All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

"eat."

Ning Ye uttered a single word calmly.

Wei Yu still did not look up.

His empty gaze was fixed on the ground, his lips parted slightly, and he continued to repeat the same mechanical actions.

"Sentinel... Wei Yu... Homecoming... Earth..."

It was as if they couldn't see the food and water beside them.

He had no desire for survival, for food, or for anything external.

He lived as if only to repeat those four obsessive lines.

Ning Ye did not urge him.

He straightened up and stood quietly to the side.

My mind is filled with countless thoughts.

He can disregard the rules of an S-level ghost realm and is fearless of all bizarre and deadly threats.

In other words, he is absolutely safe within this instance.

And I need to clear this eerie realm and eradicate the hidden dangers of the present world.

Instead of venturing out to explore unknown dangers, it's better to stay here and observe.

Perhaps, the true secret of this unsolvable mystery can be found within him.

With this in mind.

Ning Ye chose to stay.

One person, one silent shadow.

Quietly keeping each other company amidst the desolate ruins of a lonely city.

This wait.

It's just three days.

For three whole days and three nights.

Within the realm of the ghosts, there is no alternation of day and night; the sky is forever a hazy, dark gray, and the land is forever a desolate, cold, and lifeless wasteland.

Three days is enough time for an ordinary awakened being to completely collapse, go mad, and perish in the high-pressure, eerie realm.

But these three days.

The entire desolate, ownerless city fell into absolute silence.

There was no strange approach.

No rule was triggered.

No murderous intent was brought about.

All the high-level, eerie, and rule-bound creatures roaming the entire city.

They all spontaneously moved away from this neighborhood.

Centered on Wei Yu, the area within a hundred meters became the only absolutely safe zone in the entire deadly and mysterious domain.

Ning Ye stood quietly under the broken wall not far away, leaning against the wall, closing his eyes and concentrating.

Sometimes he would adjust his breathing to recover his strength, sometimes he would sense the strange fluctuations of energy around him, and sometimes he would silently observe Wei Yu's condition.

He stopped initiating conversations.

Because he knew that striking up a conversation would be pointless.

Wei Yu's consciousness was reduced to fragmented obsessions, rendering him unable to communicate or engage in dialogue.

Over three days.

Wei Yu remained in the same position, huddled in the corner of the bench.

Not moving at all.

It doesn't drink water, doesn't eat, doesn't blink, and doesn't move.

Only his lips mechanically opened and closed, repeating those four phrases over and over again.

"sentinel."

"Wei Yu".

"Returning home."

"Earth."

The cycle repeats itself endlessly, day and night.

It has never changed, it has never stopped.

first day.

The food and water that Ning Ye had placed were left untouched, quietly to the side.

the next day.

The compressed dry food was slightly damp and softened, but the bottle of purified water was still full.

It remained completely unmoved.

On the evening of the third day.

Ning Ye opened his eyes again, looked at Wei Yu who was still numbly repeating his studies, and finally spoke again.

"If you don't eat, you'll starve to death."

His voice was cold and indifferent, offering no words of comfort or pity.

It's simply stating the most straightforward and objective fact.

Wei Yu's eyelids twitched very slightly.

This was the first subtle movement he made in three days, aside from reciting the words aloud.

He still didn't look up, still didn't look at anyone.

His empty, lifeless eyes remained dull and lifeless.

The mechanical repetition paused for a mere second.

Then, it continued to play.

"Sentinel... Wei Yu... Homecoming... Earth..."

Ning Ye looked at him quietly, her mind churning with thoughts.

He was fearless in the face of treacherous killings, and fearless of the rules.

Yet they cannot fear birth, aging, sickness, death, hunger, or depletion.

He transcended the realm of the supernatural, yet he could not escape the shackles of his physical body.

What exactly is this person's identity that has led to such a contradictory situation?

"What's a sentry?"

Ning Ye tried to press further, her voice steady and gentle, without any hint of aggression.

"Is it your job title? Your code name? Or your identity?"

Wei Yu did not respond.

Those four fragmented, persistent lines still echoed in a loop.

"Are you going back to your hometown?"

Ning Ye changed his questioning style and slowly opened his mouth.

Is your home Earth?

The moment those words were spoken.

Wei Yu's lifeless, empty eyes finally showed a very faint ripple.

Like a still, lifeless lake, a barely perceptible ripple passes by.

He repeated himself, speaking at a slightly slower pace.

His hoarse, dry voice carried a faint, almost imperceptible stubbornness.

"Returning home...to Earth..."

He repeated those two words over and over again.

More effort and more persistence than before.

Even if consciousness is incomplete, memories are lost, and mind is desolate.

Returning home.

Back to Earth.

This is the only obsession he has etched into the very essence of his soul, one that will never fade away.

Ning Ye noticed the subtle changes in him and understood.

He remembers Earth.

He was determined to return to his hometown.

He is most likely a native of Earth.

[But due to some ancient upheaval or interdimensional catastrophe, they were stranded in this strange realm, trapped for endless ages.]

"Earth has been ravaged by catastrophe for ten years."

Ning Ye spoke calmly, truthfully recounting the current state of affairs.

"The invasion of the mysterious realm has caused the earth to fall and humanity to suffer a catastrophe."

"You want to go home, but the Earth is no longer a peaceful place."

He didn't need Wei Yu's response.

Simply state the facts calmly.

After ten years of living alone, he had long been accustomed to talking to himself.

I am used to calmly speaking my innermost thoughts to the deathly darkness, the desolate wilderness, and the unknown.

Wei Yu still did not look up.

Her lips trembled slightly as she murmured repeatedly.

"Returning home...to Earth..."

Regardless of what the Earth is like.

Regardless of the world's calamities.

Regardless of the desolation of time.

He just wanted to go back.

That's it.

After spending three days together, Ning Ye had a complete understanding of Wei Yu's state of mind.

harmless.

Without desire.

No conflict.

Unafraid of the mysterious realm.

He was consumed by obsession.

At the same time, he also thoroughly figured out the true secrets of this S-class mysterious domain.

It's not that the dungeon is unsolvable.

It's not that the rules are unsolvable.

It was Wei Yu's presence that suppressed all the killing intent in the entire instance.

He is the forbidden zone of this eerie realm.

Where he is.

Deception is ineffective.

The law is invalid.

Killing is ineffective.

All the strangeness, all the rules, all the killing intent—all are rendered ineffective.

"This is why the entire team from previous years was wiped out."

Ning Ye muttered to himself, trying to make sense of everything.

The doubts in my heart have been completely cleared up.

"Your entry will result in a random landing point outside this safe zone."

"Without his rule protection, we face the ultimate killing mechanism of the entire isolated city."

"Under an inescapable deadly threat, everyone was wiped out."

"I landed here, just in time to be within his protection zone."

"Therefore, for the past three days, there has been no disaster, no killing, no wind, and no strange occurrences."

All coincidences are destiny.

Wei Yu couldn't understand what he was saying, nor would he listen to any explanation.

Still huddled in the corner, day after day, stubbornly insisting on repeating the year.

"Sentinel... Wei Yu... Homecoming... Earth..."

Ning Ye's gaze fell on his tattered and frail figure, and a faint, complex emotion swept through her heart.

It's been ten years.

A whole decade.

His heart had long been frozen solid.

Strip away all tenderness, sever all personal feelings, leaving only cold rationality and the great cause of protecting the world.

He has long since lost the capacity for sympathy, for compassion, and for sentimentality.

But looking at the numb, lifeless, and stubbornly clinging to life body before him...

A faint, almost imperceptible sigh still welled up in his heart.

[Stranded here for endless years.]

[Mental decline, memories fade, humanity is extinguished.]

Only the single-minded desire to return home sustains his frail body, barely clinging to life.

[Clearly possessing supreme immunity to the realm of the uncanny.]

[Yet they are trapped in a lonely city, never to return.]

How tragic.

How lonely.

He was comparable to himself, walking alone for ten years, misunderstood by thousands, guarding the world by himself.

One man guards peace and stability in the world, bearing the infamy of eternity alone.

Trapped in a desolate city and a strange realm, his unwavering desire to return home remains.

Inexplicable.

At this moment, their figures faintly overlapped.

They are all lonely people.

They are all people for whom there is no solution.

They are all burdened by obsessions, destined to walk alone for eternity.

"If you don't eat, you'll starve to death."

Ning Ye repeated the sentence again, his tone still cold and calm.

"You are fearless of the bizarre, but you cannot survive the depletion of your physical body."

Your obsession is returning home.

"Once you die, you can never return home."

These words were spoken without any unnecessary embellishment.

Every sentence is straightforward and hits the nail on the head.

at last.

After a few seconds of silence.

Wei Yu's head was raised slightly, extremely slowly and stiffly.

This was the first time he had looked up in three days.

Her messy hair slipped down, revealing her pale, lifeless face.

His empty, lifeless eyes stared straight at Ning Ye.

It lacks focus, emotion, and spirit.

But for the first time, I truly looked at a living person.

His hoarse throat moved slightly.

After a long pause.

Under Ning Ye's calm gaze.

He uttered two words with difficulty and slowness.

"……help?"

The words don't form sentences, and the sounds don't create a melody.

Broken, dry, and extremely weak.

But this was the first time in three days that he had uttered a word other than obsession.

Ning Ye's eyes narrowed slightly.

He retained some conscious awareness.

It's not completely silent.

[It's just that consciousness is imprisoned, sealed, and eroded.]

[With only a sliver of instinct remaining, they can distinguish between good and evil, and know how to help others.]

"I'll give you food."

Ning Ye nodded, his voice clear and steady.

"Only by surviving can one have the possibility of returning home."

Wei Yu's empty eyes trembled slightly.

His gaze slowly shifted, landing on the bag of dry food and water beside him.

He still didn't show much emotion.

There was no gratitude, no emotion, no joy.

He simply stretched out his withered, calloused hand stiffly.

My fingertips are dry, pale, and weak.

He slowly picked up the bottle of purified water.

Unscrew the bottle cap.

I took a very slow, tiny sip.

A drop of water moistened the parched, bleeding throat.

He didn't drink much.

One sip is enough.

He then put down the water bottle, picked up the compressed dry food, and gently broke off a small piece.

Chew slowly and swallow slowly.

The movements are mechanical, stiff, and unfamiliar.

It's as if they haven't eaten any food for many, many years.

After eating a small piece, it stopped moving.

The excess food remained quietly placed aside.

After doing all this.

He lowered his head again and shrank back into the corner.

His head drooped slightly, returning to a state of numbness and lifelessness.

Lips open and close, continuing to repeat that eternal obsession.

"Sentinel... Wei Yu... Homecoming... Earth..."

Ning Ye looked at him quietly, her heart completely at peace.

Three days of observation is enough.

"I must conquer this eerie realm."

Ning Ye spoke softly, addressing Wei Yu, and also to himself.

"I will eradicate the killing intent here and prevent future catastrophes."

"If you stay here, no one can harm you."

"This lonely city is your prison, and also your sanctuary."

"After I broke the deadlock, the Ghost Realm collapsed."

Whether you can return home depends on your own destiny.

He won't make promises.

There will be no false comfort.

I won't casually promise to help someone return to their hometown.

Ten years of rational thinking have taught him to speak only the facts and not make empty promises.

If I can help, I will.

If I cannot help, I will not vainly offer my assistance.

Wei Yu listened, unmoved.

They still repeat those four obsessions.

But Ning Ye knew.

That sip of water and that bite of food.

It is the only warmth in these endless, desolate years.

It is the only intersection in this desolate city with no solution.

He and him.

Two people who are extremely lonely.

In an S-class mysterious domain where certain death is inevitable and there is no way out.

We spent a brief three days together.

No words, no interactions, no ties, no entanglements.

Yet, in each other's desolate worlds, they left behind a faint trace.

Ning Ye slowly turned around.

His dark, indifferent eyes gazed once more into the desolate depths of the lonely city.

His aura suddenly intensified, and his fighting spirit rose slightly.

Three days of rest and three days of observation.

He has thoroughly figured out all the rules, all the dangers, and all the schemes of this strange realm.

The entire area is now a desolate, ownerless city.

Apart from the safe zone where Wei Yu was located.

All other areas are death traps.

The true core of the mysterious realm lies hidden beneath the collapsed main city at the deepest part of the isolated city.

"I need to break this deadlock."

Ning Ye murmured softly.

The thought in my heart was absolutely firm.

For peace and stability in the world, for the survival of all living beings.

Even in this unsolvable, mysterious realm, he will break through with a single sword strike.

Behind.

The wind blows through the ruins, raising a light dust.

The man named Wei Yu was still huddled in the corner of the bench.

Day after day, year after year.

It eternally murmurs that unwavering belief that transcends endless years.

"sentinel."

"Wei Yu".

"Returning home."

"Earth."