Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 599 "Death Grim Reaper Crusher"

I can't see anything in front of me, but I can feel myself disappearing at a rapid speed.

Zheng Fan tried looking around: "Can't I see anything?"

There's absolutely nothing to see. There shouldn't be any "light" here, or even anything more than light...

Switch your senses.

After directly engaging his most fundamental senses to read information, Zheng Fan immediately understood the current state of this world. It was indeed a rather peculiar world.

At the same time, Zheng Fan also realized the true nature of the death energy used by Li Busi.

There is no physical matter in the entire world, or rather, there is no matter here. This world itself is an information crusher and a garbage dump.

Everything that meets the conditions to enter this world will normally be pulverized into basic information fragments in an instant; this is death.

There is no underworld or a kingdom of souls.

All that exists is a ruthlessly operating waste disposal plant.

The "death energy" used by Li Busi is essentially countless "mist-like miniature pulverizers" that prioritize consciousness information, followed by material information.

The vast majority of people, lives, and even those who never have the chance to know this world are shattered the moment they arrive here.

Judging from the state of Shen Baitong, who was resurrected after the system intervened and opened the Dead Treasure, he probably didn't see such a special world after he died.

If he had truly experienced that feeling of being shattered, he certainly wouldn't have reacted so simply and decisively.

The destruction of visitors by the "world of the dead" is silent, precisely because this world contains almost nothing but the destruction of information.

Normal senses, even those at the level of the soul and consciousness, cannot perceive this world; even the observation of this world itself will be shattered by it.

A massive black hole in the information sphere.

Somewhat like the eyes of a rabbi, the eyes of a rabbi mimic the function of this world to a certain extent. Therefore, individuals whose information is directly erased by a rabbi will not even have the chance to be resurrected.

Zheng Fan could see that many vivid consciousnesses entered this world and were then ground up and chopped up. He didn't know what Li Busi felt about this world.

It was more boring than I expected, but it was also quite interesting in itself.

Death is the complete annihilation, leaving not even ashes; that is the world's definition of "death."

Even Zheng Fan, standing here, could feel himself being crushed at an incredible speed. However, the amount of information Zheng Fan possessed was simply too vast. Even with the crushing efficiency of this world, it would take an unknown amount of time for Zheng Fan to be crushed while he stood still.

So Zheng Fan tried to move around in this world.

It was somewhat difficult, perhaps because the sense of self had become somewhat blurred in this sea of ​​information dregs, and Zheng Fan could hardly distinguish the boundaries between himself and his surroundings.

In this world, what constitutes movement? And where should one move to? Here, everything is the same, truly lifeless, without even a single concrete image that can be understood using human concepts.

Zheng Fan had no choice but to mobilize more forces.

Boom!

Then, he seemed to have shaken this boundless "massive machine" and disturbed one of the few beings within it—should it be called a being?

In Zheng Fan's eyes, this thing also lacked a concrete will and a sense of existence. It didn't even have a specific carrier; it merely gathered up the silent remnants of information after the world was shattered and pieced them together into an indescribable thing.

Based on Li Bu Si's title, perhaps he should be called "Dead Emperor," or more colloquially, "Grim Reaper."

Although everything is eerie, one thing is certain.

He is the spokesperson for the dark world.

From this seemingly non-existent mass of information remnants, Zheng felt a similar sensation to when facing system wholesalers—a mixture of familiarity and mutual loathing.

"Who are you?" Zheng Fan attempted to communicate from an informational perspective.

Even if the information he sent could withstand the destruction of the world and reach that thing, that thing itself seemed to be an even more ruthless shredder, completely pulverizing the information he sent and turning it into part of its own information cluster.

Despite being supposed to be a spokesperson, as part of the will of the dark world, it lacks its own concrete will and seems completely unable to communicate.

It's more like... an activated logic. Zheng Fan thought of the lost wind he first encountered, which had no specific self-will and simply wandered around following its own logic.

This thing is similar, but it's much more advanced than the Lost Wind.

After a brief period of observation, the super crusher in front of them suddenly started up, pressing down on Zheng Fan at full power.

Facing a representative who is theoretically on the same level as oneself in the opponent's home field, and the opponent has a special mode of existence, while one is even somewhat unable to move due to the situation on the spot.

This situation seems somewhat dangerous for Zheng Fan.

However, in this state of information where everything returns to its most essential form, Zheng Fan quickly grasped a certain trick.

Abandon the concrete and turn to the abstract.

To unlock the secrets of death, one must not fight against external forces or the shattering of death, but rather look inward to find one's truest self.

This might be an opportunity.

The bloated information body began to change. Zheng felt his own existence expanding, but a certain superficiality began to shrink in turn.

This feeling is like... growing.

"Death" came into contact with Zheng Fan.

However, this invincible super crusher failed to crush Zheng Fan; their information began to combine in a state of chaos and turmoil.

Death is resistant; He continues to shatter, and the whole world is trying to completely destroy Zheng Fan. Only then does Zheng Fan truly begin to move.

……

In the depths of the endless black world, countless streams of light emerged from the darkness, sweeping past the supreme giant tree and reaching its very roots!
Multicolored streams of light converged to form the outline of an eyeball, trembling as it gazed down.

The roots of the giant tree, which had been dormant for a long time and no longer moved on their own, began to grow.

Beneath the tree roots lies the "soil" where the giant tree once took root, a corner that accompanied its birth. But as the great being fell silent, the soil beneath it separated, eventually becoming the graveyard of the myriad worlds that split off from the treetop, piling up all the garbage of multiple worlds and ruthlessly crushing everything.

If anything, he might be the first spokesperson for the dark world.

He is even more primal and pure than the spokespeople. If one could grasp Him, one might be able to get one a step closer to that great being. But so far, no spokesperson has been able to do so. That graveyard can easily crush and bury even other spokespeople.

But what's going on now?

What did that personified being do?

Under the watchful eyes and the prying gazes from behind, the tree roots grew downwards with difficulty, finally touching the murky soil.

It has taken root.

There was no rejection; the two were always inseparable. At this moment, He finally found His original place.

dong dong——

Something seemed to be pulsating, rising from the "soil" to the roots and spreading upwards, causing the entire giant tree to tremble for a moment.

In an instant, all the prying eyes vanished without a trace, leaving only eyes gazing upwards in silence.

Only for this one moment, and then the tree returned to its usual slow and languid state, retaining only its most basic instinctive activities.

but……

The "soil" has returned.

This should be a good thing for their advocates, as it is clearly conducive to the revival of the great beings and beneficial to their future plans.

However, this incident happened without any apparent cause, and once that unscrupulous personality was involved, the situation could easily spiral out of control.

After gazing silently for a long time, the eyes transformed back into countless streams of light and disappeared into the darkness.

Well then, though the tree is asleep, even in its slumber it has its own plans.

(End of this chapter)