"Where is this...?"
Nero raised his head and looked around at the surroundings, doubt rising in his heart.
In his memory, after buying daily necessities, he and March and the others had played around on Jarilo-VI for a while longer, and only after that did they return to the train to quietly wait for Tingyun to arrive.
During that time, they had also invited Clara, Seele, Bronya, and other friends from Belobog to visit the train.
However, no matter how he looked at it, this place was definitely not the train, right?
Everything around was pitch black, but there were tables and chairs placed nearby, as well as an easel and such, so this should be a room. But where was the light coming from?
Nero shifted his gaze away from the crimson cracks on the walls and ceiling that looked as if they were shattered, and looked toward the fruit basket placed on the table ahead.
The fruit inside looked quite fresh.
Then, Nero stepped forward and walked to the easel to take a look. As expected, it was painting the fruit basket on the table.
Although he did not know who painted it, they definitely had real skill.
Looking at the half-finished painting on the easel that looked lifelike, almost no different from the fruit basket itself, Nero gave this evaluation in his heart.
Nero thought for a moment. In this kind of environment, he probably had no way to find his companions.
After that, he tried communicating with the system in his mind again, and failed.
"Can't contact the system either... so even this kind of cheat ability needs sleep too..."
Nero muttered, raised his hand and waved it, and the pitch-black greatsword appeared by his side.
"Oh, Black Cut is still here. Then I'll go out and take a look first."
Putting Black Cut away again, Nero walked to the door, pushed it open, and stepped outside.
Ever since killing the Mother of Delusion, the growth speed of his popularity and power had increased.
Although he did not know how many days Blue Star's server had been open, it was probably already the time when fan creations were flying everywhere.
Therefore, Nero's strength had been growing very quickly recently. On top of that, he had the power of both the Path of Elation and the Path of Hunt. Even if he suddenly arrived in this kind of confusing place, he did not feel guilty at all.
"Oh, right, there's also Aha."
Nero's eyes lit up. Although he could not contact other people, he could contact Aha.
However, after patting himself down, there was no phone.
Nero, "..." Fine, looks like he would have to do it himself.
After leaving the door, Nero arrived in a corridor, and his eyes brightened.
Compared to the dim and oppressive environment in the room just now, the corridor was suddenly magnificent and dazzling.
The ceiling and walls were built with neatly cut square stones, and at the corners where the walls met the ceiling, there were luxurious carvings made of pure gold.
A long red carpet with golden edges was laid across the floor. On both sides of the walls hung painting after painting, and between the frames were beautifully carved lamp stands, flames flickering inside them.
At first glance, the people in these paintings all looked beautiful, as if they were born in blooming gardens, always the most eye-catching in the crowd. And it was not limited to humans. It felt as if any race in the universe could appear in these paintings.
But upon closer observation, one would discover that the figures in these paintings did not actually have those beautiful faces seen at first glance. Their faces were completely blank, with no facial features at all.
If you stared carefully, it would quickly make a chill rise from the bottom of your heart.
Nero looked left and right at the doorway. The corridor was very long, stretching infinitely forward and backward, and there was no telling where it would lead.
He followed his instincts and casually chose one direction, moving forward.
The scenery along the way remained the same. No matter how gorgeous the decorations were, after seeing too much of them, only boredom remained.
Especially with the faceless portraits on both sides, staying here for a long time only made it feel more and more strange.
The corridor was much shorter than it looked. After walking forward for only a short while, Nero noticed something unusual.
At some unknown moment, the path of the corridor had ended. Only a blinding white light was getting closer and closer to him, with a kind of beauty that seemed to have "I am the exit" written on its face.
Nero did not think too much and directly rushed into the white light. Immediately, he arrived in a place that looked like a living room.
This place was also covered with a red carpet. The patterns embroidered with gold thread on the carpet were as magnificent as a galaxy. Above his head, a massive agate-like chandelier poured down light.
Four broken pillars stood in the four corners of the room. These pillars were full of cracks. Some had many missing pieces, and others seemed to have been patched up quite a bit.
But without exception, each pillar had the same gorgeous relief carved on it. It looked like a man and a woman embracing each other. Their upper bodies gradually separated, but below they were connected as one, sharing a single body.
There was an inexplicable sense of beauty and art.
With just a quick glance, Nero took everything in. The next moment, the corner of the boy's eye twitched sharply.
In the center of this palace-like hall, there was a table. And around the table were extremely damn modern massage sofas.
There was even a label from the Interastral Peace Corporation visible on the sofas...
"What an abstract environment. The atmosphere from before disappeared in an instant."
Nero raised his hand and covered his face. Then he looked at the second living being in this place besides himself.
A person was sitting on the sofa directly opposite Nero, comfortably enjoying the massage.
This guy was dressed in black and wore a hood, looking like a medieval wizard.
The shadow of the hood completely covered his face.
In the next second, this mysterious person reached out a hand toward Nero and made a slightly hoarse voice, sounding like a middle-aged or elderly man.
"You're here. Please allow me to introduce myself first. My name is Jetok."
Jetok slightly raised his head, his gaze sweeping toward the figure in front of him, and said, "You may be confused about why you are here, but please listen to me. You originally belong... holy sh...!"
Before Jetok could finish speaking, he felt a surge of killing intent.
Looking up, he saw Nero holding Black Cut and leaping over with a jumping slash!
So he could not bother acting cool anymore. He directly did a roll on the ground, clumsily jumping off the sofa and rolling to the side.
BOOM!
With one jumping slash, the sofa split into two, the floor shattered, and the wall cracked.
The sight made Jetok's scalp go numb, cold sweat pouring down.
Damn it, he had done this several times already, and this was the first time he had encountered such a difficult target.
So he hurriedly stretched out his hand. "Wait a second, listen to me!"
But how could Nero care about Jetok's thoughts? This person did not look like a good guy at all, and this place did not look like a good place either.
No matter how he thought about it, this was definitely the work of this guy called Jetok. Then slash him first and talk later.
So what responded to Jetok was not a Nero willing to communicate, but another jumping slash.
There was no choice. Jetok could only flee in panic.
With such a huge sword slashing down, would he not be smashed into meat paste?
By the way, this kid did not look that big. How was he able to swing that giant sword so easily?
"Wait! Stop for a second!"
BOOM!
"If you have something to say, let's talk it out!"
BOOM!
"Can we sit down and discuss it?"
BOOM!
"Peaceful solution! Let's solve this peacefully!"
BOOM!
"I was wrong! I was wrong, bro! Stop chasing me!"
BOOM!