All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

The desolate ruins of a dark and lifeless city.

The leaden-gray sky hung low, and the entire world was shrouded in a thick, inky ghostly aura.

This is the S-level isolated eerie zone, the "Lonely City Without an Owner".

For the past three years, this has been an unsolvable dead end scenario for the human war zone.

All seventeen high-level awakened squads were involved.

None survived.

Even Ning Ye, upon stepping into this strange realm, instinctively felt a sense of vigilance.

His perception of the bizarre, the rules, and the deadly dangers of the eerie realm had long been honed to perfection.

No sinister fluctuation, no rule trap, no deadly threat can escape his perception.

Available today.

Not right.

Something is extremely wrong.

Dilapidated high-rise buildings collapsed everywhere, broken steel bars pierced the gray sky, and the ground was covered with broken bricks and decaying soil, desolate and lifeless.

In ordinary ghostly realms, the moment you step in, ghostly energy will erode your soul, and rules will lock down your living beings.

But at this moment.

There was no wind, no howling, no eerie cries, and no erosion.

The entire desolate city was eerily quiet.

Ning Ye paused slightly, his dark, indifferent eyes slowly sweeping over the surrounding ruins.

An invisible perceptive power spread out completely, covering an area of ​​100 meters in radius.

Empty and desolate.

There was no sinister lurking.

No rules are locked.

There was no murderous intent lurking.

【strangeness.】

Ning Ye pondered silently, his thoughts churning.

[An S-level mysterious domain cannot be this peaceful.]

[The complete annihilation of previous teams is not false information.]

[Either it's a top-tier monster lurking deep within, gathering its power for a fatal strike.]

Either... there's some unknown variable in this instance.

In ten years of fighting, he has witnessed countless strange phenomena and encountered countless heaven-defying monsters and forbidden rules.

But this was the first time he had ever encountered an S-rank dungeon so completely silent and devoid of any danger.

Ning Ye withdrew his gaze, his back still straight as a pine tree, his muscles taut and ready for battle at any moment.

He did not let his guard down.

The calmer the realm, the more terrifying the hidden dangers.

A silent, deadly kill is far more lethal than an open and blatant massacre.

He walked slowly forward, stepping over the shards of broken glass scattered on the ground.

The soles of the shoes crunched over the debris, making a soft crackling sound.

In the deathly silent, desolate city, it was exceptionally clear and jarring.

We walked forward for about a hundred meters.

Beside a roadside bench that had mostly collapsed.

A figure was quietly curled up there.

Ning Ye's steps suddenly came to a complete stop.

This was the first living thing he saw ten minutes after entering the instance.

It's not weird.

is a person.

A living, breathing human being.

The man looked to be in his early thirties.

He was wearing a faded, dusty, and stained old work uniform.

Their clothes were tattered, thin, and even torn in many places, letting in drafts.

He casually curled up in the corner of the bench, his back slightly hunched, his whole body slumped against the broken chair.

Her hair was dirty, greasy, and messy, sticking to her forehead and covering most of her eyebrows and eyes.

The skin was a deathly pale white, devoid of color, and exuded a lifeless, ashen quality, as if it had never seen sunlight for years.

What's most chilling is his eyes.

Hollow.

Atheism.

barren.

There was no light, no emotion, no life.

Like two completely dried-up, dead lakes.

There was no joy, no fear, no doubt, and no will to live.

It was completely a living dead body that was still breathing.

He sat there quietly, motionless, without looking up, blinking, or breathing.

It seemed as if it had completely merged into this desolate, lonely city.

[A living person?]

Ning Ye's heart skipped a beat, and a rare look of surprise flashed across his eyes.

How could a living person possibly be alone in an S-level haunted area?

[Seventeen high-level squads were wiped out. How did he, an ordinary person, survive?]

He fought for ten years and cleared more than ten top-level dungeons.

I have seen awakened beings with extraordinary talent, lucky ones who barely survived, and half-human beings parasitized by strange energy.

But he had never seen anyone like that before.

There was no awakening fluctuation.

There was no eerie aura protecting him.

There were no props or enhancements.

An ordinary, unremarkable body, with the aura of a commoner who has no fighting ability.

Yet they remained unharmed in the unsolvable deadly predicament of the bizarre realm.

This in itself is the greatest mystery.

Just as Ning Ye was staring at the man.

Boom—

A low, ghostly wail suddenly echoed from the depths of an abandoned office building not far to the side!

Black mist surged, and a murderous aura filled the sky!

Several high-level Shadow Devils with twisted bodies and chilling claws burst forth from the dark ruins!

Ghostly figures loomed, a chilling wind blew, and a foul, eerie stench instantly swept across the entire block!

Each shadow demon carries a bloodthirsty killing intent that tears living beings apart, locking onto the only chance of survival.

According to the rules of the Ghost Domain.

Anyone who enters the territory alive will surely die.

Available in the next second.

All the high-level shadow demons that rushed over were about ten meters away from the man.

They all froze on the spot!

It was like hitting an invisible, absolute barrier!

The wildly trembling body came to a complete stop, and the bloodthirsty and ferocious movements froze instantly!

The overwhelming malevolent aura and dense ghostly energy were completely dissipated and annihilated!

They dared not approach.

Not even an inch.

The extremely ferocious, bloodthirsty, and insane high-level monster was now frozen in place like a trembling ant, shivering slightly.

fear.

Extreme fear!

Ning Ye's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly for a moment.

There was definitely a problem!

[All strange occurrences spontaneously retreat!]

[A high-level Shadow Demon, born with a thirst for blood and a penchant for killing, fearless of yang energy and combat prowess, only willing to kill the living!]

But now, they're afraid of him!

This scene overturned Ning Ye's understanding of all the strange realms and all the bizarre things over the past ten years.

Overwhelming combat power can deter the supernatural.

Rules of restraint can seal away the bizarre.

The props provide protection and can ward off evil spirits.

But the man in front of me.

No combat power, no rules, no items.

Its mere existence was enough to keep all the eerie creatures of the entire strange realm from getting even a fraction closer.

Even the hunting rules inherent in the instance were completely ineffective against him.

Those hunting rules and bizarre killing intents that were originally targeting Ning Ye.

In the area where the man appears, everything is reduced to zero.

The deadly rules of the entire isolated city seemed to have directly excluded him from the kill list.

He does not belong to the instance.

The dungeon can't hurt him.

"sentinel……"

Just as Ning Ye was shaken and secretly making calculations.

The man, who had been curled up on the bench, finally moved slowly.

His throat was dry and hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for many years and his vocal cords were rusty.

He uttered two broken, monotonous, and emotionless words.

The voice was very low and soft, without any inflection or ripples.

Like mechanical repetition, it's empty and numb.

Ning Ye focused his mind and slowly stepped forward.

After ten years of living alone, he had become cold and taciturn, rarely taking the initiative to interact with others.

But the strange state of the person in front of me is too unusual.

It was an unknown entity that he had never encountered before.

"Who are you?"

Ning Ye spoke, his voice clear and calm, without any sense of pressure or warmth.

The man did not look up.

His empty eyes remained fixed on the wasteland beneath his feet, his gaze lifeless and desolate.

He seemed not to hear Ning Ye's question, repeating broken words to himself.

"Wei Yu..."

"Returning home..."

"Earth……"

Just four words, repeated endlessly and mechanically.

Once, twice, three times.

There were no pauses, no changes, and no superfluous words.

Like an obsession etched deep in the soul, it transcends endless years, leaving only these few lingering echoes.

Wei Yu.

That's his name.

Home, Earth.

This was his only obsession.

There was nothing else besides that.

[Sentinel? Wei Yu?]

Homecoming? Earth?

Ning Ye silently memorized these keywords, his thoughts racing.

This name has never been seen in human databases, the archives of the supernatural realms, or ancient records.

What is a sentry?

He belongs neither to the realm of the supernatural nor to the mortal world; where does he come from?

Countless questions swirled in my mind.

But Ning Ye did not ask any further questions.

He could tell.

This man named Wei Yu was mentally disabled.

It's not that he didn't want to answer.

His consciousness was reduced to fragments of obsession.

All that's left is the instinct to repeat words and phrases.

Excessive emotions, memories, thoughts, and cognitions all dissipate.

All that remains is a numb, lifeless shell, and an unyielding obsession with returning home.

Ning Ye looked down at his thin, tattered clothes, pale, chapped lips, and bloodless face.

Hunger, thirst, exhaustion, desolation.

He was clearly unafraid of the bizarre and the rules.

But they couldn't withstand the hunger and exhaustion of their bodies.

He will not be killed by the devil.

But they would starve or die of thirst in this deserted, desolate city.

He is special.

[It is an unknown existence that transcends the rules of the strange realm.]

Harmless, without malice, and without intent to kill.

Even if his origins are unknown, at least for now, he won't hurt anyone.

Ning Ye made an accurate judgment in his heart.

Ten years of rationality have ingrained him in his bones. He will not make malicious speculations because of the unknown, nor will he take action to eliminate someone just because they are special.

He raised his hand and took out a package of compressed dry rations and a bottle of purified water from his personal storage space.

This is the highest-grade survival resource in the safe zone; it's filling, long-lasting, and completely harmless.

He bent down and gently placed the food and water on the bench next to Wei Yu.

The movements were very light and steady, without touching the other person at all.

Having lived alone for ten years, he had long since become accustomed to keeping his distance from others.

Stay away, don't get involved, don't entangle.