Virtue is Abundant

Dongsheng country.

capital.

A certain hospital, on the eighteenth floor.

A teenager in a hospital gown stood in front of the window sill, looking out.

It was raining heavily. The whole world is in depression.

Whether it is the entire hospital, or the streets outside the hospital, shopping malls, roads or even family buildings——

Nobody at all.

To be precise, there are no living people.

A voice buzzed in the void:

"God, the corpse you brought back to life is the most suitable corpse in the entire capital."

The boy stretched out his hand to catch the rainwater outside the window, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Pointing to the torrential rain outside, he said excitedly:

"Ox head and horse face, look outside—"

"My lord, it seems that the sacrificial formation has been successfully launched, and the messenger of destruction is sending down a great flood." Niutou said.

"Shangshen's plan has been fully realized." Ma Mian also said.

The boy smiled triumphantly, opened his arms and said:

"The great flood will spread to the whole world. At that time, if I play again, I can guide the few remaining humans to the primitive slash-and-burn era."

"As for the guy who controls the Tianhe Navy."

"Don't worry about him for now."

"—Because I've already won."

He finished speaking slowly, the smile on his face froze suddenly.

outside the window.

The rain is rapidly diminishing.

Soon, the rain stopped completely, the dark clouds in the sky parted, and the sun came out.

The young man murmured absentmindedly:

"No, it's impossible. The sacrificial array has clearly completed the deal, and the messenger of destruction will definitely release the flood. Why—"

He didn't go on.

Yes, it was originally like this, but why was it changed?

Naturally, it was because the sacrificial formation did not have its own host and was used by others.

Who is it?

Who else could it be!

"Damn boy."

Gritting his teeth, the boy pulled out a long blood-colored stick from the void, and jumped out of the window.

at the same time.

on the square.

The men and women in uniform reappeared.

As soon as they appeared, they immediately knelt down on one knee, bowed their heads together and said:

"My lord, this is the place."

A huge black shadow appeared in the sky.

The black shadow remained motionless.

The men and women on the ground held their breath and dared not make a sound.

a long time.

A voice sounded from mid-air:

"A big flood did break out here, and you were right to call me here."

Everyone immediately became overjoyed.

But the voice went on:

"However, the Great Flood has been used...it seems that the man has found a way to use the emblem, and you have not been able to stop him."

"This is your mistake."

"Do you know that I can't come to this world right now—because of your information, I paid a huge price to come here, but I didn't see the Destroyer, and I didn't see the great flood—"

The voice just fell.

A huge pitch-black shadow fell gently, covering everyone.

Five or six men and women knelt still, but phantoms of souls emerged from their backs, as if they were sucked up by something, and flew into the sky.

These souls struggled frantically, trying to get out of this dark void.

But it didn't work--

The souls were horrified to find that they were completely poured into the dark shadows, and there was absolutely no room for rejection.

Then.

The darkness of the unconscious covers everything.

for a while.

In mid-air, the voice sounded again:

"Forget it, if he really collects the 'Ending', it will save me a lot of trouble."

"It's hard to come here once... I'll wait for him here."

All the black shadows gathered together and towered over the square, emitting bursts of darkness.

Every piece of darkness is constantly devouring everything around.

...

"Hello."

"Sigh the wall, do you think there is a possibility—"

"Can we temporarily turn the enemy into a friend with the other party, bring the enemy to the same level, and then find a way to deal with them?"

Wu Xiaode said to the sighing wall.

Sighing, two lines of small ice crystal characters appeared on the wall:

"You came up with an idea."

"Now show you the original appearance of the current 'end'."

Sigh A brand new icon appeared on the wall.

I saw that this icon was an oval ancient mirror glowing with azure blue light.

"Shadows of Endless Fear."

"The source of fear in all worlds, the special type of 'end', the mirror of the inner world."

"Description: Expand a world in the mirror and release all fantasy and fear."

"——Born in a world that was perfectly ended by the great flood, it is the complete transformation of the world's source power and the 'end' of manifestation."

Wu Xiaode felt a breath quietly.

He found that he seemed to have something more—it was on the Book of the Dead, and he could call it at any time.

Nothing else but this "Shadow of Endless Fear".

When I tied my mind to this mirror, everything around me fell into silence.

It seems that something unreasonable is about to happen.

Wu Xiaode himself felt a burst of palpitations and fear, and couldn't help breaking his mind connection with this mirror.

"Is this the end I have gained?" he asked.

"Yes, it's done."

The spirit on his body said, "I have paid the reward and must leave now, but in the end, let me take something out of you—now is the time to use it."

Wu Xiaode suddenly felt that there was something extra in his hand.

The next moment.

He suddenly found himself regaining control of his body.

A line of small ice crystal characters appeared:

"The spirit has returned to the spirit world. In addition, you can already use an item."

Wu Xiaode looked down.

There is an extra coin in hand.

On the front of the coin is the scorching sun above the clouds, and on the other side is a vague figure floating above endless corpses.

When Wu Xiaode recalled it briefly, he couldn't help but suddenly realized.

——I obtained this coin when I awakened my name, and I always thought that its function was to activate my name, but I never thought that I could still use it at this moment.

When I first awakened the title of "Tianzhi Minggui" in the city of holy names, I went to see those laws myself.

One of those laws is fear.

He once said that he was very much to his liking.

Wu Xiaode looked at the coin, then looked at the mirror on the wall with a sigh.

The name of the mirror is "Shadow of Endless Fear".

I have always wondered why that Law of Fear is so optimistic about me.

——But now it seems that the other party really has a vision.

Because I really have a very speculative relationship with fear, even the "end" I found has elements of fear.

good.

This "end" is already very strong.

But as a rule of thumb, if you can let something have its own style, it will be stronger!

Wu Xiaode looked at the coin in his hand.

A line of small characters suddenly appeared on the coin:

"The truly powerful will does not come from others, but from yourself."

interesting.

Willpower is indeed the force that drives the evolution of skills.

——I have always done live broadcasts to earn other people's willpower, but as for my own willpower, I still don't know how to use it.

He flips the coin.

A sentence quickly appeared on the back of the coin:

"With the power of your wish, make the 'end' your style, which is the beginning of becoming stronger."

Ding.

The coin flew up from his hand, fell into the sighing wall, and disappeared.

Sighing, a line of small ice crystal characters suddenly appeared on the wall:

"Everything is ready."

"The coin will continue to find everything you have feared in your memory and reappear in your mind."

"When you arouse your wish power out of fear, you can resonate with the 'Shadow of Endless Fear' and activate it to evolve."

"You'll get an 'end' that matches your personal fighting style."

The next moment.

Light and shadow flickered all around.

Wu Xiaode only felt that he was going back quickly, and he was about to go back to the previous world.

——Why so fast?

I haven't figured out how to activate my wish power yet!

At this moment.

A scene from memory resurfaced.

There seemed to be a familiar voice whispering loudly in my ear:

"You want to learn a dagger?"

"Yes, the dagger is very useful, can you teach me?" said himself.

"You kid is too hot, what dagger do you want to learn, what if you fight with someone and kill him?" the voice said.

"Uncle Qian, just teach me how to do it." I begged myself.

"We gangsters, don't play with daggers lightly - this thing is an artifact of the prison system, understand?" the voice said.

The picture in memory is gradually clear.

It was midnight.

There was no one in front of the supper stall.

Uncle Qian stood behind the stall with a cigarette in his mouth, chatting with him about the street affairs.

"Then what should I study?"

While clearing the dining table, he asked confusedly.

"Jiu-jitsu."

"Jiu-jitsu? Master Qian, my lord, you want me to learn ju-jitsu? You'll laugh your ass off when you say it." He said dissatisfied.

"Boy, jujitsu can control opponents and calm down incidents. It's a must-have skill for traveling at home." The other party said dissatisfied.

"But jujitsu will drag the fight to the ground, but on the street, the fight is always chaotic and out of control. No one can face more than two opponents on the ground at the same time." He argued.

Uncle Qian spat and said impatiently:

"What good is learning to fight? If you win, you will go to jail, if you lose, you will be hospitalized—boy, you should study hard. When you grow up, you will be a doctor or a lawyer. Life is not so good."

"Uncle Qian, I need to learn some self-defense skills to protect myself. You know, I have no money and no family to help me, so I'm easily bullied."

"Forget it, since you've been in the night market with me for so many days, and you're also very diligent in fighting, I'll tell you the secret of fighting on the street."

"Uncle Qian, tell me quickly."

"run."

"run?"

"That's right, on the street, if you can run, you won't have any problems. Others can't hit you."

"Then what if you are stuck in a dead end? Please, Uncle Qian, you have been fighting for so many years, and you are an old man in the gang, pass me a word, I thank you, and I will burn paper for you when you die."

"Brat!"

Uncle Qian cursed nonchalantly, and muttered: "You have such a poisonous mouth, I'm afraid of you, so I'll pass you a word, just say it once, listen carefully."

"Say it quickly—don't let me run away again, I will!" I said.

Uncle Qian's expression suddenly straightened, and he said in a low voice, "Remember, we all play like this on the street—"

"..."

The screen flashes away.

Wu Xiaode only felt that his feet were on the ground.

The world appeared again.

This is the square in the capital of Dongsheng Kingdom.

——I came back by myself.

not far away.

A voice sounded:

"It's good luck. It seems that I didn't run in vain this time, and I can finally make up for my loss."

Wu Xiaode turned his head to look.

I saw a few corpses kneeling in the square.

——It was those human beings who threatened to hand over their emblems.

In addition, all the patrolling robots lost their power, their bodies were dismantled by some extremely tyrannical force, and they were thrown randomly on the square.

Farther away, on a black pointed pillar, was the corpse of a human teenager.

The boy had been dead for a long time, but he was still holding a bloody long stick tightly in his hand.

Wu Xiaode recognized this long stick.

This is the weapon of the City God.