Zongman: Please stop destroying the worldview!

"You said music can bring you magic?"

Chen Mo: "Indeed, in this world where the ley lines are severed, I need the emotions brought by music to transform into mana—and the best kind of emotions come from adolescent girls."

Kikuri: "Ha, it's a pity that I'm no longer sentimental. But Eliza is a serious young girl!"

Chen Mo cracked the melon seeds that Jianzi had bought from the convenience store and asked:

"Then I'd like to ask you, a veteran band member, if there is any way to get the band on stage quickly?

Several livehouses I know have already made performance plans weeks or even months in advance, so they can’t disrupt their performance arrangements just to meet my needs.”

Kikuri bit her straw and immediately answered, "If that's the case, then there's no need to perform in a dedicated venue. You can just perform on the street. You don't need to sell tickets to make money anyway."

"Yeah, I wouldn't have thought of it if you hadn't told me."

Chen Mo found that he was a little too far away. The first rehearsal of the band before could bring him some mana, so performing on the street would...

As long as the performance is good enough and there are audiences, you can still gain mana, and it doesn't have to be in a professional performance hall.

Kikuri took out her bass and played a tuneless tune: "Do you need help? I can't do anything else, but my bass can be your mercenary at any time! Haha!"

Chen Mo: "Aren't you worried that if you go out to perform without permission, your good teammates' blood pressure will rise again?"

Kikuri: "Everyone will understand if you help a good friend."

Chen Mo smiled. "We've only known each other for less than a day, and we've already become good friends. People who love drinking are really easy to get along with."

Kikuri wiped away tears with emotion: "Because you're a good person! Even when my teammates disliked me, you still tolerated me even though I caused such a big trouble! I'm touched!"

Chen Mo: "It's okay, your little trouble is nothing. I used to have a friend who was a magical girl, and after not seeing each other for two days, she turned into a witch. Who can I complain to?"

Jianzi: "This kind of trouble is too terrible!"

-

As the night deepened, the dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, revealing a brilliant starry sky.

Tomorrow is Monday, and those who need to go to school should go to school, those who need to work should go to work, and those who need to find a wife should find a wife. After Chen Mo and Long agreed to take turns keeping watch, the people who had a wonderful weekend outing prepared to fall asleep in their tents.

Chen Mo, who had been keeping watch in the first half of the night, sat by the fire, staring at the dancing sparks, wondering what he was thinking. Ju Li, who had been complaining about drinking too much and having a headache tomorrow, suddenly popped her head out again after crawling into the tent and asked Chen Mo a sudden question:

"What happened to your friend?"

"What friend?"

An inappropriately serious expression crossed Kikuri's drunken face. "As for that friend you just mentioned who turned into a witch? I don't know what a witch is, but it sounds really scary. Is she... okay now?"

Chen Mo sighed: "What else can I do? I'm dead, and there's not even any remains left to revive me.

After all, a magical girl's nature has already transformed into a witch the moment she makes a wish, and she's completely beyond help. I gave her a quick release, but her colleagues are coming after me to fight—I also consider her my friend, so there's no way such unreasonable things would happen."

Kikuri's tone weakened. "Even though something terrible happened, I think it's best to try to resolve the misunderstandings with my friends. Friends are hard to come by, and I don't want someone like you to continue suffering because of something like this."

Chen Mo pushed Juli's head back:

"Alright, stay out of the planeswalker's business and go to sleep."

Chapter 52 Turning Point 1

Although Long was supposed to stay up until the second half of the night, Chen Mo had no intention of waking him up. He had to be alert to meet his future wife tomorrow, so staying up half the night longer wouldn't matter.

The cool breeze in the second half of the night was particularly biting. Chen Mo wandered around the campsite when the quest book's life-threatening voice rang out again:

"Are you still thinking about using that spell? You know full well that even if you used it, even if you performed miracles that you wouldn't dare dream of, you still wouldn't be able to protect anyone."

Chen Mo sighed sadly, "Ms. Irene, is this all I taught you to do to poke me in the sore spot?"

The voice of the book suddenly became gentle, reminding Chen Mo of the executioner's final thoughtfulness towards the prisoner:

"You know, among planeswalkers, there's a saying called a second childhood. Generally, the character traits and personality foundation of intelligent creatures are formed during childhood and are difficult to change throughout life.

But as a planeswalker, you have a second chance to change your nature. After the Spark awakens, the first alien world you experience is called the "Childhood of a Planeswalker."

After breaking free from the confines of a single world and facing the infinite beauty of the multiverse, the planeswalker's childhood will transform him into another person.

Chen Mo seemed to be sighing endlessly: "Now is not the time for you to teach me such wonderful little knowledge."

Shu: "What about you, Chen Mo, what have you become? Before the Spark Awakened, could you treat human life as worthless? After killing your friends with your own hands, killing people like Lao Yi and Xiao Feng who regarded you as a friend, can you still laugh as if it's your duty?

The world of Warhammer 40 has turned you into a monster, Chen Mo. From your second childhood, you've learned to be unscrupulous, cold-blooded, and possess a mad obsession with power. You can't stand the feeling of losing power for even a moment. The emptiness and fear drive you nearly insane.

Stop and look at this world. It is gentle and safe. There is no crisis of world destruction. There are so many people in this world who care about you and are willing to use their emotions to become your strength. Why do you still cling to your wrong ideas?

Chen Mo looked like he was about to collapse under this heavy moral pressure. He clenched his palms and squeezed out a reply through gritted teeth: "But I still want to hold the power in my own hands."

The book's tone became heated, as if it could no longer tolerate Chen Mo's stubbornness:

"Strength and violence can't save anything! We're doing this for your own good. Everyone at the camp chose this safe vacation world for you, just to help you find your way back! Why do you keep trampling on our kindness over and over again?!

We are planeswalkers wandering the universe, outsiders from all worlds. Only we, the same kind, truly care about you! You have always pretended to share life and death with those natives. In your heart, you have always regarded them as puppets to satisfy your vanity, as a convenient excuse to pursue power and do whatever you want!

So what if you used the World Devouring Curse!? In the world of Puella Magi Madoka Magica, you wiped the minds of the entire Incubator race clean?

Your magical girl friends still couldn't escape the fate of becoming witches. Just because of a little anger towards QB, you cruelly destroyed an entire advanced civilization! !

Not only that, the Incubator is also supporting other civilizations in the universe. There are at least a dozen new civilizations that will stagnate or even be destroyed if you destroy the Incubator civilization! "

Chen Mo gasped for breath and sat on the ground: "What can I do now? The past has already happened, and things destroyed by the World Devouring Curse can't come back!

At this point, what difference does it make whether I use it or not?"

Book: "There is a difference, Chen Mo, you can still be saved. Don't give up on yourself. We planeswalkers have a much longer lifespan than ordinary creatures. As long as you return to the right path, you will one day be able to atone for your sins."

Although everyone thinks you are a bloodthirsty beast, I and Ms. Irene, who created me, have never given up on you!

We have always believed that within your blood-soaked body, a trace of conscience still beats within you! Don't continue to indulge in the illusions constructed by your own great power, and believe more in the power of everyone!

You can come back from the world of monsters and become human again!"

Chen Mo trembled and shed tears: "Even if I am like this, are you still willing to believe and trust me?

I, I'm so touched, but what should I do? Erin Two, where do I even begin?

Shu's tone finally became gentle and comforting: "I know you can do it. You can defeat the cowardice in your heart and drive away the desire for destruction imposed on you by the cruel world. We can start from now, right now, right here, before it's too late."

The quest book flipped open its pages by itself, and as the pages rustled, they finally stopped at a strange page. On it appeared a picture of a ferocious western dragon with its mouth wide open. The dragon's open mouth was just big enough to accommodate a card.

Quest Book: "Come, give me the [World Devouring Curse], and I will seal it up and classify it as a forbidden spell. No one will be able to use this spell anymore, including you, of course.

It's okay, child. Planeswalkers have all been there before. They've made terrible mistakes, created terrible spells they'll regret, and unleashed forbidden spells that have harmed countless lives. But we can choose to let go of these mistakes and seal away these evil spells that should never have existed. Come, let us take the first step towards returning to the right path."

The cool breeze of the second half of the night blew across the valley between a man and a book. Chen Mo looked up at the brilliant Milky Way in the sky, flipping the pages with his fingers, but nothing happened.

Seeing this, the Mission Book finally used its final killer move: a virtual image was projected, and the characters in it were the children that Chen Mo had left a deep impression on.

The book offers a final exhortation: "Still undecided? Then take a look at this.

This is the world known as the Promised Neverland, and it is also the last world you experience before coming to the camp.

The children there have found the camp's location in that world and have conveyed this message to you—listen carefully to what they say. Once you've heard it, you'll know what you should do."

Chapter 53 Memories of Neverland

This is a story that happened not long ago, in the world of The Promised Neverland.

With a roar that only planeswalkers could hear, sparks flashed, and Chen Mo appeared in this new world.

Chen Mo stretched and sighed, "These shitty worlds are really disgusting—but this new world looks good. I can't always be unlucky."

The place Chen Mo had appeared in was truly beautiful. It looked like a medieval town, but the architecture had a touch of exaggerated childishness. There were red and white checkered windmills, flowers and green grass growing everywhere in the town's open spaces, a gurgling stream flowing through the center of the town, and colorful flags, balloons, and dolls adorned the candy-colored, pointed-roofed houses.

The colorful scene looks like something out of a sketchbook.

Walking through the large "Welcome" archway at the town's entrance, Chen Mo saw villages, fields, forests, and mansions. A gentle, lukewarm breeze blew softly. No matter how you looked at it, it was a paradise on earth. The only problem was that it was too quiet. There was no one around.

"Hey, hey, is anyone there?"

Chen Mo was strolling along the deserted street when he suddenly saw a sign on the side of the street that read:

Rules: [Music] [Monster] [Survive]

What do you mean?

Chen Mo was just thinking when harsh music suddenly rang out throughout the town. The silent air was suddenly filled with murderous intent, and shadows seemed to be crawling in the darkness.

There was nothing unusual about the ley lines here, and white mana pulsed at his fingertips. Chen Mo, who was ready to fight, was suddenly grabbed by a hand.

A young girl emerged from the shadows in the middle of the house. She was thin, with oval green eyes and thin eyebrows. Her bright orange hair was short and messy, and she had large, antenna-like hair. For some reason, the numbers 63194 were printed in black on her neck.

She anxiously dragged Chen Mo along and started running: "Brother, are you new here? The monster is coming!"

Chen Mo: "Monster?"

Girl: "As soon as the music starts, those ghosts will come back to hunt us! We have to hide quickly before we are discovered."

Chen Mo: "Ghost? Is this town invaded by ghosts?"

Girl: "Golden Pond, this whole town is their hunting ground! This is where those rich ghosts secretly hunt us, the child eaters!"

Chen Mo: "Wait a minute, how did you spell out the words 'edible children'?"

-

After being dragged for a while and circling a few times, Chen Mo arrived at a base hidden under a windmill. It was a warehouse set up as a combat base, with a variety of immature children gathered together, about ten in total.

The girl's name was Emma. She led Chen Mo into the base and locked the door. After catching her breath, she introduced him to him, "These are my friends. We've all survived this hunting ground together. We will definitely destroy this playground that plays with human lives!"

Emma extended her hand to Chen Mo. "Unknown brother, my name is Emma. I escaped from the GF farm. Can you tell me your name?"

Chen Mo shook his hand and replied, "You can call me Chen Mo, but before introducing myself, please explain to me, a foreigner—"

What the hell is this world set up for? What are edible children? Is this some kind of hellish joke?

-

A few minutes later, Chen Mo sat at the table, feeling a bit amused and helpless, holding his chin and summing up:

“You mean, this is a world of ghosts, and we don’t know if there are any remaining human settlements?

Because ghosts want to eat human flesh, they keep children together to form human flesh farms, and then ship them out when they are 6-12 years old?