Infinite Reincarnation: Survival Begins from Ishimura

However, at that very moment.

The attraction from behind suddenly intensified, and the short distance of only a few meters felt like a real chasm.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't take that next step.

Just as he was falling into despair, he suddenly saw a strand of thread floating from ahead.

He quickly grabbed the thread, as if grasping at a life-saving straw.

Finally, with the help of this thread, he stepped onto the stairs.

The moment Mu Xing rushed up the steps, the turbulent suction force behind him suddenly disappeared, as if an endless space-time separated the two sides.

The dancing black and white tentacles also gradually disappeared, merging into the expanding vortex.

Mu Xing endured his weakness and pulled the Hunter, who was only left with a head, from the end of the stairs.

The broken head only had a pair of dim eyes left, its strength exhausted, barely maintaining a trace of activity.

Mu Xing quickly sent it back to the first floor of the Observer's Tower.

He sent it into the incubating embryo.

If the Hunter hadn't risked his life to save him, he probably wouldn't have been able to pass this level.

His initial thought had indeed come in handy, but the price was too high.

Even if he tried to salvage the situation, the Hunter's advancement and hatching would end in failure, and he would have to start all over again.

It might even damage the origin of the first floor of the Observer's Tower due to this action.

He noticed that many cracks had appeared on its first floor.

The attacks of those black and white tentacles were truly terrifying, able to directly strike at the origin.

If it had been a few seconds longer, the first floor, which served as the base of the Observer's Tower, would probably have collapsed directly.

It would take a lot of effort to repair it.

"How are you? Are you still alive?"

Mu Xing took out the limp Evil Spirit from the fourth floor.

"Damn, I'm exhausted. If there's a next time, I'd rather die."

The Evil Spirit's ears drooped, and his eyelids felt like they weighed a ton.

"Go back and rest first!"

Mu Xing sent it back to the fourth floor and turned to look at the tightly closed Byrgenwerth College.

This is the beginning of everything in the Bloodborne Curse world.

If they hadn't started the research on the blood of the Great Ones, the world wouldn't have become this terrifying and dark.

Of course, under the control of the Great Ones, everything is inevitable.

Even without Byrgenwerth College, other colleges would have discovered the corpses and blood of the Great Ones, inevitably sliding into the abyss.

Mu Xing transformed back into human form and stretched his limbs.

After confirming that the vortex behind him couldn't affect this place, he stood up and turned to look at the closed gate.

What came into view were towering spires that seemed to pierce the sky, reaching the distant void.

The surface of the spires was covered with strange runes and obscure symbols, shimmering with a hazy light in the dim moonlight.

The architectural style of the college was unique, blending the coldness of Gothic architecture with the strangeness of occult architecture.

Huge arches and deep corridors intertwined to form a complex maze.

Slowly pushing open the dusty gate.

The rumbling sound echoed in the empty hall.

Contrary to Mu Xing's expectation of a group of indescribable monsters rushing towards him, it was unusually quiet here.

Rather than a college, it was more like a huge library.

The shelves were filled with ancient books and manuscripts, but they had become fragile due to their age.

In the corners of the library, there were also some strange instruments and specimens, their uses unknown, but they made people feel a chill.

Dust covered the bookshelves, and it seemed that no one had cleaned or tidied up here for a long time.

Walking into the wide hall, the crisp sound of his heels colliding with the floor echoed continuously.

Mu Xing closed his eyes and activated the Eye of the Mind, observing this dusty old college.

However, apart from the bookshelves and dust, there was nothing here.

He walked to the desk, where several books were scattered carelessly.

Through the blurred handwriting, he could see that they contained various forbidden knowledge about blood, occultism, sacrificial rituals, and so on.

Every page seemed to exude a decaying aura.

He reached out to touch the book, and the yellowed pages turned to ashes in his hand.

"Is anyone here?"

Mu Xing's voice echoed in the hall, as if it had traveled to a very distant place.

However, the only thing that responded to him was the echo.

He crossed the hall, passed the bookshelves, and walked towards the back door.

The vast college had a complex internal structure, like a maze.

Attics and attics intersected, and spires stood intertwined.

Only the bright moon in the sky was always as bright as snow.

The light reflected from the roof seemed to put a layer of silver on the college.

Mu Xing took out the Moonlight Greatsword and held it in his hand, the moonlight humming, illuminating the surrounding darkness.

He was ready to activate the power hidden in the Moonlight Greatsword at any time.

The Eye of the Mind didn't seem to work well here. What it saw seemed to be the same as what his eyes saw, and the vision was even darker.

When the vigilant Mu Xing carefully searched the entire college building, he still found nothing.

No one, no monsters, nothing at all.

The towering spires were like cold tombstones, burying themselves in this forgotten space-time.

When Mu Xing came to the back of the college, he headed towards his destination.

He walked through the long arched corridor with carvings.

He saw the beautiful Moonside Lake under the moonlight. The lake surface was like a huge mirror, shimmering in the gentle caress of the moonlight.

The color of the lake water was almost dark blue, bottomless.

On the lake shore, strangely shaped rocks were scattered arbitrarily, their outlines appearing particularly abrupt in the moonlight.

Some unknown plants grew by the lake, swaying gently in the breeze, making rustling sounds.

At the end of the corridor, Mu Xing finally saw the person he wanted to see.

It was Master Willem, the headmaster of Byrgenwerth College.

He was the discoverer of the blood of the Great Ones, the researcher of forbidden knowledge, and the pursuer of the Eye of the Mind.

He was the beginning of everything, opening the era of research on the blood of the Great Ones, but when he discovered the terrifying truth of the world hidden behind this blood, he decisively ordered the college to ban the research on the blood of the Great Ones.

However, the desire in people's hearts is an endless sea that can never be filled.

Lawrence, his most proud disciple, defected from the college and founded the Healing Church.

He had thought about stopping it, but the power of the college was limited, and it was even suppressed by the Healing Church.

As one side declined and the other grew, he gave up the possibility of direct conflict.

He understood the secret of the coming of the Blood Moon and chose another path to prevent the Blood Moon from coming.

At this time,

Master Willem sat reclined in a large and ornate bronze wheelchair by the lake, like a specimen forgotten by time.

He was wearing a gorgeous college robe, and the silver staff of a university scholar, symbolizing the highest achievement of the college, was quietly placed diagonally on his body.

His eyes were closed, his face peaceful, and he wore a long headmaster's hat on his cement-like blue-gray face.

The headmaster's hat, whether intentionally or unintentionally, covered his eyes.

His withered fingers rested lightly on the armrest, his nails seeming to blend into the bronze rust of the armrest.

The outline of a gaunt skeleton was vaguely visible under the dark purple robe.

Mu Xing didn't feel any life from this body, like a statue petrified in front of this Moonside Lake.

However,

When the breeze blew, the rocking chair swayed gently and freely, making creaking sounds.