Strange game designer.

Chapter 820 Return of the Soul
Gao Ming has come this far step by step, encountering many monsters along the way, such as the five dream ghosts currently feeding, each one more bizarre and terrifying than the last.

"To be more specific, is the monster you're talking about even stranger than these dream ghosts around me?" Gao Ming was willing to risk touching the dark side of fate in order to find out the answer.

Without hesitation, Shen Luo involuntarily covered his ears, as if the laughter had already reached his head: "He transcended the realm of humanity, he is an unnamed being, and no existing vocabulary can perfectly describe him. I can't remember his name, I only remember that terrible feeling, he destroyed all old forms, grew up in morbidity and abnormality, and mocked life, death and rules."

The threads of fate wrapped around Gao Ming's ten fingers were like scalpels, piercing into Shen Luo's dark life, dissecting the exterior little by little, and helping Shen Luo recall the information that had been obscured by destiny.

"Frenzy, rage, absurdity..." Blood flowed from Shen Luo's ears, his pupils dilated, as if a sharp knife had pierced his heart, and his body stiffened, unable to move: "I remember now, I remember that day the entire New Shanghai Blood City could hear a voice, 'Return of the Soul,' yes, 'Return of the Soul'!"

Shen Luo's words were fragmented and difficult to understand, and Gao Ming dared not delve any deeper. He had already touched the core of the Black Fate, and further provoking Shen Luo might cause him to be entangled in great karma.

"Laughter? Return of the soul?" Gao Ming walked out of the room, the petals beneath his skin fluttering in the patterns of the Blood City, seemingly giving him some kind of hint.

"Attention, player with secondary privileges number 00000! Soul Return is a special talent exclusive to administrator number zero. Detection in progress... Activation conditions not met... Missing! Missing! Missing!" The voice of the Second-hand System rang out in time. It had been ringing non-stop and warning Gao Ming hundreds of times when he was hunting the Blood-Red Unspeakable.

"Resurrection is an exclusive talent for Administrator Zero?" Gao Ming realized that he had been neglecting this auxiliary system: "You've finally said something useful."

Opening my profile, I see that my high-level professions and talents are still being generated endlessly, and I haven't finished analyzing them yet.

"Why don't I have this talent? Am I not qualified enough for the secondary level? Or am I missing some crucial item?"

"The gaming helmet I used to log into the game this time was the one used by the Savior. It directly transported me to the Deep World. An ordinary gaming device could not possibly do this. Perhaps... there is a ghost dwelling inside the helmet, possessing the ability to penetrate reality?"

Gao Ming's attitude towards the system is completely different from that of the savior. He believes that the so-called system is a special "ghost" that, due to the limitations of the rules, cannot directly interfere with reality and the deeper world, so it "parasitizes" the players.

"Talent detection in progress! Missing! Unable to detect! Soul return information cannot be queried!" The second-hand system was doing its job diligently, searching hard, unaware that Gao Ming's gaze towards it was slowly changing.

"Don't rush, take your time investigating. I have plenty of time." Gao Ming subtly waved his finger, and Yan Xi understood immediately. She shook her head helplessly and turned to inform the other four dream ghosts.

The ground beneath their feet gradually turned to flesh and blood, and the five dream demons carried the five shrines of dreams, surrounding Gao Ming in the center.

After doing all this, they did not leave, and the dream patterns on their bodies quietly crept onto Gao Ming's body.

After completing the preparations, Gao Ming smiled and stared at the system panel that had appeared out of thin air in front of him, then reached out his hand.

Fingers encircling the threads of fate approached from different dimensions, and dream patterns spread into the deep world and ocean of consciousness. The panel that was originally only visible to Gao Ming himself gradually became clear.

"Investigate slowly, investigate slowly."

The second-hand system is working hard to generate the talents and professions of its new owner, but its new owner has ulterior motives.

His fingertips slowly touched the panel, and Gao Ming instantly unleashed the full power of the rules of the Blood City of Vast Ocean. An uninformed person might have thought that another Blood City Lord had attacked. The rules of the Blood City permeated the panel, and the memories of Vast Ocean, like the oldest and most domineering virus, forcibly drilled into the panel and spread wildly along the surface patterns.

At this moment, with the help of Blood City's power, Gao Ming finally saw the true form of this second-hand system. It was composed of countless fine pipes, like a pure white jellyfish, attached to his head.

Ordinary ghosts and monsters cannot see it at all. Only the lord of Blood City can see through its disguise, because what is hidden inside this thing is a part of the consciousness of New Shanghai Blood City.

Stimulated by Gao Ming, the intricate pipes tried to escape and disperse, but were bound by the rules of the Blood City of Vast Ocean, and an endless dreamscape had already been laid out around them.

"Generation failed! Generation failed! Warning! Warning!"

For the first time, Gao Ming sensed panic from the other party. This second-hand system was probably encountering such a "perverted" host for the first time, as it actually targeted a system.

"I'm here to save Xin Hu, so you don't need to worry about me harming you." Gao Ming gripped the panel with both hands, and the power of the Blood City of the Vast Ocean continued to penetrate deeper as he reverse-searched the memories of this second-hand system.

The person who created this thing must be a madman. The creator brought out a monster from the depths of the Blood Sea, a creature covered in pipes that could connect the souls of the living to the deeper world.

After causing it to lose its own will, it tricked a portion of the will of the New Shanghai Blood City into it, and finally hollowed out the monster's brain and hid a black unidentified object inside.

As his consciousness continued to sink, Gao Ming was stunned when he dug to the very core of the system. The jellyfish, which resembled countless pipes, was missing its most crucial piece—the black object that the creator had hidden in the end.

"Is the biggest secret of New Shanghai Blood City that black object?"

The rules of the Blood City of the Vast Ocean have completely permeated the Second-hand System. Gao Ming has trapped that small piece of the will of the New Shanghai Blood City, preventing it from returning.

"Don't be nervous, don't be afraid, it will be over soon." Gao Ming was probably the first person to say these things to the system. He tried to be as gentle as possible and found a coordinate in the dense passage that resembled jellyfish tentacles.

"The aura and traces of the savior are concentrated here."

With ten fingers gripping the monster's head, Gao Ming appeared to outsiders as if he had grasped the system's game panel.

The rules of Blood City extended deeper into that passage, and Gao Ming unleashed all his dream power into it!

Blood streaks instantly appeared on the game panel, the cracks spreading until Gao Ming forcibly tore it open.

The crimson waves crashed against his soul, as if Gao Ming had opened a gate to hell!
"The tentacles of this second-hand system can penetrate into reality and the sea of ​​blood, but each activation comes at a great cost." Looking at the various strange and terrifying things floating in the sea of ​​blood, Gao Ming recalled the two words Shen Luo had mentioned—"Return of Soul."

(End of this chapter)