Build an ancient-level power in the nightmare world

In the dimly lit room.

Only a few candles flickered.

The shadows of the two people inside the room were stretched and magnified, projected onto the wall, looking like two ferocious monsters.

Thin wisps of black smoke slowly seeped out from the corners of the walls and the cracks in the floor, drifting into the air and then disappearing.

The furniture throughout the room has a subtle matte finish.

The more you open your eyes to examine the details of these pieces of furniture, the less clearly you can see them, and they may even appear blurry or double-image.

Standing by the door, a mature-looking woman with long hair, wearing burgundy high heels and a dark red dress, was scrutinizing a transparent bubble about thirty centimeters in diameter beside her.

This transparent bubble is not made of any substance.

Instead, it was a spiritual barrier created from the silver bracelet in her hand, which was inlaid with a dozen or so gemstones of various colors the size of mung beans, specifically designed to trap spirits.

This bracelet is a sealed artifact from the Sacred Path of the Misty Crossroads. Its main purpose is to create various psychedelic barriers that cause people's perception abilities to become abnormal within the barriers.

This safe house was able to exist in this bustling city only because it was under the influence of the even more powerful Sacred Path of the Misty Fog.

Now, according to Jack's description, she must have trapped some kind of spirit-like being.

However, neither the Bracelet of Lost Paths in her hand nor her own spiritual intuition could detect any extraordinary creatures or powers within the barrier in front of her.

A hint of doubt flashed in her eyes as she turned to look at Jack, who was sitting to the side, leisurely reloading his revolver.

"Jack, I feel like you're getting worse and worse."

As she spoke, the long-haired woman walked directly to Jack's side, placed one hand on his shoulder, and leaned slightly against him.

The ends of the other person's long golden hair gently brushed past Jack's ear.

Jack noticed the other person's movement, turned his head away, and ignored it.

"There is definitely something there."

"Okay, okay, if you say so, then so be it."

Seeing that the other party did not believe his judgment, Jack shifted his gaze from the revolver and looked at the bubble-shaped barrier with a serious expression.

Neither normal vision nor supernatural vision could detect anything unusual.

But his intuition told him that something was there.

He could even sense the constant feeling of being watched emanating from that bubble-like barrier.

His holy path was not adept at dealing with such intangible things.

So, after experiencing that feeling of being watched, he thought of this place.

As for the two gunmen he dealt with along the way and Theodore he encountered in the alley, they were just two insignificant incidents to him.

"I can't stay in Nirn City anymore. I'm going to move to another place and change my identity," Jack suddenly said.

"Not again." The blonde woman frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes.

"How many places have you changed to?"

"This is my job," Jack said calmly.

"For this decaying empire?" the blonde woman said with a hint of sarcasm.

Upon hearing this, Jack looked straight ahead and did not give a direct answer.

Seeing this, the blonde woman slowly stood up, her high heels making a soft tapping sound on the floor. She walked past Jack, her gaze casually sweeping over his jawline and Adam's apple.

She then walked to a table and picked up a decanter containing red wine that had already been decanted.

The blonde woman placed the two wine glasses gently on the brown round table in front of Jack, poured a third of each glass with red wine, then placed the decanter in the back and sat down opposite Jack.

She held the stem of the wine glass between two fingers and gently swirled the red wine inside. In the dim candlelight, the wine revealed different layers of flowing sand texture.

"Have a drink, it'll do you good for your current state," the blonde woman said softly, looking at Jack with dreamy eyes.

Jack glanced at the wine glass on the table, which contained a little less than half a glass of red wine, but remained unmoved.

Just as the blonde woman's lips curled slightly upward, preparing to provoke him again...

Jack suddenly turned around, put down his revolver, picked up his glass, and drank the red wine in one gulp.

He then casually placed the wine glass back on the table. The base of the glass was not stable, and it wobbled slightly, almost tipping over.

At the critical moment, a faint blue energy flashed across the cup, and the cup immediately stabilized and remained fixed on the table.

The blonde woman turned her gaze away from the swaying wine glass and looked at Jack.

"So, where are you going this time?"

"Rome City, right? The Machine Heart has a base there," Jack said directly.

"Rome City...that's fine too." Upon hearing this, a hint of reminiscence flashed in the blonde woman's eyes.

"Are you going too?" Jack asked, looking at the blonde woman for the first time.

"Otherwise what?" the blonde woman asked with a smile.

"Why do you keep following me?" Jack frowned and started fiddling with the revolver in his hand again. Only by listening to the soft sound of the cylinder turning could he regain himself from that feeling of being out of control.

"Of course it's because you saved my life," the blonde woman said with a smile, but her tone wasn't sincere. She didn't try to hide it and stared straight at Jack.

Jack had asked the same question the other person had asked him the first two times he changed cities, and the other person had given him the same answer each time.

When he denied the other person's answer and pressed for more details, the other person fell silent.

"Phew~"

Jack let out a heavy sigh.

There was no sound coming from inside the room.

Chris, who was standing quietly inside the barrier, listened to the conversation between the two.

He discovered from the beginning that the barrier could not completely control his activities.

However, he discovered that Jack seemed to be able to sense his presence, so he did not make any rash moves. Instead, he stayed quietly inside, listening to the conversation between the two to gain more information.

The woman seemed to have no belief in her own existence.

Until Jack let out a heavy sigh, and then all sound disappeared.

Chris realized that the countdown might be over.

He quickly came out of the barrier, and once he was out, his blurred vision and hearing immediately returned to normal.

His gaze swept quickly between Jack and the blonde woman.

Chris's gaze lingered for a few seconds as it swept across the blonde woman's face.

He noticed a dark red beauty mark near the right corner of the blonde woman's eye, whose name he did not know.

In his current state of mind, he saw that the surface of the dark red beauty mark faintly emitted a mixture of gold, red, and white starlight.

More and more black smoke began to pour into the surrounding walls, floor gaps, and ceiling.

Chris's eyes flickered slightly upon seeing this.

He sensed the enormous yellow mark within his body, controlled it, and peeled off three more wisps of yellow mist from it.

The mark itself was exceptionally stable, and Chris seemed unable to remove it at this moment, turning it all into yellow mist.

So much so that the idea that suddenly flashed through his mind could only be tested using the few wisps of yellow mist in front of him.

He manipulated the yellow mist, wrapping it around the silver bracelet on the blonde woman's right hand and Jack's revolver.

With the last strand, Chris formed a tiny yellow mark and attached it around the blonde woman's beauty mark.

The yellow mark on Jack's trench coat was also turned into mist by Chris, and a new hexagonal mark was etched on the left side of Jack's neck.

After doing all this, Chris felt as if darkness had almost completely descended upon him.

He did not wait for the darkness to completely envelop him.

This time, Chris directly sketched the image of the Star Key in his mind.

The Star Key appeared in the center of the giant yellow seal, emitting a silver-white light curtain that could just cover the yellow seal.

In Chris's perception, his body suddenly began to rise upwards.

In the dark room below him, the furniture, the blonde woman, and Jack are all rapidly shrinking.

After a few breaths, in his eyes, the small room had completely blended into the surrounding darkness.

A rainbow of light shone down from above, and Chris realized something; he suddenly opened his eyes.

Looking at the familiar surroundings, he knew he had returned to the top of the tower.