Yu-Gi-Oh!: This card wants to go to you.

The closer you get to the core, the more dilapidated and twisted the surrounding trees become, and the flowers and plants lose their soul.

Finally, a figure dressed entirely in white appeared before Dibel's eyes.

The Sin of the Thistle

“You are…” A strong sense of familiarity surged into her mind, and Dibel’s pupils dilated.

"I never imagined we'd meet again this way." The White Witch turned slowly around, her back to Debel, her expression a mix of emotion and coldness. She gave a bitter smile. "It's been a long time, Debel."

"No, the Black Witch!"

With a gentle wave of her hand, an acetylene arc swiftly appeared in her palm, striking Dibel directly.

"I want your body."

Under the moonlight, the White Witch stood atop the ruins, casting a cold gaze.

“Is that so?” Dibel followed with a belligerent smile. “Let’s see how strong you are.”

The two looked at each other and smiled.

"Duel!" (X2)

...

Reincarnation in the Snow Mountain, fourth level, Rift Insect Nest.

"Brother, where are we going?" Xia Yu followed closely behind Xia Sheng, clutching her chest anxiously.

A low, buzzing sound emanated from the depths of the cave. The ground was covered with a layer of insect shells and decaying plant remains, which crunched eerily underfoot. Occasionally, a few mechanical insects would peek out from the cracks in the cave walls, their heads flashing with a cold light.

This eerie environment made a girl who was not yet an adult very uneasy.

But her brother never responded to her, nor did he offer his usual comfort. He just walked aimlessly in a certain direction, like a walking corpse.

as if--

Her sister is fake; her real sister is ahead.

"Brother, I'm scared..." Xia Yu took a step forward and helplessly took Xia Sheng's arm.

"Let go..." Xia Sheng shook off her hand, his voice as cold as a machine, "You're not her..."

"Not my younger sister..."

In the underworld, the deeper one's obsession, the faster one enters the third stage of losing one's mind.

Xia Yu felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this; he couldn't understand what was wrong with his brother.

"Did I do something wrong again..." Her voice choked with sobs, on the verge of tears, "Don't you want me anymore..."

"I'll be good from now on and won't bother you anymore..."

"Don't leave me... I'm so scared..."

Xia Yu wiped away her tears with her lips pursed, sniffling repeatedly as she tried to suppress her sobs.

“It’s all fake…” Xia Sheng said, his head bowed, lost in thought.

A strange insect swooped down from a wormhole high above, heading straight for Xia Yu.

"Ah!" Xia Yu screamed, instinctively covering her face with her hands.

In a flash, a hand swept across the night sky, grabbing the exploding machine-like insect.

Xia Yu was completely dumbfounded and stood there stunned.

Those hands, though made of flesh and blood, possessed a mechanical hardness.

"It's all fake..." Xia Sheng kept repeating the same sentence after catching the machine bug.

Suddenly, a deeper buzzing sound came from the depths of the cave, and countless mechanical insects poured out from the cracks in the cave walls, like a black torrent, rapidly approaching.

Star Relic Puppet

"Brother, run!" Xia Yu shouted in terror, his voice trembling.

Xia Sheng remained frozen in place.

Xia Yu was extremely anxious and desperately pulled on Xia Sheng's arm, but he didn't budge.

The swarm of monstrous insects drew closer, their buzzing sound echoing like the tolling of death bells.

Death surrounded the brother and sister.

"It's all fake..." Xia Sheng was immersed in his own world, unable to extricate himself.

He bent down slightly, picked up a branch from the ground, and held it across his chest.

Sensing something, the insect swarm sounded a high-level alarm and retreated rapidly in response.

It was as if he hadn't picked up a tree branch.

Instead, it was a spear wielded against the gods.

Self-composed sacred music steps

The relationship is fake, the blood ties are fake.

But the companionship was real, and the love was real.

Chapter 616 Their Own Stories (Part 2)

Inside the snow-capped mountain, on the third level, lies the lava labyrinth.

The air here is scorching hot and heavy; every breath feels like it's burning your lungs.

The maze's walls are made of black basalt, lava flows on the ground, and the red liquid is like the blood of the earth, occasionally splashing sparks and making a piercing hissing sound.

With heavy, burning breaths, Nanyang Ling struggled to climb upwards following the direction of the flowing lava, sweat pouring from his forehead and back.

The rocks beneath your feet could crumble at any moment, revealing a pool of scalding lava; every step is fraught with danger.

“The end of magma is the sun…” he murmured to himself, his voice hoarse but firm.

"sun…"

This word seemed to be his only faith, supporting him as he traversed this fiery hell.

He gritted his teeth. His whole body was burned. The wounds healed quickly, the rotten flesh was peeled away, and his skin, which had just been regenerated, was burned again in the high temperature, wrinkling and emitting a burnt smell.

He strained upwards, grabbing a protruding rock. His fingers trembled slightly from the intense pain. His hands were scalded and blistered. The blisters burst, releasing a clear liquid that evaporated in the high temperature.

"sun…"

Nanyang Ling repeated the words absentmindedly, as if those two words could dispel all pain and fear.

This belief sustained him as he climbed higher and higher until he saw the light and heat he had imagined.

Inside the snow-capped mountain, on the fourth level, lies the Dragon Bone Maze.

The air here is cold and eerie; every breath you take is an inhalation of death.

The labyrinth's walls are made of grayish-white limestone, and countless huge dragon bones are scattered on the ground, like the ruins of an ancient battlefield. The dragon skeletons appear ferocious and terrifying in the dim light, with huge bone wings spread out as if they might pounce on the intruders at any moment.

"Why are you back again..."

Albus got lost again, carefully making his way through the dragon skeleton labyrinth, his steps light and cautious, afraid of disturbing these sleeping giants.

He stopped and stared at a huge dragon skeleton in front of him.

The dragon had already fallen, but its skull was still slightly raised, its empty, dark eye sockets seemingly staring at him, and its sharp teeth still gleaming coldly.

【White Cardinal Dragon】.

“The dragon’s skeleton…” Albus murmured to himself, and as if possessed, he stepped forward and gently touched the dragon’s skull.

The dragon's skull made a slight cracking sound, and a burst of white light erupted, engulfing Albus before he could react.

Outside the snow-capped mountain, on the mountain road, the third level.

A mechanical announcement echoed through the deathly silent valley.

[Nanzhu Station, arrived]

[Nanzhu Station, arrived]

[Nanzhu Station, arrived]

Shui Qian slumped helplessly in the driver's seat. According to regulations, he could only stay at each station for three minutes, during which time the arrival time would be continuously announced.

She turned around and looked at the empty seat, a chill running through her heart.

"At this price, it's no wonder no one will be willing to buy a ticket."

Her salary is based on commission from driving, and this round of work has been unsuccessful as no one is getting in her car; she's essentially working for nothing.

"It's all because of you," the tour guide rolled her eyes and complained.

The bus fare starts at two grams of negative square crystals, and the driver and tour guide have an "obligation" to inflate the price.

In the past, tour guides would use vague terms like "two yuan" to lure people onto the bus. Once on the bus, if people didn't have money, they would be forced to "borrow" money, which would also count as revenue.

But this year's drivers are too straightforward and have a lot of temper tantrums.

The best time to deceive people is before the fourth avalanche, when more people will survive.

Now that the avalanche has passed, only a few hundred people remain, most of whom are seasoned veterans who prefer to climb mountains and open boxes.

Traveling safely is safe, but it also means missing out on the treasure chest.

Shui Qian pursed her lips in grievance, waited for three minutes without any result, and prepared to start the bus again.

Just then, shouts came from both sides of the main road.

"Wait a moment!"

"I haven't gotten on the bus yet!"

Gan Yan and Binaier emerged from the snow slopes on either side, both covered in wounds of varying sizes.

It was a real injury, not an attempt to stage an accident.

"Guests?!" Mizuki and the tour guide's eyes lit up simultaneously. "Are we finally opening for business?"

Gan Yan and Binaier struggled to climb up the path, took out a fiery red crystal from their pockets, and said while panting, "I...I have one."