Bai Wu is not sure whether each journey after the distortion of time and space has any meaning.
He looked at the woman carefully. Her clothes were different from those of the women at the lower level. They looked more like the uniform of a certain organization.
She has a very capable temperament. If such a woman works at the bottom of society, it is easy for her to attract people with bad intentions.
This woman didn't care at all, because she exuded a dangerous aura from head to toe.
Once someone approaches, he will be unconsciously warned by the woman's playful eyes.
This warning seems to bring about a certain sense of spiritual oppression.
So along the way to the entrance to the second floor, a fairly pretty woman was walking on the road, and no one stopped her or approached her.
Bai Wu looked at this scene and suddenly felt very strange.
"Could this be the scene before I leave the tower for the first time? Is this woman a member of the Tower God Society?"
"No, no..."
In the Tower God Society, Lilith is considered a high-ranking figure, but Bai Wu feels that this woman is more dangerous than Lilith.
There must not be such a person in the Tower God Society.
Bai Wu was wondering why the Eye of Prell was ineffective again.
Come to think of it, it seems that once you completely enter a scene, no more notes pop up in your eyes.
This seems to indicate that some rules have also been twisted.
The white fog approached the beggar, or rather, approached myself in this life.
In the busy lower floor, he kept his head down with a dull look in his eyes, but when the white mist approached, the little beggar suddenly looked up.
His originally lifeless eyes were instantly filled with fear, as if he had seen white mist.
Bai Wu also felt very strange. If he didn't exist, the other person's gaze would penetrate him.
But there was nothing behind him. Then Bai Wu realized that this person was talking to him:
"Mark what I said, mark what I said... They are from the Fifth..."
The little beggar's shout to the void was interrupted by the woman, who hit the beggar on the neck with a sharp knife.
There were passers-by watching, but they only watched for a few seconds before turning their heads and changing direction.
Bai Wu knew that this person was talking to him, and that this person was asking him for help, but why
Why can he see me
As soon as this question came up, Bai Wu instantly thought of many questions—
He has the Eye of Prell!
Before I came into this world, this body already had the Eye of Prell!
What did he mean by that? They were from the fifth floor
This is big information. This person is definitely not from the Tower God Society.
The woman seemed very confused as well. Who was this little beggar talking to
She looked around but didn't find anyone.
Bai Wu thought about it for a moment and thought of a possibility.
If the rulers all have their own power outside the tower, the Zhong and Qin families are Black Gold Island, the Yan family is Yellow Spring Island, and the Xie family is Mechanical City—
So is there still a possibility that one of the companies is actually the partner of Jingliu
Is it possible that Jingliu has his own power in the tower
Bai Wu felt that this idea was more and more possible. Perhaps among the eight rulers, one of them was also convinced by Jing Liu's prophecy and was willing to follow Jing Liu.
Who could this person be? It could be a ruler that he has not met yet, or it could be himself...
His gaze returned to the beggar again, and this body was indeed very similar to his previous life.
But the white fog can clearly distinguish the difference between image and reality.
He didn't believe in coincidences. The Ten of Spades killed himself and then came into a body that was very similar to his own
How could such an outrageous coincidence happen
So from my arrival, the riot on the farm, the escape of the two Ks, and the crossing of the Ten of Spades, are they all part of a certain plan
When Lin Rui was still the first generation masked monster, many of the things he said gave a feeling of information suppression, and his understanding of the world was completely different from that of other people.
This also means that the masked monster who grew up on the farm knows a lot of secrets about this world.
There was some confusing white mist, and I felt like I had missed an opportunity.
"It seems that we can only wait until we return to our original world and ask him about this."
Bai Yuan, Bai Wu is now certain that this man who plays the role of a kind father must know many secrets.
Bai Wu actually thought about it. Is it possible that this plan... was all a chess game played by Jing Liu
But when I think about it this way, I feel an unusual sense of disharmony in my heart.
So much so that Bai Wu thought the idea was stupid.
Jing Liu is a semi-omniscient being. If he were to change something, it would be terrible, and the kind of terrible that would be subtle and silent.
But Bai Wu just couldn't imagine that Bai Yuan was being plotted against.
He hated Bai Yuan very much. Even though he knew that Bai Yuan's actions were motivated by some purpose, he still hated him.
But even though he hated it, he was superstitious about Bai Yuan. He always felt that... even Jing Liu couldn't plot against Bai Yuan.
There are such people in this world. They are annoying but have excellent temperament. They do annoying things with a fascinating smile, but they always have the last laugh.
In Bai Wu's opinion, Bai Yuan is such a person.
If in the whole plan, Jing Liu calculated himself, Lin Rui, and many other characters to achieve something, he also believed that these people definitely did not include that annoying father.
Bai Wu's thoughts were quickly interrupted. In the long time that followed, he realized something very serious.
He thought that after he drank a few drops of well water that symbolized distortion, his body began to drift in time and space. It was some effect brought by the well water. As long as this effect was gradually eliminated, he would return to Baichuan City.
Although this was true, the effect lasted much longer than he had imagined. Bai Wu had just begun to experience the enormous power of the well water.
The next second, the scene began to fade again, and he saw the vast desert.
The long journey begins.
He walked in the desert for a long time, about seven hours, and only after he saw a stone maze did the scene begin to change again.
Next, Bai Wu went to the Jumang Mountains in the west of Sheng State. In the ice and snow, Bai Wu saw an extremely ancient carving with an eye carved on it.
It took him sixteen hours to see this eye withered.
The journey in the mountains ends and the white fog begins its journey in the city again.
This time, Bai Wu lived in this city for eleven days.
I didn't see any living people, but I saw many signs of people struggling to survive.
During the eleven days, Bai Wu never waited for the restart and saw no signs of entering the next world.
This was enough to make Bai Wu forget where he was and where he should go.
He even thought that the next journey had begun, that he had died on the battlefield in Baichuan City, traveled to this city, and started the next stage of his life.
So during this period of time, the white fog began to look for traces of people's lives, looking for those people who tried hard to follow the footsteps of the tower.
The messages in the phone, the notes with a few words, the words written in blood. Thanks to the rules, these things should not be kept for too long, but they are always kept.
But Bai Wu also encountered a lot of trouble. In the eleven days, he was filled with too many negative attributes.
He seemed to really begin to survive in a certain time and space that suddenly arrived. Considering that this possibility did exist, he was also looking for pieces of the doomsday puzzle to try to save himself.
But the fragments were not found. In this city, which was either Shudu or Food City, Bai Wu was nearly tortured to death by negative attributes.
Eleven days later, the white fog finally left the city, and the world changed again.
He came to an ancient tribe.
As he entered the next world, all the negative attributes on his body disappeared and began to accumulate again.
After the negative attributes were removed due to the first scene change, Bai Wu knew very well how Lin Rui got rid of the negative attributes and survived outside the tower for seven hundred years.
Only this time, the time spent in the same area was longer than last time, forty-five days.
Bai Wu thought that the eleven-day journey in the city ruins was torture, but he found that he had just reached the entrance to hell.
During the forty-five days, Bai Wu was on the verge of death again and again, and his body fell into an extremely chaotic state.
Just like in the game he played in his previous life, he was inflicted with all negative attributes by a hundred dark warlocks.
Life reduction, killing desire, blinding, deceleration, dizziness, cognitive confusion, extreme paranoia, bleeding, weakened strength, closed five senses, hallucinations...
Bai Wu's hair, beard, and nails also grew longer and longer.
He struggled with death for a long time, but was finally rescued by the people of this tribe.
In forty-five days, Bai Wu did not find the Doomsday fragment. Even without the Eye of Prell, he was confident that he could find the Doomsday fragment and release himself from this state.
But I dare not even imagine that the second negative attribute is directly the confusion of perception and the closure of the five senses.
In the darkness, the white fog was counting silently, time passed second by second, minute by minute, slowly accumulating, and finally reaching the next world.
When leaving, the high priest of the ancient tribe knelt in front of the white mist, as if he saw the same scene as the white mist, as if he was kneeling down to worship some god.
Bai Wu didn’t know the significance of these experiences. He only knew that if he didn’t leave, he would really not be able to hold on any longer.
Thirty days.
Nine days.
eleven days.
Seven hours.
One hundred and twenty-two minutes.
Forty-four days.
…
Two months and seven days.
The white fog began to pass through continuously under the power of the well water, and he realized a serious problem: he had greatly underestimated the power of the well water.
Have I become a traveler in time and space
Or have I been distorted by the well water, becoming a being that cannot survive stably in a certain time and space
Bai Wu had more or less understood the meaning of some of the areas he had visited before.
But now, the frequency of going is uncertain, the place to go is uncertain, and the meaning of going is even less clear.
Bai Wu had no idea where to go or how to get back to Baichuan City.
Before he knew it, he had been out there for three years.
In three years, I went to more than thirty places, heard many strange noises, saw many bizarre sights, and experienced countless deaths, but I survived in the end.
But the drifting is far from over.
Another three years passed, and after three years, another three years passed.
Bai Wu's hair has grown to his waist. For more than ten years, he has been experiencing death again and again. He has been tortured by various rules to the point where his life is worse than death, but he has always managed to survive.
The high and low temperatures outside the tower, the fierce and changeable weather, the weird rules, the unsolvable puzzles, and the powerful monsters are all what he has to overcome on his journey of survival.
The biggest problem lies in cognition.
He only lived in the world of the tower for less than a year, but he experienced more than ten years in this chaotic wandering.
I don’t know how long it has been, but more than ten years ago, when I drank the well water with full of blood, ready to fight two god-like monsters, it seems like a very long time ago.
Bai Wu would often shut himself up in a room, constantly reminding himself of his former companions and the battle.
If one lives in a false time and space for ten years and in a real time and space for one year, then one's cognition is likely to be distorted.
Take the false as true, and take the true as false.
Maybe Baichuan City, maybe the shelter... It was just a dream I once had.
I am just a drifter, a vagabond who keeps wandering through time and space.
These thoughts always come to mind every once in a while. A dozen years is enough to turn any hope into despair.
Bai Wu had to think about a serious and sad question again and again, or the current situation - there was no going back.
He gradually understood the horror of the well water. He was lucky to be alive today. The 95% mortality rate was simply false propaganda.
He wasn't even sure that he could survive if he experienced such a wandering again.
There is no end to this wandering, no destination to this journey. The distortion brought by the well water seems to have just begun.
The white fog put herself into a state of silence, and her memories of the past became more and more frequent, and longer and longer.
But that feeling of being ready to die has completely disappeared.
On the last journey, Bai Wu, dressed in rags, came to a jungle and ate a fruit.
His memories began to be forgotten on a large scale. Over the past decade, he knew that the chances of returning to Baichuan City were slim, but he always relied on his memories to hold on.
But now, it's all over.
The twisted plants outside the tower will bring various twisted effects when eaten.
The memory of the white mist began to be dispelled bit by bit.
He felt that he was about to die. One second he was lying in the woods, and the next second he was wrapped in layers of ice.
In a long dream, Bai Wu felt as if he had survived a few more years.
But he no longer remembered anything. After the memory that supported him disappeared, the journey became longer and more cruel.
The distortion of the well water seemed to have finally moved from the distortion of time and space to other aspects.
Words, information, images, and cognition all began to distort.
Once Bai Wu opened his eyes, the world he saw was full of endless distortion.
The green moon, the cold blue sun, the irregular alternation of day and night, the speed at which things move is sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and one's position is also constantly changing.
There was no accurate number of sounds around me. When the wind blew, I seemed to hear car horns, women crying, and babies laughing.
Appearing at the seaside, when the tide surges, you can hear the roars of countless wild beasts.
After all his spirits were completely distorted and all his wills were worn away by endless wandering, Bai Wu had a premonition of his own death.
He fell to the ground, perhaps on a shallow beach where the tide had receded, perhaps on a boulder where the mountain wind was howling, or perhaps on a dusty bed in some city, and fell into a deep sleep.
This meaningless journey seems to have no end.
This is something more terrifying than death, dying little by little in an environment where you don't know the meaning, you are completely alone, but you can't change anything.
Because the whole world is no longer normal and everything is distorted, a normal person like me is also losing my sense of normality.
After more than ten years of wandering, Bai Wu still felt no negative emotions, but the confusion and fatigue made him want to die.
Birds and beasts gnawed at his body, and the sea water washed over his body again and again.
In the scorching sun, in the storm, in the mud, in the rain... Bai Wu fell to the ground, motionless, like a dead person.
Maybe he will merge with this world in this way, or maybe he has died a long time ago, but his body has forgotten to rot.
Perhaps all of this was just a manifestation of distortion. Perhaps if this man had been given the opportunity to choose again, he would rather have died in battle outside that school more than a decade ago than drink a few drops of such terrible "distortion".
Now, it is all time to end. He will be forgotten by the world and buried between the heavens, the earth and the mountains. No one will know him, no one will remember him - there will be no turning back.
Everything was as it should be, until... that note suddenly appeared.
I admit that it takes a long time for you to digest this power, but don't think that it can knock you down. You should stand up. You have waited for more than ten years. It is painful to survive in a world without cognition and where everything is distorted, but there are people who have waited for ninety years.
It's painful and tiring for you to travel through hundreds of time and space, but there are people who are on an endless journey even more tiring than you in an endless cycle of cause and effect.
If the distortion doesn't defeat you, then it's your turn to defeat it, right
Most of the power of the well water has been absorbed by you, and only a small part is still changing the rules. You are about to return to your original city, and the shelter is still waiting for you.
Of course, you can also choose to lie on the ground in this way, so that people can see that after drifting in time and space for more than ten years, your body is still alive but your soul is dead. Although for them, your appearance just appeared suddenly. After all, your journey of more than ten years is just a distorted effect, and in that world, only a short second has passed.
The dwarf will probably be very angry and turn into evil and die. Of course, he is about to die now. All the members of the Survey Corps will become evil spirits wandering around Baichuan City. Your friends will fall one after another, and those who come to support you will eventually suffer a catastrophic disaster because of this action.
Or, you just don't care anymore
Bai Wu, who fell to the ground, moved his eyelids. The memories of the past were like a fire, slowly burning in the endless darkness.
The note popped up the last paragraph.
Finally, let's make one more choice.
restart.
Start the journey again.
exit the game.
Just like when this human died for the first time, a similar option popped up in the notes on that evil-filled plane.
But at that time, the owner of the eyes did not respond.
But this time is different.
The arm buried in the ice suddenly began to tremble, and at this moment, countless cracks appeared on the majestic glacier.
The next moment, the iceberg began to collapse and countless huge ice cones began to fall.
All the coldness seemed to evaporate in an instant! The corpse-like being that had been sleeping for a long time finally got up.
The red rage from the other world instantly covered his body like a layer of scarlet armor.
With the help of the Eye of Prell, this human named Bai Wu finally remembered everything. Or rather... he had never forgotten, but just lacked a clue to remember everything.
The eyes are such a guide.
Bai Wu remembered that he still owed someone the end of a cycle, and he also owed a group of people a dream that he had been having for ninety years.
Either die in the distortion, or explode in the distortion.
The overwhelming anger turned into flames, and the glacier completely melted at this moment!
As if responding to the notes given by his eyes, the hand pointed in the void.
Of course, a real man has only one option.
Start the journey again.
More than ten years of wandering finally ended at this moment. This long journey not only brought endless fatigue to Bai Wu, but also caused a crazy increase in the accompanying power.
And the advancement of the Eye of Prell!
Those star-like eyes became even more vast.
Countless water droplets danced in the air and then turned into mist. The space seemed to be about to break at this moment, as if celebrating the birth of a great creature.
Or perhaps they are rejoicing over the fact that humanity has crossed a certain boundary.
Through the water droplets that were constantly dissipating in the evaporation, Bai Wu saw his current appearance.
"My hair is a little long... but it doesn't look bad, so I'll leave it that way for now. But the beard is very troublesome. I slept for a long time. It's hard to imagine someone would choose to soak in such a dangerous thing. What kind of monster would that be?"
In the space where the glacier was broken, white mist floated in the air and slowly shaved off its beard.
Although it is slow, this process only takes a moment.
After drinking the fountain of eternal life, his appearance has not aged at all in the past ten years.
"I still have a lot of questions to ask. Thank you. I almost couldn't wake up. Well, this time, you are the best of the game."
The white mist spoke to the reflections in the countless water droplets.
In a sense, the Eye of Prell works based on his other side.
On the other side of the white fog is a complete, cynical madman, a riddle man who is not tolerated anywhere.
Maybe a normal white mist would have his will distorted and destroyed, but this madman wouldn't.
Of course, it had no way to communicate with the white fog. In fact, the essence of this conversation was the white fog's self-talk.
The broken glacier land began to slowly restore peace, but in the distant space, Bai Wu saw the night sky of Baichuan City.
The long decade of wandering is finally coming to an end.
From the unknown, novelty, thinking, confusion, to exhaustion, despair, complete destruction and rebirth, this journey is long and of great significance to him.
When he finally set foot back on the land of Baichuan City and completed this long and twisted journey, the fighting spirit he had before embarking on the journey once again emerged in Bai Wu's eyes.
When he saw his old companions still struggling and fighting, all the fatigue of more than ten years was swept away and he felt his blood burning again.
Time flies. More than a decade has passed, and he still looks the same as before he was distorted and eroded.
Everything returned to the starting point, but because of his return, everything is no longer the same.
Looking at the black barrier not far away and feeling the negative emotions on the entire battlefield, Bai Wu could feel that he seemed to have a power that could tear it apart directly:
"It's my turn to fight back."