Gacha games can't save this bizarre world.

Some people observe the spirit world, some communicate with the dead, some are spirits descending to the underworld, and some take a day trip to the underworld... The underworld they see/know is different for each of them.

It is different even among many people, in many regions, and in many civilizations.

The reality is indeed different; the gap can be described as enormous.

The place where Zhao Hao and his group were standing was a dry, cracked, dark gray earth, giving it the feel of a gray Gobi Desert.

It also seems to resemble a Yardang landform, with many strangely shaped, towering rock pillars.

Walking here, all around was silent, except for the sound of four people's footsteps. Moreover, the field of vision was only a dozen meters or so, and anything beyond that was unclear, as if veiled by a thin gauze. It wasn't that they couldn't see anything, but rather that they couldn't see it clearly.

As the five of them walked on the land of the underworld, a strange sense of sorrow gradually welled up in their hearts.

Xiluo couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Guys, are you guys feeling a bit depressed? You mean, you feel a bit unmotivated?"

Sam nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes. I can't help but think of a lot of unhappy things, I can't control it."

Prada said softly, “Activate your psychic powers, don’t be idle. This world will affect our minds.”

"Wouldn't that just be a waste of time?" Xiluo suggested. "How about I sing you a poem to give you some courage?"

Lincoln said in a low voice, "Aren't you worried about attracting attention?"

"What else could it attract? It'll definitely attract the spirits of the dead! Then we'll have someone to ask for directions!"

You know, Xiluo's suggestion isn't entirely unacceptable... After a few words of discussion, everyone decided to let Xiluo sing.

"Come on, sing something good, give us some comfort."

"Alright! I'll sing something appropriate for the occasion! Hmm, how about 'Cerberus the Gatekeeper of the Underworld'?" Just hearing the name, you know this guy is about to start making things up again.

Lincoln, being rather superstitious, waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "No, no, no, hellhounds guard the gates of the underworld and specifically catch stowaways like us. It's too unlucky. You should choose something else."

"Oh, I see!" Ciro scratched his head. "Then I'll sing an old song for everyone, Dante's Divine Comedy!"

"When I've walked through half of my life~"

One day, I got lost and wandered in a dark, dense forest.

Being in that situation was excruciating and terrifying.

Oh, I want to tell you all the absurdities I've experienced~

Although I still don't know which shore I'm on...

Xiluo's singing voice is still quite beautiful; after all, she is somewhat of a professional singer.

He sang Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy, a long poem by the great 14th-century Italian poet.

This long poem, consisting of one hundred poems, describes his dreamlike journeys through hell, purgatory, and heaven. It's not actually the underworld, but nobody really cares.

As soon as Xiluo's song began, a faint psychic glow appeared on the five of them.

That kind of mental erosion and influence was blocked, and what's even better is that Xiro didn't consume much spiritual energy.

Just as Lincoln said, it's a bit conspicuous.

Five faint light bulbs in this dim world are quite eye-catching.

As they continued walking, Zhao Hao's subconscious kept counting. After about half an hour, the mountain peak that had previously been just a shadow appeared not far in front of them. At the same time, something else was successfully attracted to the five of them.

Because Zhao Hao possessed the Eye of Fate, he could see farther and more clearly than others, even in the Underworld.

It was a small, somewhat emaciated monster crawling on all fours, not much bigger than a chimpanzee, hairless, its body seemingly wrapped in black rubber.

Its limbs were withered and thin, and its head was a white sphere with no facial features. Instead, it was covered by a white, spider-silk-like or silk-like substance, with only the areas around its eyes and mouth being crimson.

"Something's coming, it looks very weak," Zhao Hao said.

Everyone immediately became alert, and a few seconds later they saw the little monster not far away, hesitant to approach yet unwilling to leave.

What is this thing? Could it be the spirit of some kind of mutated monkey?

Zhao Hao's Fate Prompt Eye remained open, providing some information: Evil Soul - Bewildering Beast, Black Iron 4-star Netherworld Undead...

Zhao Hao reached out, and a small square barrier directly trapped the little monster.

Prada and Lincoln were surprised to find that Zhao Hao activated the barrier so quickly and without warning! Previously, he had to gesture and demonstrate before he could open the barrier.

The monster, trapped within the psionic barrier, panicked and rammed its head against it. With a crackling sound, electricity flashed across the barrier, turning the monster to ash.

Zhao Hao: Damn, I forgot to reduce the power.

The four people present looked at each other: What's going on?

"Ahem~" Zhao Hao coughed lightly, "I tested it, and it was probably around the level of Black Iron 4. It's just that I went too far and wiped it out. But we can't be careless, this thing is probably not an isolated case, there are likely many more!"

Zhao Hao originally just wanted to change the subject, but unexpectedly, his words actually came true.

After killing the little monster, we walked for a few more minutes and then saw a large group of bewildered beasts on a yardang stone pillar that was large at the top and small at the bottom, resembling a strange mushroom. There were at least thirty or forty of them squatting quietly on it.

The psychic energy radiance of Zhao Hao and his group of five attracted their attention, and they all turned their heads to look at them.

That thing didn't have eyes on its head at all; instead, it had two bloody marks on its head, which looked extremely creepy.

The bewildered beast had no mouth and made no sound, silently climbing down and surrounding the five people. However, this thing seemed rather timid, hovering to the left and right, not daring to approach.

"How about I give it a try?" Xiluo wanted to see if he could "convince" these little monsters in front of him.

However, he miscalculated. After singing for a while, he almost started dancing with his instrument, but the bewildered beasts were not "bewitched" by him and instead came closer.

Could it be that they saw Xiluo as just a smooth talker and thought there was no risk in taking action?

Prada didn't wait any longer. With a wave of her hand, a black smoke hand made of psionic energy swept across and killed seven or eight Bewildering Beasts instantly.

Those monsters died without making a sound; instead, they turned into wisps of gray smoke and dissipated.

“Not very strong,” Prada said.

The others were about to join in, but suddenly an aged voice came from afar: "Don't kill them."

The five men immediately became alert and prepared to make their move.

An old man wearing a somewhat tattered robe walked quickly from a distance.

He had short, thin hair, but a long, gray beard, and he was barefoot, leaning on a long cane.

A hint from fate: ? ? ?, Bronze 1-star Netherworld Heroic Soul...

The old man raised his cane, and a flash of light suddenly appeared in his palm. The remaining bewildered beasts were immediately frightened and fled.

He turned to look at the five people, and nodded when he saw Xiluo: "The bewildered have no five senses, so even if you speak better than you sing, you can't move them."

He shook his head with a laugh, "Don't go any further. There are thousands of Bewildering Beasts over there. And we can't kill them; killing too many will cause a huge problem..."

"Who are you?" Zhao Hao asked.

The old man smiled and said, "Oh, you're singing the poems I wrote, don't you know who I am?"

Ciro's eyes widened instantly. "Dante Alighieri? You're Dante?!"

The old man nodded: "I am Dante."

At this moment, Zhao Hao's fate indicator also updated: Dante Alighieri, Bronze 1-star Hades Heroic Spirit...

It really is Dante?!

It turns out he was drawn here by Xiluo's poetry.

"I haven't heard anyone sing my poems for hundreds of years, so it felt very familiar, and I came to take a look. After all, there shouldn't be any new souls wandering in this gray wasteland..."

As mentioned before, the underworld is a concept, and each region is different. Regardless of the differences, the underworld is where the souls of the dead reside, so there must be passageways and entrances for these souls.

For example, the gates to the underworld, the gates of hell, and Rashomon.

That's the proper route for the departed souls. After death, the souls are drawn to the underworld by certain rules and enter through these pathways. They await processing here…

The gray wasteland where Zhao Hao and his group landed was not the normal route that the dead should take.

"How did you five living beings get to the Underworld? This isn't a pleasant place." Dante was quite curious about the five of them.

After all, being able to come to the Underworld in one's physical body is something that not everyone can do.

This place naturally rejects matter.

Even the soul or spirit will be affected to some extent, let alone the physical body.

"We ended up here because we were hiding from the enemy, and we want to find a way to leave the Underworld and return to the Surface World," Zhao Hao replied.

Dante stroked his beard and said, “There are some methods, and they vary from place to place, but none of them are easy.”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Hao and the others immediately perked up. If they could leave quickly, who wanted to stay a single minute longer in the Netherworld where these four had been!

It should be noted that only because all five of them were at the Bronze level were they able to remain unaffected in the Underworld for a short period of time.

If it were an ordinary person, their physical body would die the moment it entered the underworld, and they would truly become a wandering soul.

Normally, without some special ability, even bronze-level superhumans wouldn't come to the Underworld.

Zhao Hao quickly asked, "Mr. Dante, how can we return to the world of the Facets?"

Dante said, "If there is a way to enter the Underworld, there is naturally also a way to leave it, but the methods vary from place to place. You'll probably have to inquire around. However, one thing is certain: whatever the method, it will be difficult, even dangerous..."

The five knew that such matters could not be rushed; they needed to at least get the information they needed. So they sent Cielo to inquire about the Underworld from Dante.

After all, they were both Italians, so they were practically fellow countrymen. Yes, long-lost fellow countrymen separated by six hundred years!

Dante lived in the 14th century, essentially during the "early Ming Dynasty." Of course, the Ming Dynasty didn't exist in this world...

After hearing Dante's brief introduction, the five people became quite agitated.

The Underworld was already dangerous enough, but I never imagined it would be even more dangerous now.

According to Dante, several hundred years ago, shortly after his death, psychic energy gradually became thinner and less active, marking the beginning of a period of psychic dormancy. It was during this time that Liu Bowen slew the dragon…

By then, the gods had long since ceased to manifest their presence, and after the period of psychic dormancy began, they gradually began to leave this world.

Of course, not all gods have that ability; many can only wait to die or try to fall into a deep sleep.

As a result, the original order of the underworld completely collapsed over the course of several hundred years.

Almost every mythology has a god who governs death or the underworld, but without them, order cannot be guaranteed.

Then it comes down to who has the bigger fist.

After all, without a powerful figure above to keep them in check, the spirits of the dead started causing trouble.

The Underworld today is practically divided into four parts, with numerous feudal states everywhere!