A Colossus rushes in at the start

Chapter 334 A Corner of the Unknown Curtain is Lifted

Beyond the psionic network universe, the swarm has just received some good news.

"They fully understood the information input by the swarm and took proactive action. Their alliance of civilizations is already crumbling, and the entire psionic network universe will face a major reshuffle."

"After the reshuffling is over, even more different civilizations will emerge," a planetary being predicted.

The swarm transmitted information to that universe, but the expected resistance did not occur. The original civilizations in the psionic network universe obediently disrupted the structure, dissolved their alliances, and made way for the newer civilizations.

To be honest, this is the first time the bee colony has ever seen anything like this.

Like the psionic civilizations in those civilized breeding farms before, every single one of them was extremely unreasonable. They didn't know how high the sky was or how thick the earth was until the bees beat them up. They always thought that they could fight the bees that imprisoned them by relying on their efforts and indomitable will.

Little did they know that long before these imprisoned civilizations were even born, the swarm had already laid out layers of measures to prevent any accidents from happening. Even if life can always find a way out, it is not something that can be found easily.

"This is the first time I've seen so many sensible civilizations. I thought they would first choose to resist, and then choose to submit after realizing that resistance was pointless," the rabbi said.

Kasha replied optimistically, "It's good that they're so sensible. It reduces our workload a lot. With these sensible civilizations, the new civilizations that will emerge in the psionic network universe later will also know what they can and cannot do."

Kasha said, "Overall, this is a good thing."

"I'll organize this good news and report it to Lu Shang's main brain right away."

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Have you ever thought that the world has always been chaotic, disorderly, absurd, and unrestrained?

Have you ever considered that life, as it exists in this world, is inherently meant to be painful and tormented, without anyone intentionally inflicting harm upon it?

Hell doesn't need to be created; the very existence of others is hell...

Sheriff Steele closed the notebook, which contained only a few lines of writing and was otherwise filled with frantic doodles, and turned his gaze to his subordinates.

"Is that all?"

The subordinate replied, "Yes, that's all. We searched the deceased's room and found nothing else suspicious."

Sheriff Steele paced around the victim's room for a while, looking at the crime scene illuminated by the bright sunlight streaming through the window. He said to his subordinate, "The notes look like something written by someone with severe social anxiety, but if I remember correctly, Mr. Ryder frequently attends various banquets, doesn't he?"

"Have you compared the handwriting? Are you sure this was written by the deceased?"

Someone who frequently attends various social gatherings has no reason to be a person with severe social anxiety disorder. This change was too sudden, making Steele somewhat suspicious that the contents of the notes were forged by the murderer.

Upon hearing the superior's question, the subordinate replied, "The handwriting has been checked and confirmed to be written by the person in question."

Hmm, in that case, we can only rule out the fact that the notes were written by the murderer. But why would Ryder write these things... Sheriff Stiyl fell into thought.

At this moment, another subordinate hurried over to report to him: "Judging from the banquet invitations in the mailbox, it can be roughly deduced that the deceased stopped attending banquets twelve days ago."

"Something must have happened that day."

Having found a clue, the police immediately summoned the servants who worked at Mr. Ryder's house.

"Twelve days ago?"

The servant recalled as he spoke, "Mr. Ryder didn't go out that day. He had originally planned to attend the banquet as invited, but after receiving something from a friend, he decided not to go."

Having grasped the clue, Stiyl quickly pressed, "What is that thing?"

"It's that church amulet, the one hanging on that window over there." Following the servant's finger, everyone saw a cross-shaped amulet hanging on the window of the deceased's room.

The police saw the amulet when they entered the deceased's room, but none of them thought there was anything wrong with it, and they all regarded it as a window decoration or something similar.

Stiyl took the amulet off to examine it. The amulet was surrounded by a circle with a cross star in the center. However, upon closer inspection, one would find that the cross star was engraved with many tiny and twisted lines. Because these lines were so small, one would subconsciously think they were cracks in the amulet without looking closely.

Based on his years of experience as a police officer, Steele instinctively felt that this was something very ominous when he saw the twisted patterns on the amulet.

"Could this be a clue?" Stiyl held the amulet up to his eyes to examine it.

"what?"

Through the gaps between the cross and the ring on the amulet, Stiyl seemed to see a different world.

Everything in that world was 'restless,' as if these inanimate objects were alive.

How could that be?

Am I seeing things?

Stiyl rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things, and prepared to take another look, when he vaguely heard someone whispering to him.

Stop, please stop...

Ignorance and blindness are the best medicine for the soul, preventing fools from glimpsing the nameless things in the deep abyss. The world is covered by a veil of the unknown, beneath which lies a vast expanse, containing endless secrets, but this does not mean that the veil should be lifted to explore within...

Stiyl looked up abruptly in astonishment, instinctively trying to see who was speaking to him. The world around him was strangely distorted, and all the inanimate objects—tables, walls, windows, sunlight, spacetime—all began to 'come alive'.

All these bizarre and grotesque sights shocked Stiyl's understanding. What terrified him even more was that the amulet in his hand was not a skin protector at all, but a wriggling, foul-smelling tumor. Stiyl panicked and threw the amulet away, stumbling and falling to the ground.

"What's wrong, Chief? Are you alright?" his subordinates asked hurriedly.

Recovering from his initial shock, Steele saw an officer trying to pick up the Star of Cross amulet and quickly shouted, "Don't touch that thing!"

"What's wrong with the sheriff?" The other officers were even more confused.

The officer ignored the sheriff's instructions and picked up the amulet directly.

At first, nothing seemed amiss, but after a short while, the officer holding the cross-shaped amulet became as terrified as Chief Steward, no, even more terrified than Steward.

The officer stared intently at the ceiling of the room, as if something terrifying existed there, but when the other officers followed his gaze, they found nothing there.

Unlike Chief Steward Stiyl, the officers did not discard the Star of Cross amulet. As a result, Stiyl and the other officers witnessed a scene they would never forget.

Click!

The police officer, terrified by something, suddenly lost half his body, leaving only his half-body standing on the ground. Blood gushed out instantly, splattering the entire room.

Everyone was so frightened that they couldn't speak; their minds went blank.

With another snap, the remaining part of the police officer's body was completely gone.

This scene startled the servant who had been called over by the police, causing him to scream and run out of the room in a panic.

"Damn it! What happened?!"

"Get out of here! Quickly!"

The other officers only then came to their senses, grabbing their weapons and remaining on guard against the unseen, unknown creature as they hurriedly retreated from the room.

(End of this chapter)