Strange Voyage: Summoning the Fourth Disaster.

Chapter 832 In the darkness, undercurrents surge.
Of course, given the similarities in culture and environment, Rogue felt exceptionally close to the players.

He didn't dwell on the details, nor did he feel incredibly lonely because of that slight difference.

After all, even in his original world, the environment and culture of each place are still very different.

Not to mention the real world that players live in, which is not much different from their own.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have considered Wowo as a "fellow villager".

After hearing his words, Wowo was stunned for a moment.

"...So, you come from a parallel world similar to ours..."

She muttered to herself, and at the same time, she seemed to realize the hint of loneliness hidden in Roger's words, and couldn't help but speak up to comfort him.

"It's okay, I'm the same as you now."

"If there's nothing we can do to change it, then we just have to accept it."

Upon hearing her words, Roger smiled but did not continue the conversation.

"Eat this! This is delicious!"

Although Little Snail couldn't understand what the two were talking about, the little guy didn't forget Roger when he had something good to eat, and painstakingly held a pastry to Roger's mouth.

Roger chuckled, not refusing the little thing's kindness, and patted her head as he did so.

The two continued chatting, and Wowo still had many questions. She was very curious about the spirit candles, as well as this fantastical burning world.

Roger patiently answered these questions, but he only touched on some key or stressful issues briefly.

After all, for Wowo, there are some things that are better left unknown than known to her...

……

The hands of time never stop, moving forward in a fixed direction.

Players are gradually getting used to the new version of the Other Shore Lighthouse, and their exploration of unknown areas continues on track.

Rogge has not forgotten the exploration goals he has already set.

That is, the Gulad Empire, the Moon, and the Nightmare Flame.

Compared to the former, finding the latter two was significantly easier for Rogge.

Because the Primal Flamemark pointer given by Nyiril had already been integrated into the Spiritfire Harbor, Rogue could easily lock onto its coordinates and tether it using its functions.

However, within the primordial flame region pointed to by the primordial flame marks, some areas are bright, some are dark, and some are intermittently bright and dim, appearing and disappearing.

At first, Rogge thought the difference between light and dark came from whether these primordial flames were burning.

But after learning more, he realized that this might just represent distance and difficulty in traction.

After all, within the boundary of darkness, numerous free-floating zones constantly wander and are not fixed.

Not long ago, Roger even discovered that a guide line that had appeared before had suddenly disappeared, but a new guide line had appeared in its place.

Fortunately, Rogge has found traces of both the place where the Moonfire was extinguished and the place where the Nightmarefire was extinguished.

In other words, he can let players enter and explore at any time.

It is believed that the secrets hidden behind it will gradually come to light.

However, many things in life don't come in a queue one by one, but rather come all at once at a certain moment.

This is the situation Rogge is currently facing.

Because, while he was roughly exploring the two Primal Flame Scar instances, he also discovered an important region related to the Gruard Empire...

If it were in the past.

He might have to put one of them on hold for now, allowing players to focus on exploring another area.

But things are different now.

The player base has grown significantly, and the number of top players is far more than just a handful.

Therefore, Rogge's choice this time is...

Want them all!
……

Before venturing into new areas, Rogge still needs time to do some preparatory work.

But at the same time, undercurrents were also surging within the darkness.

……

In the pitch-black mine, fluorescent light illuminated the way ahead, and a half-human figure, whose body seemed to be cast in gold, continued to advance deeper into the mine by the light.

An unpleasant odor wafted from the mine below on the cold wind, unsettling and seemingly a final warning to the explorers.

"Cough...cough..."

The halfling resolutely moved forward, his golden layer already showing cracks and an aura of decay.

His name is Kingdogur, and he is a wandering flame.

He comes from a race called the "Mural Spirits".

Compared to other social races, this group rarely sees its own kind after birth; isolation and arrogance are their innate traits.

Then some people might ask:

Without the help of your kind or the care of your parents, how can you grow up and become strong?
This brings us to the innate racial talents and wondrous way of existence of the "Mural Spirits".

Although no one knows the origin of the mural spirit.

But every mural spirit knows that their power comes from the murals and runes engraved on their bodies at the time of their birth.

It was carved by my own parents with the deepest fire and sharpness.

It carries the life experience and strength of the parents, as well as the spark and the hope.

Therefore, every mural spirit, after being born, possesses the lifelong gifts of its parents, and even if it walks alone in the world without anyone to help it, it still has a considerable chance of survival.

That is why Kingdogor was able to survive for so long in this dangerous world.

However, for Jin Daoguer, living a long life is not necessarily a good thing.

After his birth, he also harbored lofty ambitions to travel the world and explore its mysteries.

But he soon discovered that this so-called "world" was so small, and the dark boundary was a terrifying chasm that he could not budge an inch no matter how he tried.

He really wanted to leave.

Unfortunately, there was no relevant method in the inherited memories. The only useful information was that the original world was not like this.

This caused Kingdoul even more pain.

He searched the entire area but found no useful clues.

Apart from... this dangerous deep pit in front of us.

In fact, Kingdogur had discovered this deep cave a long time ago, but not far from the entrance, a strange force was resisting his further exploration.

This power would cause his body to be covered in sores, he to cough, he to be extremely weak, and pain to fill every corner of his body.

If Kingdogor were to risk everything to delve deeper, there might be a chance to uncover its secrets.

But... Jin Daogu's innate bloodline instincts told him that even if he were to delve deeper, he must leave behind his own bloodline and pass on his life's experience and power to his children.

This made Kingdoul hesitate, and at the same time, feel angry.

If his bloodline is preserved, his power will be greatly weakened. At that time, he might not even be able to enter the cave, let alone explore its deepest part.

But if we don't leave any bloodline, wouldn't that be a great act of rebellion?
The instincts in his bloodline are fighting against Jin Daogu's "rebellious" thoughts.

why?
Why did my parents have to bring me into this world? Was it just so that I would be trapped here, immersed in this boundless loneliness and pain?
Why are you so selfish?
Jin Daoguer was initially angry, but then he began to think, and thought for a long time.

Finally, he figured it out.

Rather than leaving his bloodline to continue living in this hopeless world, it's better to give him a chance to escape!
What bullshit about bloodline instincts? Screw you!
So Jin Daoguer resolutely set off, and sure enough, in good condition, even though he was being eroded by that power, he still advanced for a very long time.

But now, his physical strength has reached its limit, and he is exhausted.

"Ah……"

Jin Daoguer leaned against the cave wall, coughing weakly and bending over, breathing heavily.

The terrible disease continued to erode his body; ominous, disgusting lumps had grown on his skin, and his cracked skin was unbearably itchy. Even so, the cave remained deep, seemingly without end.

Even so, Kingdoul did not give up.

He was extremely unwilling, yet resolute.

Even if he were to die, he wanted to die in a place far away.

He wanted to see what lay at the end of the cave.

With this in mind, Jin Daoguer, with unwavering willpower and tenacious caution, dragged his broken body forward little by little.

Take a step...

Take another step...

With only this thought in his mind, he was completely unaware that his lower body had been blown into a dark yellow, foul-smelling pus by the terrible cave winds.

Finally, the evil force spread to his chest, and his hands lost their strength.

Is there no way to go any further...?

I'm really not reconciled...

Filled with intense resentment, his vision began to blur.

But at that moment, a gray, spiral-shaped object suddenly flew out of the darkness and floated in front of him.

"Ah... what a steadfast will..."

"And it goes against the foolish instincts that bind you..."

"What excellent servants they are."

"Since that's the case, then we can't let you die like this."

The words in the gray spiral reached the depths of King Daoguer's heart, making it impossible for him to hear the tone of the voice.

But this is not important.

Importantly, his body began to recover miraculously.

The original pus and blood, along with the shattered golden skin, began to recombine and rebuild. In just one or two breaths, his body was restored to its original form.

This incredible power was unbelievable to him. He glanced at his hands and then focused his gaze on the gray spiral.

"You saved me?"

"Who are you?"

"Who am I?" The gray spiral chuckled softly, not responding immediately, but instead bringing up another matter.

"Look at this wretched world. It shouldn't be like this, but it has become what it is today because of the selfish desires of those who were in power in the past..."

"Think again about the bloodline instincts that bind you. These are the foolish rules of the world, and the shackles imposed on your mind by the creator..."

"Now, you have broken your shackles."

"And I, we..."

"They are people who want to break the rules..."

"We are the same kind."

"He was also your guide..."

At this point, the gray spiral began to drift deeper into the cave.

"Want to know more? Then follow along..."

Having said that, it didn't wait for Jin Daoguer and floated away.

Upon hearing this, Jin Daoguer paused only for a moment before casting aside his last shred of hesitation and following after them...

……

In the pitch-black night.

The crystal-clear lake shone brightly, ripples gently swayed in the breeze, and red beetles crawled slowly on the lakebed, like rubies.

Jiama sat cross-legged by the lake, lost in thought, seemingly appreciating the tranquility and beauty of the place.

Or perhaps he was reflecting on some short stories that the storyteller had told him not long ago.

However, no matter what, he didn't like to talk.

He prefers to close his eyes and experience things.

This is his home, the place where he was born, and from the very beginning, he could feel the warmth coming from the bottom of the lake.

That is the root of the lake, and the source from which the red beetles depend for survival.

however.

At that moment, he suddenly sensed something new that he had never experienced before, beyond the tranquility and warmth.

That is……

Jiama was startled and looked at the crack in the distance, realizing that danger was approaching.

However, it was too late.

With a whoosh, the sharp blade sliced ​​a cold line across his neck.

Jiama's head fell, and his body collapsed as well, leaving only the head of an ashes that had extinguished the pursuers swaying silently.

"Eliminate, extinguish."

The pursuer's cold voice was devoid of emotion, sounding like a command being issued or a predetermined instruction being carried out.

There was a pop.

Jiama's head fell into the lake.

His remaining vision and consciousness couldn't see many things clearly, but he could see the destruction and ashes, as well as the greatsword of ashes plunging into the bottom of the lake, very clearly.

In addition, he heard a mournful cry coming from the bottom of the lake, a cry for himself, and also for him.

Only at that moment did he suddenly realize why he had never felt lonely before.

It turns out that someone had been quietly supporting him all along.

That warmth came from the bottom of the lake.

Unfortunately, he didn't have time to get to know it before he witnessed its death...

……

For a long time, Letty and Loti's lives were relatively peaceful.

Loti seemed to enjoy these days of slacking off; in fact, there were times when Leti should have been at work, and Loti was the one who showed up.

She maintained her indifferent and dismissive attitude towards players, and even disliked those who bothered her.

She lives one day at a time.

But Letty didn't think so. Despite being tormented by the players countless times, he still believed that one day he would be able to obtain important information from Candlefire Island.

"Stop lying down, get up and help me arrange these things!"

"..."

"Oh, I can't stand you..."

Letty complained like a mother hen, but still managed to do what she was supposed to do all by herself.

However, his complaints suddenly stopped as two players passed by.

"...For a life form at the level of being touched by fuel to survive for so long, it is almost certainly the strongest below the level of fuel. There will definitely be some disturbances during the moment of its extinction..."

The storyteller, holding a philosophical staff, walked past the Leti stall while talking to his friend. After glancing at the stall, he showed no interest and left.

But when Letty saw the Philosopher's Scepter for the first time, he was as if he had seen a ghost, his pupils dilated, and he stood there motionless.

(End of this chapter)