Doomsday Wonderland

For the evolvers living in the Karma Museum, the confusing palace located in the middle of the vast desert and able to confuse the routes of all flying objects is a desolate place that is ignored and avoided by the world.

It always stands quietly in the depths of the desert, sometimes not being seen by human eyes for several months. So when it suddenly buzzed and vibrated, loosening the sand piles, and finally stirring up bursts of iron-red sand between the sky and the earth, the Karma Museum still didn't know that this copy was just like the Evolver. Escape from a dangerous situation.

"Hoo!"

The old janitor took a deep breath and almost slipped off the chair. He hurriedly sat down, subconsciously covering his throat and shaking his head a few times. Then he seemed to remember something and slapped his forehead. .

"Ahem," he laughed self-deprecatingly, sitting alone in the deserted square and desert, and whispered: "I wasn't the one who was grabbed by the neck...are you okay?"

Spanning most of the palace and passing countless simulated copies, the copy creatures all turned their heads towards the depths of the palace following this question: the stone statues in the courtyard of the Colossus, the apprentices in the old tailor shop, The human figures carved on a red brick wall... seem to be waiting for an answer from deep within the palace.

"No...it's okay."

From the darkness, a voice groaned.

The palace walls, floor tiles, gardens and densely networked creeks gradually calmed down from the shaking and trembling, and the confused palace returned to its original state; the replica creatures got the answer and turned around again, in eternity. Waiting for the next evolutionizer to walk in.

A figure slowly rose, groping in the darkness, and sank into a high chair. He covered his neck and coughed several times before his wheezing subsided, as if his throat had been seriously injured.

But when he talked to himself, his voice sounded normal and didn't seem to be affected much.

"Obviously he's just an evolver..." The man said, "They almost grabbed me and came out with them... Fortunately, it wasn't me."

He coughed again and waved his hand: "Turn on the light."

Starting from the corner, candlelight jumped up from the floor-to-ceiling carved candlesticks one by one, gradually illuminating the spacious room. Reliefs crawled along the corners, ceiling paintings covered the ceiling, and thick wood and marble formed the walls and floors; in the lacquered high chair under the red curtain, a figure was half-bent and panting.

If Lin Sanjiu could see him at this moment, he would find that he was indeed not the avatar with a muddy face.

This man has thick eyebrows and black hair, a square face, and a thick beard that seems to be working hard from his face and expanding into the surrounding air. There is a large oil painting of a figure in a rich costume hanging on the wall of the room. On the oil painting, there is It's an identical face.

After a while, he raised his head, looked around the empty and spacious room, and sighed.

"Ask," he said without raising his head. The room, which was large enough for a large dance party, almost immediately swallowed up his voice. "Did they attract that woman?"

He tilted his head and waited quietly for a few seconds, as if listening for an answer that only he could hear.

"...But not the man in the leather coat?" he asked with a little voice. "Of course not. I already knew that he followed her in. Don't look for this kind of evolved person who is involved with others in the future!"

He seemed a little angry; as the last word came out of his mouth, the whole room echoed and lingered. In the echoes that repeatedly hit the walls of the room and the palace, something seemed to "creak". The man immediately waved his hand, and all the sounds were silenced.

He listened for a while, then looked around again, and saw that nothing was strange, then he sat back on the high seat.

"The next batch of evolvers——"

He had just begun to speak, but suddenly paused again. He raised his nose and pumped it vigorously a few times, as if he was smelling something in the air. After a few seconds, he smiled slowly: "We have guests."

"Come out," the man with the thick beard stood up from the high seat, turned around and asked coldly, "Who are you?"

A red curtain hangs from a golden canopy on the ceiling and hangs to the ground, covering three sides of the high seat. At this time, from the red curtain at the rear, the shape of a person's nose, chin, and shoulders was vaguely undulating.

"When did you come in?" The man was not anxious at all, but smiled. "It's amazing that you have come here. Congratulations, you have finally reached the place where the regret medicine is."

The human figure moved, but never came out from behind the red curtain.

"Come out," the man with the thick beard urged almost kindly: "Are you an evolved person who managed to get to the depths with great difficulty? You will be able to complete the dungeon of the Great Palace of Confusion in no time..."

Although his tone was excellent, the expression on his face was still tense, and he stepped closer to the red curtain step by step as silently as possible.

"I don't even know when another evolved person came to the Grand Palace of Confusion. I had a long sleep before..." His tone unknowingly took on a kind of arrogance and majesty, "You can pay me a courtesy now. Got it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the red curtain was suddenly rolled up by an invisible force, and was swept high into the air. When the man with the thick beard fell on the curtain, he was stunned.

A blank humanoid figure, all white and hairless, raised its head towards him - if it had eyes, the two were looking at each other at this moment.

"You are..." The man with the thick beard slowly took a step back, then another step, and narrowed his eyes. "you are not……"

Almost at the same moment, the marble floor of the room shook suddenly, and was shattered into several pieces by the impact. It erupted like a fountain from his heel; before the man could turn around, a force like a wave rushed out. It got on his back, and with a force that even a copy of the creature could not stop, it wrapped around him and pushed him straight towards the snow-white figure in front of him, and they immediately collided with each other.

"Ren Ben," a female voice spoke clearly from the brokenness and chaos: "Hold him steady!"

The snow-white figure immediately opened his hands and hugged the thick-bearded man tightly.

"Is it you?" The thick-bearded man was wrapped in Ren Ben's arms and couldn't break free for a while. His face turned red as he struggled, and his eyes rolled back hard, but because he was hugged too tightly, he couldn't see much: "No, it's impossible - how can you pass through the copy space by yourself - how can this thing trap me -"

However, his shock, anger and confusion were not heard at all by the people behind him.

In fact, no one seems to be paying much attention to him now.

"Don't drag me," a gloomy male voice just said, and then the woman just screamed "Ah" and protested: "You stepped on me!"

"Oh," the male voice said with breath and anger, "I'll shine my shoes when I get back."

"Why are you always so angry?" The woman named Lin Sanjiu didn't seem to notice that the boss was a replica creature at all. She only talked to her companions: "It's not like I was almost exposed..."

"Let me go!" the bearded man shouted, "I am a copy creature, and I am about to launch the last level!"

He seemed to have attracted the attention of the two people behind him, because they suddenly became quiet. After a few seconds, the woman coughed.

"Renben?" She asked in a good-natured way: "You...why did you grow a beard?"