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Chapter 381. The Eternal Night Arrives
After saying goodbye to the high school student Fool and the Peace Girl, Jiang Jianxin wandered alone through the streets of the Carnival Realm.

The streets were lined with all sorts of stalls selling strange and unusual trinkets. She strolled along, stopping occasionally to browse through the exquisite little objects, and before she knew it, she had accumulated a bit of leisurely enjoyment.

But the weather was ultimately disappointing—the days were getting shorter and shorter, and the nights were coming earlier each day. Today, just past noon, the sun had already completely set, and the streets were quickly enveloped in darkness.

Jiang Jianxin stood on the dimly lit street, looked up at the cold moon in the sky, then looked down at the clear "12:00" on his phone screen, and was momentarily dazed.
"Hmm...it's already nighttime at just past noon?"

No one responded to her shock; only her intuition whispered in her mind:

It's time. Go back and pack your things; it's time to go to work.

What kind of work do I do?

Jiang Jianxin asked.

Take a look at the meeting that Yuzhijia (a fortune teller) scheduled for you.

The answer, the truth, reminds us.

It should now have time and attendees.

Jiang Jianxin took out his phone, opened the Ping An Forum, and saw that the scheduled meeting had indeed received a notification.

Jiang Jianxin compared the time and found that it was three days later, while the list of attendees was marked "All".

What does "all" mean?

She asked the intuition in her mind.

This conference is for all races in the world, whether gods or humans.

The answer was truth.

【you mean……】

Jiang Jianxin had already vaguely understood something.

I need to attend this meeting, bearing the name of the God of Death and Silence, to complete the final coverage of the Realm of Faith.

The truth answered:
"That's right, whether we succeed in the end depends on you."

……

It is an undeniable fact that the sun is setting earlier and earlier each day.

The forum was filled with posts expressing panic over this unusual celestial phenomenon.

Although the strategist of light has explained to everyone after analysis that the world is merging, people still know nothing about what lies on the other side of the thick fog.

During this period of widespread anxiety, the game "Dark Land" swept through the entire world of talent in just seven days with its slogan "Absolutely realistic, a new world ahead of the curve," attracting countless people to flock in and scramble to recharge their accounts.

But on a night when the sun had completely set by 2 a.m., the game—along with everyone's accounts and data—disappeared silently and completely. And on that very day, as the sun sank, the thick fog at the end of the sea of ​​blood also thinned and dissipated.

Through the gradually thinning fog, people saw that new world for the first time.

Although the outlines of the mountains and rivers are indeed the same, the social landscape is so unfamiliar, even completely opposite—as far as the eye can see, churches are densely packed all over the land, and people dressed in white robes walk quietly among them like devout believers.

This scene is completely different from what is depicted in the game.

Only then did everyone realize that they had been completely deceived.

They were captivated by "The Darkest Earth," and by the invisible hand of capital behind it. They willingly handed over all their assets.

Overnight, countless wealthy people went bankrupt and became impoverished, while many ordinary people secretly rejoiced amidst their lingering fear.

On the forum, the anger and curses against "Dark Land" surged like a tidal wave, and this scam also made people see the true face of the Rose Group as a capital group whose main purpose is to make money, and its unscrupulous means.

Besides the controversy sparked by "Dark Earth," people gradually noticed something even more unsettling—the sun never rose again after it set at two o'clock that afternoon.

The world was plunged into a long, solidified darkness. The cold, like a layer of rust, covered every inch of the land and the heart of every person.

At first came confusion, then speculation, and panic spread silently like an undercurrent beneath the ice.

Just as the world was in a state of boundless desolation and restless hearts, the thick fog that had long stretched between the two worlds vanished without warning.

As if a curtain had been suddenly torn open, the people of the gifted world saw the scene on the other side for the first time—it was not a chaotic phantom, but a clear, cold, and well-structured alien realm.

The earth is regularly divided into countless blocks, each with a church of a different style, its towering spires piercing the dark sky.

The walls, flags, and even the ground are covered with or carved with incomprehensible divine symbols, so densely packed that it is suffocating.

But on the first night after the thick fog cleared, true terror descended.

From the depths of those blocks, indescribable beings cast their "gaze"—not a physical line of sight, but a gigantic, distorted, and oppressive shadow.

They extend from another world; they are not physical entities, yet they are more maddening than physical entities.

Shadows loomed across the sky, silently revealing the truth of that world:
It was a realm thoroughly permeated by faith and fanaticism, where gods truly existed, and the entire plane had long been utterly corrupted by indescribable things from beyond.

Now, the barrier of dense fog has disappeared.

The world of talent was thus laid bare before the gaze of those on the other side.

Pollution is no longer a distant whisper; it has become an approaching tide, carrying the cold luster of divine emblems and the whispers writhing in the shadows, about to overflow the borders and erode every inch of soil, every breath of air, and every soul still breathing in the darkness.

The two worlds were now officially adjacent.

The process of one side devouring the other has quietly begun.

However, on the very night this prelude to the devouring began, another unexpected event occurred—