn't gone far, watched the shadow from afar: "What is that? Why do I feel..."
The evil lurking deep within human nature is gradually unearthed and burns ever brighter. When people see him, they see the most insane picture, the most extreme desires.
The NPCs have fallen into a chaos they cannot refuse, and absurd dramas are unfolding in every dormitory.
The 'ghost' crashed to the ground, trembling and crawling on the ground: "My God..."
"Run!" Wenli and the others immediately sensed something was wrong. They retreated rapidly, and after a few breaths, they had dodged to the farthest corner of the dungeon.
Other players were a step behind, but they also used their best skills and items.
They didn't need to know what it was; one glance was enough for them to know: terrifying, they had to stay away!
"What is that? Why do I become out of control when I see him?" Wenli looked down at her hands, still shaken.
That feeling was terrifying, like being completely controlled by your own negative emotions, turning into a mindless monster.
"Something must have happened there." Yamakawa looked in the direction of the dormitory building.
They had stood there not long ago, invited to participate in a 'hunt,' but for various reasons, they all withdrew.
What happened to the black rabbit and the others inside? Why did it bring out such a terrifying being?
It's unclear whether the one who made the move was the true boss of this instance world or the Desolate Corner itself.
That was a war they couldn't participate in; even a glimpse from afar would affect them, let alone getting close. The players inside were likely in grave danger.
"What a pity." Yamakawa thought of the black rabbit.
Ren Yifei had already seen the players running towards the edge, but he remained unmoved.
The three players nearby were not so lucky; they entered the nightmare world the moment they saw Ren Yifei.
"Ah—" The two players who had previously fought against Ren Yifei both clutched their heads and groaned in pain. One of them had his head swell up and his body shrink, turning into a monster.
The three ghost cards, seemingly 'saw' something, suddenly swelled and exploded.
"You deserve to die! You deserve to die! Why can you live a better life than me? Why can you pretend to sympathize with me and pity me?!" Qi Ming's evil was stirred up. He seemed to see the existence he hated most in his life. He pulled out a knife and stabbed himself in the thigh again and again.
Blood splattered on his face, he wiped it off with his hand, and laughed out loud.
After a while, he stopped, knelt there, and held the knife high in both hands. The gentler his smile, the softer his expression, the more crazed his eyes.
"Senior, you've given me so much. I can't repay you, so I'll kill you."
He plunged the dagger he had raised high into his heart, but a gleeful smile appeared on his face: "Great, you're going to die."
Ren Yifei drifted slowly past Qi Ming's corpse, and also past the two players who had died one after the other. He listened carefully to the sounds of suffering in this world; they were so melodious, but... it wasn't enough.
This is ultimately just a small world, and the songs played here are so monotonous and boring.
"It needs to be even more insane, more chaotic, and more disorderly."
He slowly stretched out his hand, his fingertips drawing symbols in the air: Come on, friend.
"Welcome, fellow..."
Ren Yifei looked at the energy cluster that enveloped his hands, preventing him from continuing to write. His eyes grew more violent, and his anger almost burned up.
"You can't stop me." Not just here, but also in the desolate corner of the world. That place is already a hotbed of evil, so why bother with a few more madness?
He is an evil being born from the devouring of human wickedness. Humans cannot look directly at him, cannot hear his voice, and must not approach or even imagine him. If anyone sees, hears, or approaches him, they will inevitably be haunted by demons.
However, isn't the plan of Wasteland to make players kill each other and reduce their numbers significantly?
Seemingly understanding Ren Yifei's thoughts, the rule-maker reiterated: "I am a legitimate organization, the Evil Reincarnation Institute, not an illegal organization."
Give him back to me.
"no."
Ren Yifei tore apart the energy cluster that was binding him: "Then let the desolate corner enter a state of true chaos and disorder."
The Desolate Corner seized him once again. One newly born evil god was already difficult enough; if another one was summoned, how could the Desolate Corner possibly recover?
"Every soul that enters the Desolate Corner bears the mark of this place. Even if they leave, they will eventually return here to enter the cycle of reincarnation. No one is an exception, not even Saman. Therefore, I must not return him to you."
The name 'Saman' slightly suppressed the burning anger within him. Ren Yifei suddenly remembered that he had once sent Saman's shadow back from another evil god.
He vaguely remembered the fluctuations in his soul.
"You can't return it, but you can steal it," he said.
Recalling the fluctuations of the soul he had encountered at that time, Ren Yifei reached into the void, and the spatial boundary drew a golden circle on his arm.
He felt something touch his fingertips. Ren Yifei instinctively knew it was the person he was looking for.
Ren Yifei had been wary of the Desolate Corner, yet it made no attempt to stop him. Without further hesitation, he directly expanded the spatial passage.
A pale gray figure emerged from the golden passage, as faint as a watercolor painting.
In Ren Yifei's music, the notes suddenly soar, expressing joy, tension, and unease.
The ominous aura emanating from evil amplifies human desires, and has the same effect on the soul. Saman experiences instinctive fear; he will dodge like the other players.
And... he didn't recognize him.
With his face covered in bones and his eyes burning blood red, even without that ominous aura, he was an absolute monster, a monster unlike any other human.
"If Saman can't accept my true form," Ren Yifei told himself, "then break his legs and lock him up until he accepts it. Or devour him and completely merge with him."
Human restraint and reason, and various crazy and extreme desires, struggle in his mental world. Sometimes reason prevails, and sometimes madness prevails.
"Ah Fei!" Samantha was indeed affected. He practically rushed over without hesitation or doubt, reaching out to tightly embrace the terrifying, malevolent creature. "I've found you!"
"..." Ren Yifei's monstrous bone mask shattered, revealing a bewildered face beneath: Why was he so sure? Wasn't he afraid?
Ren Yifei stood there frozen, not daring to move, and carefully tried to close the mini black hole on his black robe, lest it accidentally devour this fragile soul.
The raging anger, pain, and other negative emotions emanating from him softened like a cat that had been stroked, and he even stretched and yawned contentedly.
The small, soon-to-be-broken instance world fell silent.
People caught in the grip of pain, despair, sadness, anger, jealousy, and other emotions also awoke from their nightmare. They looked at themselves, then at others, exchanging bewildered glances: "What happened?"
The players looked at the moon, which had reappeared in the sky.
"That terrifying aura seems to have faded." The night breeze caressed their faces, also blowing away the anxiety in their hearts.