The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

With his back to the altar and the sound of weeping echoing in his ears, Ning Feng's face turned grim.

The slight sense of pride he felt for killing the succubus vanished without a trace at that moment.

Although it was a sneak attack, no one can say that he didn't try his best to kill a supernatural creature as an ordinary person without being seriously injured.

Seizing the opportunity, trading blows, and using feints—the assassination attempt just now had minor flaws, but none of them were serious. Ning Feng had basically done the best he could.

Unfortunately, in this secluded chamber, there are no bystanders to cheer him on... well, there seems to be one, but he doesn't count.

Reality isn't about fighting monsters and completing levels. There are no rewards for defeating enemies, and other enemies won't wait for you at the next story point when you're at full health and strength to come and attack you.

They'll swarm you when you're weak and chop you into minced meat.

"Did I get a script for being an extra who only gets filmed once the shoot starts? This is so sad."

With a soft sigh, Ning Feng suddenly calmed down, inwardly mocking himself:

"This time, it seems like it's really coming to an end."

When faced with a succubus who wanted to sacrifice him, Ning Feng was extremely nervous, fearing that a single mistake would lead him to an abyss of no return.

But now, facing an unknown being who is likely connected to the gods, Ning Feng has calmed down.

He wasn't hoping for a future where the other party would let him go after playing him for a fool; the feeling of completely handing over his life to someone else was unpleasant.

Ning Feng had only come to understand one thing...

The gap in strength is too large; panicking won't help.

Whether you stick your neck out or not, you'll still get stabbed, so you might as well make your death more spectacular.

Is that all that can be done now?

perish together.

This is not because Ning Feng suddenly became fearless of death, but rather a warning written on the title page of the Watchers' Guidebook.

"Don't let yourself become a weapon in the hands of the enemy."

The soul can be manipulated.

If you don't want your soul to be tortured and reformed after falling into the hands of others, the best way is to end your own life before you fall into the worst possible situation.

This is not difficult for an awakened person, but for Ning Feng now, there are not many ways to end his own life.

Alternatively, he could throw the Holy Flame into the pile of flesh and blood, and then... Ning Feng didn't know whether others would die or not, but he himself was definitely doomed.

Alternatively, you could just churn out the Holy Flame; that would be the same as being finished anyway.

Ning Feng held the holy flame in his hand, paused for a moment, and then slowly released it.

"No, it's not the final moment yet."

After all, they've been reincarnated and have some kind of cheat code; even if they're not perfect, they still have to try.

"That's a last resort, until then..."

It won't hurt to communicate; what if a miracle happens?

Having made up her mind, Ning calmly turned around, showing no sign of wavering.

But this feigned composure shattered completely when he looked towards the center of the room.

Ning Feng's pores contracted in an instant!

!!!

The altar on the ground remained in its dilapidated state, but the rest of the room had undergone tremendous changes.

If the horrific scene in the room before was still within the realm of a bloody massacre, then this moment is as surreal as a nightmare coming to life.

Drops of blood seeped from the floor, walls, and even the ceiling, floating towards the center and disappearing into the patterns on the altar.

The severed limbs seemed to come alive as they gradually wriggled and gathered in the center, the flesh and blood within them shriveling the moment they touched the texture.

The stench of decay subsided, and all that remained in the room were fragments of a dried corpse, as if it had been sun-dried in the desert; not a single drop of blood remained.

Ning Feng tightened his grip on the Holy Flame, realizing that his imagination was still not rich enough in the face of beings with truly extraordinary power.

"The lack of blood seems to disappoint you?"

Ning Feng's expression was very satisfied, and his voice was full of pleasure:

"Hey young man, don't be so suicidal! Why are you always thinking about dying together? Survival is the most important thing!"

The other party knew what Ning Feng was thinking from the beginning, but did not stop him at all.

He simply waited patiently for him to make a decision after enduring immense suffering there, relishing his momentary panic and helplessness.

Quite the perverse sense of humor.

"Are you angry? Oh dear, you need to understand something..."

"If you're weak enough, even your resistance seems adorable~"

The bloody imagery depicted on the altar seemed to distort, and a black shadow emerged from it.

Before Ning Feng could speak, a pair of scarlet eyes lit up from the distorted shadow.

"Alright~ Since your cuteness has brought me joy again after so long, how should I thank you?"

"It's decided, I'll show you my beautiful face!"

The shadow twisted and writhed, from which a black cat with scarlet eyes slowly emerged, raising its head and smiling at Ning Feng.

"Look, isn't this cute?"

Its eyes seemed to be smiling, but there was absolutely no warmth in them, only a deep and terrifying coldness.

In his eyes, the other party was not an adorable black cat, but an unspeakable, deep shadow!

Feeling uneasy, Ning Feng subconsciously focused his attention and looked at the shadow from which the black cat had emerged...

【▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇】

The information appearing before my eyes was completely obscured, accompanied by a barrage of delirious ramblings exploding in my mind!

"what!"

Ning Feng collapsed to his knees, the holy flames he had unleashed spilling onto the ground. He paid no heed to that, and covered his eyes in anguish.

Blood streamed uncontrollably from the corner of his eye, and coupled with his pained expression, Ning Feng looked incredibly ferocious.

"Huh? You're really bold, aren't you? You'd risk your life just to see a girl's true face?"

The black cat was genuinely surprised this time; even its swishing tail paused for a moment. It tilted its head, scrutinized Ning Feng who was clenching his teeth, and said regretfully:

"It's a real shame. I was hoping to have a chat with you, but it seems I won't have the chance now."

"After all, you're about to die."

The babbling and roars in his mind were destroying Ning Feng's will; he couldn't quite understand what the black cat had said...

……die?

Who's going to die?

Tick.

Blood dripped from between his fingers and onto the silvery liquid on the ground.

boom!

The silvery-white flames lit up the room again, but this time Ning Feng himself was the victim.

But perhaps because the impact on his soul was too intense, Ning Feng did not experience the heat and pain in his body at all.

In the firelight, the information displayed on the lake before Ning Feng's eyes was a series of fragmented images, constantly assaulting his will on the verge of collapse.

Under such suffering, even thinking becomes a luxury.

"Bye then~"

The black cat smiled at Ning Feng's miserable state, easily waved its paw, and its figure gradually disappeared back into the shadows.

From beginning to end, whether it appeared or disappeared, it was just talking to itself.

Even with its affectionate tone, Ning Feng's figure was never reflected in its eyes.

Ning Feng never actually had the right to engage in dialogue from the very beginning.

As the flames gradually died down, Ning Feng's consciousness also began to fade, and his body fell heavily to the ground.

In the final moments before his consciousness faded, Ning Feng, whose upper body was almost completely charred, finally saw something clearly.

【▇▇▇▇】

He read it aloud unconsciously, his voice strained and hoarse from his throat:

“...Ariana.”

The moment those words were spoken, the entire room seemed to fall silent.

The shadows that were gradually fading suddenly surged, and the dim altar shattered completely!

In the darkness, those scarlet eyes suddenly opened, brighter than ever before!

Suddenly, it seemed as if a phantom figure had descended into the room.

The figure quietly scrutinized Ning Feng, his deep gaze seemingly piercing through the depths of his soul.

finally.

"found it."

She seemed relieved and whispered slowly:

"The beginning of everything, the end of everything, I finally..."

"Got you."

"【▇▇▇】"

Chapter Six: The Observed

The City of Watchfulness.