My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

The video will automatically replay again.

The following comments scroll across the screen:

[Tch, another one of those ads using supernatural phenomena to gain traffic. Even a fool can see it's photoshopped.]

[This is true! Last week during my class, our physical education representative and teacher were swallowed by this light and haven't returned yet!]

[Those who believe in this stuff will have (sweating soybeans) for life.]

Is it the end of the world? Or just a collective hallucination?

……

One after another, questioning or mocking comments scrolled by quickly.

Occasionally, a few people would claim to have seen it with their own eyes.

These comments cast doubt on the video's authenticity.

Lin Feng's brows furrowed into a deep frown as he muttered to himself.

"Supernatural phenomena... Xiaomei said she felt Xiaomo come back... Does that seem to fall into this category? Could Xiaomo's disappearance be related to this person in the video?"

He found the idea outrageous and thought he was just overthinking things.

Lin Feng then rubbed his forehead to refresh himself.

Lin Mo, standing to the side, was trembling inside.

It turned out that Dad had been searching for the reason for his disappearance and had unconditionally believed Mom's words.

Lin Feng snapped out of his daze and instinctively tried to put his phone back in his pocket.

However, as soon as he tried to lift it, he found that he couldn't even lift the phone!

The phone seemed to be stuck to my palm, or as if it were fixed in mid-air by an invisible force.

"Um?"

Lin Feng was taken aback, thinking that his exhaustion was caused by days of fatigue and anxiety.

He tried again, even using his other hand to support it, but the phone still wouldn't budge.

He looked up in confusion and spoke to a nurse passing by not far away.

"Nurse, my hand feels a little..."

Before he finished speaking, the screen of his phone in his hand suddenly changed automatically!

The video playback interface instantly shrunk and exited, switching to the video's comment section page.

Raymond Lam looked astonished.

Then, something even more chilling happened.

The cursor automatically blinked in the blank input box of the comment section.

Then, it felt like an invisible hand was typing on a keyboard.

A line of clear, small print was typed out, word by word:

[Dad, it's me, I'm home.]

These seven words, like a thunderclap, exploded in Lin Feng's mind!

His pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size.

Even breathing stopped!

He suddenly looked up, his eyes wide with alarm and anxiety as he glanced around.

A quiet corridor.

The lights were a stark white.

Whispers from the nurses' station in the distance.

Everything was normal; there were no unusual figures or sounds.

It's not a hallucination... Is the phone really typing by itself?

He forced himself to calm down, stared intently at the screen, and asked the air in a voice only he could hear:

"Xiao Mo?... Is it really you? What... what exactly happened?!"

The cursor on the screen moved again, and new text slowly appeared.

Just like in the video.

It is concise, yet it points to the most incredible possibility.

Lin Feng swayed and leaned against the cold chair back.

The last glimmer of hope was shattered.

Instead, there is a bewilderment that defies common sense.

It turned out that the son had not suffered a normal accident or been kidnapped.

Instead, they got caught up in this... this kind of supernatural event that can't be explained by common sense!

In an instant, countless questions surged and collided in his mind like boiling water.

How are you now?

Is it safe?

Are you injured?

Are you full?

……

But the words wouldn't come out.

He understood that asking these questions would be pointless.

Finally, he spoke up and asked, "How can I help you right now? What do you need me to do?"

After a few seconds of silence on the other end of the screen, new text appeared:

"No need, Dad, I'm fine."

Communication between father and son can be just that awkward.

One wants to do more for the other but can't bring themselves to say it.

One just wants the other person to not worry too much.

The conversation then seemed to pause briefly.

The silence in the corridor seemed to have gained weight, making it hard for Lin Feng to breathe.

In the end, it was Lin Mo who broke the silence first.

What's the current state of my mother's illness? What did the doctor say?

Upon seeing this line of text, Lin Feng's spirits lifted, and he quickly lowered his voice, speaking rapidly due to his eagerness.

"Xiao Mo, your mother's condition has stabilized for now, thanks to the money you left behind last time."

He paused, seemingly organizing his thoughts to make his description more accurate.

"But we'll need several targeted therapies afterwards, some of which are hard to find in China and very expensive. Our current funds might only be enough for the first phase. The subsequent..."

Before he could finish speaking, the cursor on the screen had already begun to move, the handwriting steady:

Money and medicine are not problems.

When Lin Feng saw these words, his nose suddenly stung with tears.

He certainly didn't say it so casually; his son must be having a very difficult time over there.

But all he can do now is put his son at ease.

"Okay, okay! Dad understands! Your mom and I are waiting for you to come back!"

Lin Mo smiled as he listened to his father's words.

When we get back, we need to get Master Liu to develop an even more effective medicine.

Although Qingyuan medicinal liquid is effective, it is mainly focused on restoring physical strength.

It's not enough to replace targeted drugs.

Moreover, delivering medicine like this won't work. We'll ask Yin Xue if there's a more stable way to deliver medicine.

Just as Lin Mo was thinking this...

Boom!

The sound didn't come from around the hospital, but from the Ash Fortress in another world!

Along with this came a tremor.

This caused his mental energy to tremble, and the pulling force between the two worlds suddenly increased.

I almost dragged him back.

Lin Mo immediately realized that something had happened to Yin Xue.

Looking at his father in front of the ward, Lin Mo used his last remaining time to quickly type a line of small text on his phone.

Dad, take care! I'm here for you!

Then everything went black before Lin Mo's eyes, and he was forcibly dragged away.

……

Ash Keep, top floor of the Western Cathedral.

Lin Mo's consciousness was violently pulled back into his body by an invisible force.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and a surge of nameless anger welled up inside him.

Who interrupted my teleportation?!

"What happened?"

Lin Mo's voice was somewhat hoarse when he spoke.

Yin Xue also noticed Lin Mo's anger and sighed.

The little finger pointed out the window.

"See for yourself."

Lin Mo strode to the window and looked outside.

Beyond the towering walls of Ash Fortress lay a once barren plain.

At this moment, it is covered by a black tide!

Those were thousands of burly, dark-skinned humanoid monsters!

They are generally over two meters tall.

Muscular and muscular, wielding a rough but heavy mace, battle axe, or bone blade.

His eyes gleamed with a savage and bloodthirsty red light.

Unlike ordinary monsters, these orcs were clearly organized.

They arranged themselves in a simple formation.

In the front row are burly individuals holding huge wooden shields.

Behind them followed soldiers wielding sharp weapons.

What's even more surprising is that a significant number of these orcs were wearing crude metal plate armor or leather protective gear!

Behind the orc horde, several elderly orcs dressed in animal skins and with skeletons on their heads were gathered in a circle, chanting incantations.

A green boulder rose up between them.

The boulder is twenty meters in diameter and is burning with green flames!

As they raised their hands and shouted, the boulder seemed to come alive and fly into the air.

It crashed straight towards the western wall of Ash Keep.

Boom!

A familiar loud noise rang out!

It was this very blow that produced the deafening roar, penetrating space and disrupting Lin Mo's interdimensional connection.

"These things are orcs, one of the Demon King's favorite cannon fodder."

Yin Xue curled his lip, his tone carrying disdain and a hint of doubt.

"But these idiots' intelligence is only slightly better than that of wild beasts. That fireball is the skill of a level 40 orc shaman, [Ancestral Stone Spirit]. The combined power of this skill is something even a level 50 expert wouldn't dare to withstand."

"It doesn't matter anymore."

Lin Mo spoke calmly, his voice devoid of any discernible emotion.

"They all have to die."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Mo's figure had already disappeared from the window.

There was no staircase, and no use of shadows.

He simply stepped out from the towering top floor of the church.

The figure left a blurry afterimage in the air, rushing straight towards the dense orc army outside the city at an astonishing speed!

Yin Xue sighed as he watched Lin Mo's angry back.

"Sigh...poor fools...of all times, they had to run into this. You can only blame your bad luck."