Any Good Apocalypse Stories With a Convoy and Sequence Elements?

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✨ The whole people fell into a life-and-death survival game. Su Ye, who had ten years of apocalyptic experience, used his S-level cooking talent to break through the desperate situation! Zombies are the appetizers in his mouth, powerful creatures are the main meal on the table, and even the gods above are just the ultimate ingredients to be cooked in his eyes. He has never been hindered by muddiness, only killing decisively and fiercely. Every swing of the blade is for cooking, and every bite he takes makes him stronger. This "dangerous cook" who makes all bosses fearful, uses the phrase "I ate my enemies" to ignite the sense of survival to the extreme, making people eager to follow his next "gluttonous feast"!

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Sequential evolution, weird Cthulhu, the old rulers, first, the awakening sequence of god-eaters, gods eat people, I am the god of food, the protagonist relies on the remains of the god-eater to become a super invincible sequence god, second, twisted limbs, abnormal psychology, using the limbs of gods, grafting limbs to become gods

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Praise the Fool, Azathoth—! ! ! 👌🏻

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Self-push, self-push, road survival, multiple female protagonists

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A masterpiece, a real sense of doomsday

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[The divine work of bird food] [The divine work of bird food] [The divine work of bird food] [The divine work of bird food] [The divine work of bird food]

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Chapter 9: Basic Lessons and Imprint Echoes In the next three days, Levi's time was divided precisely and filled with an almost cruel rhythm. The physical pain healed quickly with the special medicine and strict schedule provided by Lengyue, but the mental exhaustion and the feeling of panic that penetrated into the bone marrow were like gangrene in the bones and difficult to dispel. The "narrative mark" between the eyebrows exudes a cold sense of existence that disappears and disappears, especially in the dead of night or when his spirit is relaxed, it will become clearer, like a silent monitor, coldly recording his every uneasy dream and momentary trance. The "backstage" became his temporary prison and classroom. Leng Yue did not let him contact the outside world immediately, but thoroughly immersed him in theoretical knowledge and basic training. The contents of those thick books are difficult and obscure. "Detailed Explanation of Basic Acting Methods of Drama Paths" subverts Levi's cognition at the beginning. It does not teach how to become an excellent actor, but explains how to "temporarily and limitedly accept and simulate specific 'character concepts' or 'emotional patterns'" at the cognitive level, thereby inducing a weak "divine resonance" and obtaining temporary special perspectives or ability bonuses. The book warns that the essence of "acting" is a dangerous self-marginalization process, and one must always anchor the "self" to avoid being swallowed up by the role. The practice methods range from the most basic observation, imitating breathing and micro-expressions, to outlining the character's outline during meditation and trying to feel its core driving force. The practice progresses step by step, emphasizing "control" and "stripping" at every step. "Common Narrative Pollution Types Illustrated" is like a horror encyclopedia, with pictures and texts recording various twisted "story" forms: from item-based "cursed objects" (such as video tapes, old photos, specific toys), to regional "theaters", "nests", "echoing places", to conceptual "urban legends" and "collective fear memes". Each type analyzes its possible "script logic", "core role", "contamination mechanism" and "weak point speculation". Levi's scalp was numb when he read it. Many of the phenomena described in the book were far more terrifying and weird than he imagined. It also gave him a heavier understanding of the "Threat Assessment: Medium to High" label of "Starlight Theater". "Divine Resonance and Self-Anchor Meditation" is the focus of Leng Yue's emphasis. "The power of the dramatic path lies in 'faith' and 'resonance,' but your 'faith' must be based on a solid 'self.'" She guided Levi to conduct a special kind of meditation: to build a solid "inner stage" or "backstage lounge" deep in the consciousness, and turn the recognition of one's own core memories, emotions, and values ​​into the cornerstone and decoration of this space. Whenever you are "acting" or encountering a strong narrative impact, you must consciously "retreat" to this space and confirm that "I am Levi" rather than any role you are playing or forced to take on. "The bud of your 'author's will' is currently your most unique and perhaps most fragile talent." Leng Yue rarely said a few more words after a theoretical explanation. "It represents your potential right to interfere with the 'narrative.' But interference requires strength, skills and... Costs. When you are strong enough and can sort yourself out, "Story line' and suffering backlash, using it blindly is like wielding a shovel in a minefield. Now, what you have to do is not to dig it out, but to protect it and wrap it with 'self-anchoring' to prevent it from being triggered or contaminated in advance by external 'scripts' or 'seeds' and 'brands' in your body." Between the theoretical study, there are more boring and painful basic physical training and cold weapon adaptation exercises (mainly short sticks and special daggers). Leng Yue's words were cold and realistic: "In a polluted area, those who run slowly, have little strength, and slow reactions often die faster than encountering monsters. Don't expect to rely on luck and sudden explosions every time." In the afternoon of the third day, Levi came into contact with the "Situation Simulator" for the first time. The silver helmet was heavier than it looked, with soft gel-like padding on the inside. After putting it on, it tightly wrapped around his head and eyes. At the moment of activation, there is no dazzling light and shadow, but a direct, slightly cold sense of consciousness access. [Simulation situation loading: Basic unit - "Night Return Apartment"] [Pollution type: regular ghost story (low threat)] [Core rule: The reflection in the stairwell mirror will imitate and gradually replace the person going upstairs. Don't look back on the way up the stairs, and don't look at your reflection in the mirror for more than three seconds. ] [Training goal: Successfully reach the safe house on the designated floor (6th floor). ] [Performance suggestion: You can try to slightly "act" the concept of "a tired office worker eager to go home" to enhance your persistence in the goal of "going home" and dilute your fear. ] Levi found himself standing on the ground floor of an old apartment building. Dim voice-activated lights, mottled walls, and a faint smell of musty and dust in the air. Everything is horribly real. He took a deep breath and began to recall the key points in "Detailed Explanation of Acting Methods". He tried to mentally sketch an image of an office worker who worked overtime until late at night and just wanted to go home and rest immediately, slightly amplifying the feeling of exhaustion and urgency. He started going upstairs. Footsteps echoed in the empty stairwell. In the grooming mirror at the corner of the first floor, his reflection was normal. On the second floor, the movement of the reflection seemed to slow down by an imperceptible frame. On the third floor, the corners of the reflection's mouth seemed to curve upward at the moment he turned his head. Levi's heart tightened, and he immediately looked away, silently reciting self-anchoring. Fourth floor. Reflections are no longer fully synchronized. When Levi took steps, his reflection seemed to pause deliberately before following. A disgusting feeling of being spied on and imitated crawled up my spine. He picked up the pace, but kept the rules in mind and never looked back. Fifth floor. "Levi" in the mirror looked at him expressionlessly, his eyes empty. Levi's eyes in reality swept across subconsciously, and the moment he made contact with his eyes in the mirror, he felt a slight dizziness. "Can't look at each other!" He lowered his head suddenly, his heart beating rapidly. There seemed to be another very slight sound imitating his footsteps, right behind him. Fear began to spread. The concept of "tired office worker" he played began to waver. He forced himself to concentrate, deepening his longing and imagination for "home" (safe house), and at the same time kept repeating in his heart: "I am Levi, I am training, this is a simulation..." Finally, the safety door on the sixth floor appeared in front of him. He rushed over and unscrewed the door handle - the moment he stepped into the safe door, he seemed to catch a glimpse from the corner of his eye at the bottom of the stairs behind him, a figure exactly like him, but with a pale face and a stiff smile, looking up at him quietly. [Simulation ends. Assessment: Survival achieved. Rule compliance: good. Performance integration: shallow, fluctuating later. Emotional control: needs to be strengthened. Encountered a derivative frightening incident (mirror shadow followed to the fifth and a half floors). Overall rating: Pass. ] Taking off his helmet, Levi was covered in cold sweat and panting violently. It took him a while to recover from the immersive fear. Although I know it is a simulation, the psychological pressure is extremely real. "The reaction was too slow. There was almost a foul on the fifth floor." Leng Yue's voice sounded next to her, and she was looking at the detailed data flow on the screen. "The role is not deep enough, which leads to insufficient support for the belief in the 'target' and is easily disturbed by fear. However, it is the first time you are exposed to strange rules and stories in a simulation. If you can reach the end alive, you are not completely scared out of your mind." She brought up another interface: "In the next few days, complete at least three simulations of different situations every day. The difficulty will gradually increase, and more distractions and rule traps will be added. Your 'acting' needs to be more skillful, and the 'self-anchoring' trigger must be faster. In addition..." Leng Yue turned around and her eyes fell on Levi's eyebrows: "In the simulation, try to feel the imprint between your eyebrows. Don't actively stimulate it, but observe whether there are subtle changes in its reaction when you face fear, perform role-playing, or even 'approach' certain twisted rules in the simulation environment. Record these feelings. We need to understand the sensitive band of this 'receiver'." Levi nodded, feeling that the road to training in the future would be even longer and heavier. At night, after completing his last meditation, Levi lay on the camp bed, but he was not sleepy. The cold feeling between the eyebrows seems to be clearer than during the day. He thought of the pale reflection he last glimpsed in the daytime simulation, the crazy and desperate records in Zhang Mingyuan's notes, and the twisted "puppets" in the Misty Mountain Sanatorium... "Starlight Theater..." He chewed the name silently. A complete "theater". What kind of "drama" will be performed there? What could be sitting in the audience? Just when his thoughts were confused and his consciousness was gradually blurring, the cold point between his eyebrows suddenly throbbed very slightly. Not pain, but an indescribable sense of detachment. As if in an instant, his hearing was infinitely zoomed in and out, and countless blurry and noisy sound fragments poured into his mind - a distant aria with electric noise? The mixed, suppressed sobs and chuckles of many people? The sound of wooden seats creaking? And... A sticky, malicious gaze that didn't come from one direction, but seemed to permeate the air. Fragments of the image also flashed: a corner of the thick scarlet velvet curtain; the densely packed, shadowy heads of the audience viewed from above; a dark, shimmering stain on the stage floor that seemed to never dry up... All of this lasted less than two seconds and disappeared immediately. Levi sat up suddenly, cold sweat soaking his back instantly. He covered his forehead, where there remained a hollow, subtle numbness after being "read" by something. Not a dream. Extremely true. The imprint... Is echoing? Receiving... A signal from some distant "theater"? He rolled out of bed, hesitated, and walked to the area where Leng Yue usually stayed up late to work. The lights were still on, and Leng Yue was facing the computer screen, her brows furrowed. "Leng Yue... Teacher." Levi spoke, his voice a little dry. Leng Yue turned her head, saw his pale face and the hand covering his forehead, and his eyes narrowed: "Did the brand react?" Levi described in detail what he felt at that moment. Leng Yue listened in silence, tapping her fingers quickly on the keyboard to bring up another piece of information. On the screen appeared a structural sketch of the "Starlight Theater", a historical briefing, and some sporadic and vague eyewitness reports. "The aria you 'heard', according to the remaining records, was the last large-scale performance before the theater was abandoned. It was the local opera "Blood Handprint"... A famous revenge tragedy." Leng Yue pointed to a piece of text, "Crying and low laughter... The residual emotions of the audience? Or... The 'actor's'?" She looked at Levi sharply: "The bird's-eye view you 'see'... May be the position of the 'director' or the 'lighting console'. That stain..." She quickly searched through the photos and found a silhouette of an accident report on the theater stage in the early years. Although it was blurry, a similar position could be seen. "Seventeen years ago, there was a stage accident. A bit actor playing the role of 'The Wrong Soul' lost his footing and fell. His head was seriously injured, and rescue efforts failed. There was a lot of blood at that time, and it is said that it took a long time to clean up." Leng Yue's tone became solemn: "Your imprint is more 'sensitive' than I thought. Not only is it passively receiving generalized 'dramatic' signals, but it also seems to be pre-resonating with the high-threat target you are about to penetrate. This proves that the intensity of narrative contamination of 'Starlight Theater' is very high, and... Its 'story core' may have some unspecified 'thematic connection' with you, or with the imprint or seeds on you." She closed the screen and looked directly at Levi: "The training plan needs to be adjusted. Accelerate the progress of the 'Basic Acting Method', and simulate the situation to focus on adding elements related to 'theatre', 'stage', and 'audience interaction'. You need to grow up faster." She paused and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid that theater can't wait any longer. It... Or something behind it, has noticed the addition of you as a 'new actor'." "There is not much time left for you to prepare." Outside the window, the city is dark at night. "Backstage" Chapter 9: Basic Lessons and Imprint Echoes. In the next three days, Levi's time was divided precisely and filled with an almost cruel rhythm. The physical pain healed quickly with the special medicine and strict schedule provided by Lengyue, but the mental exhaustion and the feeling of panic that penetrated into the bone marrow were like gangrene in the bones and difficult to dispel. The "narrative mark" between the eyebrows exudes a cold sense of existence that disappears and disappears, especially in the dead of night or when his spirit is relaxed, it will become clearer, like a silent monitor, coldly recording his every uneasy dream and momentary trance. The "backstage" became his temporary prison and classroom. Leng Yue did not let him contact the outside world immediately, but thoroughly immersed him in theoretical knowledge and basic training. The contents of those thick books are difficult and obscure. "Detailed Explanation of Basic Acting Methods of Drama Paths" subverts Levi's cognition at the beginning. It does not teach how to become an excellent actor, but explains how to "temporarily and limitedly accept and simulate specific 'character concepts' or 'emotional patterns'" at the cognitive level, thereby inducing a weak "divine resonance" and obtaining temporary special perspectives or ability bonuses. The book warns that the essence of "acting" is a dangerous self-marginalization process, and one must always anchor the "self" to avoid being swallowed up by the role. The practice methods range from the most basic observation, imitating breathing and micro-expressions, to outlining the character's outline during meditation and trying to feel its core driving force. The practice progresses step by step, emphasizing "control" and "stripping" at every step. "Common Narrative Pollution Types Illustrated" is like a horror encyclopedia, with pictures and texts recording various twisted "story" forms: from item-based "cursed objects" (such as video tapes, old photos, specific toys), to regional "theaters", "nests", "echoing places", to conceptual "urban legends" and "collective fear memes". Each type is analyzed for its possible "script logic", "core role", "contamination mechanism" and "weak point speculation". Levi's scalp was numb when he read it. Many of the phenomena described in the book were far more terrifying and weird than he imagined. It also gave him a heavier understanding of the "Threat Assessment: Medium to High" label of "Starlight Theater". "Divine Resonance and Self-Anchor Meditation" is the focus of Leng Yue's emphasis. "The power of the dramatic path lies in 'faith' and 'resonance,' but your 'faith' must be based on a solid 'self.'" She guided Levi to conduct a special kind of meditation: to build a solid "inner stage" or "backstage lounge" deep in the consciousness, and turn the recognition of one's own core memories, emotions, and values ​​into the cornerstone and decoration of this space. Whenever you are "acting" or encountering a strong narrative impact, you must consciously "retreat" to this space and confirm that "I am Levi" rather than any role you are playing or forced to take on. "The bud of your 'author's will' is currently your most unique and perhaps most fragile talent." Leng Yue rarely said a few more words after a theoretical explanation. "It represents your potential right to interfere with the 'narrative.' But interference requires strength, skills and... Costs. When you are strong enough and can sort yourself out, "Story line' and suffering backlash, using it blindly is like wielding a shovel in a minefield. Now, what you have to do is not to dig it out, but to protect it and wrap it with 'self-anchoring' to prevent it from being triggered or contaminated in advance by external 'scripts' or 'seeds' and 'brands' in your body." Between the theoretical study, there are more boring and painful basic physical training and cold weapon adaptation exercises (mainly short sticks and special daggers). Leng Yue's words were cold and realistic: "In a polluted area, those who run slowly, have little strength, and slow reactions often die faster than encountering monsters. Don't expect to rely on luck and sudden explosions every time." In the afternoon of the third day, Levi came into contact with the "Situation Simulator" for the first time. The silver helmet was heavier than it looked, with soft gel-like padding on the inside. After putting it on, it tightly wrapped around his head and eyes. At the moment of activation, there is no dazzling light and shadow, but a direct, slightly cold sense of consciousness access. [Simulation situation loading: Basic unit - "Night Return Apartment"] [Pollution type: regular ghost story (low threat)] [Core rule: The reflection in the stairwell mirror will imitate and gradually replace the person going upstairs. Don't look back on the way up the stairs, and don't look at your reflection in the mirror for more than three seconds. ] [Training goal: Successfully reach the safe house on the designated floor (6th floor). ] [Performance suggestion: You can try to slightly "act" the concept of "a tired office worker eager to go home" to enhance your persistence in the goal of "going home" and dilute your fear. ] Levi found himself standing on the ground floor of an old apartment building. Dim voice-activated lights, mottled walls, and a faint smell of musty and dust in the air. Everything is horribly real. He took a deep breath and began to recall the key points in "Detailed Explanation of Acting Methods". He tried to mentally sketch an image of an office worker who worked overtime until late at night and just wanted to go home and rest immediately, slightly amplifying the feeling of exhaustion and urgency. He started going upstairs. Footsteps echoed in the empty stairwell. In the grooming mirror at the corner of the first floor, his reflection was normal. On the second floor, the movement of the reflection seemed to slow down by an imperceptible frame. On the third floor, the corners of the reflection's mouth seemed to curve upward at the moment he turned his head. Levi's heart tightened, and he immediately looked away, silently reciting self-anchoring. Fourth floor. Reflections are no longer fully synchronized. When Levi took steps, his reflection seemed to pause deliberately before following. A disgusting feeling of being spied on and imitated crawled up my spine. He picked up the pace, but kept the rules in mind and never looked back. Fifth floor. "Levi" in the mirror looked at him expressionlessly, his eyes empty. Levi's eyes in reality swept across subconsciously, and the moment he made contact with his eyes in the mirror, he felt a slight dizziness. "Can't look at each other!" He lowered his head suddenly, his heart beating rapidly. There seemed to be another very slight sound imitating his footsteps, right behind him. Fear began to spread. The concept of "tired office worker" he played began to waver. He forced himself to concentrate, deepening his longing and imagination for "home" (safe house), and at the same time kept repeating in his heart: "I am Levi, I am training, this is a simulation..." Finally, the safety door on the sixth floor appeared in front of him. He rushed over and unscrewed the door handle - the moment he stepped into the safe door, he seemed to catch a glimpse from the corner of his eye at the bottom of the stairs behind him, a figure exactly like him, but with a pale face and a stiff smile, looking up at him quietly. [Simulation ends. Assessment: Survival achieved. Rule compliance: good. Performance integration: shallow, fluctuating later. Emotional control: needs to be strengthened. Encountered a derivative frightening incident (mirror shadow followed to the fifth and a half floors). Overall rating: Pass. ] Taking off his helmet, Levi was covered in cold sweat and panting violently. It took him a while to recover from the immersive fear. Although I know it is a simulation, the psychological pressure is extremely real. "The reaction was too slow. There was almost a foul on the fifth floor." Leng Yue's voice sounded next to her, and she was looking at the detailed data flow on the screen. "The role is not deep enough, which leads to insufficient support for the belief in the 'target' and is easily disturbed by fear. However, it is the first time you are exposed to strange rules and stories in a simulation. If you can reach the end alive, you are not completely scared out of your mind." She brought up another interface: "In the next few days, complete at least three simulations of different situations every day. The difficulty will gradually increase, and more distractions and rule traps will be added. Your 'acting' needs to be more skillful, and the 'self-anchoring' trigger must be faster. In addition..." Leng Yue turned around and her eyes fell on Levi's eyebrows: "In the simulation, try to feel the imprint between your eyebrows. Don't actively stimulate it, but observe whether there are subtle changes in its reaction when you face fear, perform role-playing, or even 'approach' certain twisted rules in the simulation environment. Record these feelings. We need to understand the sensitive band of this 'receiver'." Levi nodded, feeling that the road to training in the future would be even longer and heavier. At night, after completing his last meditation, Levi lay on the camp bed, but he was not sleepy. The cold feeling between the eyebrows seems to be clearer than during the day. He thought of the pale reflection he last glimpsed in the daytime simulation, the crazy and desperate records in Zhang Mingyuan's notes, and the twisted "puppets" in the Misty Mountain Sanatorium... "Starlight Theater..." He chewed the name silently. A complete "theater". What kind of "drama" will be performed there? What could be sitting in the audience? Just when his thoughts were confused and his consciousness was gradually blurring, the cold point between his eyebrows suddenly throbbed very slightly. Not pain, but an indescribable sense of detachment. As if in an instant, his hearing was infinitely zoomed in and out, and countless blurry and noisy sound fragments poured into his mind - a distant aria with electric noise? The mixed, suppressed sobs and chuckles of many people? The sound of wooden seats creaking? And... A sticky, malicious gaze that didn't come from one direction, but seemed to permeate the air. Fragments of the image also flashed: a corner of the thick scarlet velvet curtain; the densely packed, shadowy heads of the audience viewed from above; a dark, shimmering stain on the stage floor that seemed to never dry up... All of this lasted less than two seconds and disappeared immediately. Levi sat up suddenly, cold sweat soaking his back instantly. He covered his forehead, where there remained a hollow, subtle numbness after being "read" by something. Not a dream. Extremely true. The imprint... Is echoing? Receiving... A signal from some distant "theater"? He rolled out of bed, hesitated, and walked to the area where Leng Yue usually stayed up late to work. The lights were still on, and Leng Yue was facing the computer screen, her brows furrowed. "Leng Yue... Teacher." Levi spoke, his voice a little dry. Leng Yue turned her head, saw his pale face and the hand covering his forehead, and his eyes narrowed: "Did the brand react?" Levi described in detail what he felt at that moment. Leng Yue listened in silence, tapping her fingers quickly on the keyboard to bring up another piece of information. On the screen appeared a structural sketch of the "Starlight Theater", a historical briefing, and some sporadic and vague eyewitness reports. "The aria you 'heard', according to the remaining records, was the last large-scale performance before the theater was abandoned. It was the local opera "Blood Handprint"... A famous revenge tragedy." Leng Yue pointed to a piece of text, "Crying and low laughter... The residual emotions of the audience? Or... The 'actor's'?" She looked at Levi sharply: "The bird's-eye view you 'see'... May be the position of the 'director' or the 'lighting console'. That stain..." She quickly searched through the photos and found a silhouette of an accident report on the theater stage in the early years. Although it was blurry, a similar position could be seen. "Seventeen years ago, there was a stage accident. A bit actor playing the role of 'The Wrong Soul' lost his footing and fell. His head was seriously injured, and rescue efforts failed. There was a lot of blood at that time, and it is said that it took a long time to clean up." Leng Yue's tone became solemn: "Your imprint is more 'sensitive' than I thought. Not only is it passively receiving generalized 'dramatic' signals, but it also seems to be pre-resonating with the high-threat target you are about to penetrate. This proves that the intensity of narrative contamination of 'Starlight Theater' is very high, and... Its 'story core' may have some unspecified 'thematic connection' with you, or with the imprint or seeds on you." She closed the screen and looked directly at Levi: "The training plan needs to be adjusted. Accelerate the progress of the 'Basic Acting Method', and simulate the situation to focus on adding elements related to 'theatre', 'stage', and 'audience interaction'. You need to grow up faster." She paused and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid that theater can't wait any longer. It... Or something behind it, has noticed the addition of you as a 'new actor'." "There is not much time left for you to prepare." Outside the window, the city is dark at night. In the "backstage", what Levi felt was no longer a temporary safe harbor, but the final and urgent preparation camp before the storm came. The curtain of a new, more bizarre and unpredictable stage is slowly and silently opening. But he couldn't help himself, and was marked with the mark that he could not leave the game. Inside, what Levi felt was no longer a temporary safe harbor, but the final and urgent preparation camp before the storm came. The curtain of a new, more bizarre and unpredictable stage is slowly and silently opening. But he couldn't help himself, and was marked with the mark that he could not leave the game.

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Chapter 9: Basic Lessons and Imprint Echoes In the next three days, Levi's time was divided precisely and filled with an almost cruel rhythm. The physical pain healed quickly with the special medicine and strict schedule provided by Lengyue, but the mental exhaustion and the feeling of panic that penetrated into the bone marrow were like gangrene in the bones and difficult to dispel. The "narrative mark" between the eyebrows exudes a cold sense of existence that disappears and disappears, especially in the dead of night or when his spirit is relaxed, it will become clearer, like a silent monitor, coldly recording his every uneasy dream and momentary trance. The "backstage" became his temporary prison and classroom. Leng Yue did not let him contact the outside world immediately, but thoroughly immersed him in theoretical knowledge and basic training. The contents of those thick books are difficult and obscure. "Detailed Explanation of Basic Acting Methods of Drama Paths" subverts Levi's cognition at the beginning. It does not teach how to become an excellent actor, but explains how to "temporarily and limitedly accept and simulate specific 'character concepts' or 'emotional patterns'" at the cognitive level, thereby inducing a weak "divine resonance" and obtaining temporary special perspectives or ability bonuses. The book warns that the essence of "acting" is a dangerous self-marginalization process, and one must always anchor the "self" to avoid being swallowed up by the role. The practice methods range from the most basic observation, imitating breathing and micro-expressions, to outlining the character's outline during meditation and trying to feel its core driving force. The practice progresses step by step, emphasizing "control" and "stripping" at every step. "Common Narrative Pollution Types Illustrated" is like a horror encyclopedia, with pictures and texts recording various twisted "story" forms: from item-based "cursed objects" (such as video tapes, old photos, specific toys), to regional "theaters", "nests", "echoing places", to conceptual "urban legends" and "collective fear memes". Each type is analyzed for its possible "script logic", "core role", "contamination mechanism" and "weak point speculation". Levi's scalp was numb when he read it. Many of the phenomena described in the book were far more terrifying and weird than he imagined. It also gave him a heavier understanding of the "Threat Assessment: Medium to High" label of "Starlight Theater". "Divine Resonance and Self-Anchor Meditation" is the focus of Leng Yue's emphasis. "The power of the dramatic path lies in 'faith' and 'resonance,' but your 'faith' must be based on a solid 'self.'" She guided Levi to conduct a special kind of meditation: to build a solid "inner stage" or "backstage lounge" deep in the consciousness, and turn the recognition of one's own core memories, emotions, and values ​​into the cornerstone and decoration of this space. Whenever you are "acting" or encountering a strong narrative impact, you must consciously "retreat" to this space and confirm that "I am Levi" rather than any role you are playing or forced to take on. "The bud of your 'author's will' is currently your most unique and perhaps most fragile talent." Leng Yue rarely said a few more words after a theoretical explanation. "It represents your potential right to interfere with the 'narrative.' But interference requires strength, skills and... Costs. When you are strong enough and can sort yourself out, "Story line' and suffering backlash, using it blindly is like wielding a shovel in a minefield. Now, what you have to do is not to dig it out, but to protect it and wrap it with 'self-anchoring' to prevent it from being triggered or contaminated in advance by external 'scripts' or 'seeds' and 'brands' in your body." Between the theoretical study, there are more boring and painful basic physical training and cold weapon adaptation exercises (mainly short sticks and special daggers). Leng Yue's words were cold and realistic: "In a polluted area, those who run slowly, have little strength, and slow reactions often die faster than encountering monsters. Don't expect to rely on luck and sudden explosions every time." In the afternoon of the third day, Levi came into contact with the "Situation Simulator" for the first time. The silver helmet was heavier than it looked, with soft gel-like padding on the inside. After putting it on, it tightly wrapped around his head and eyes. At the moment of activation, there is no dazzling light and shadow, but a direct, slightly cold sense of consciousness access. [Simulation situation loading: Basic unit - "Night Return Apartment"] [Pollution type: regular ghost story (low threat)] [Core rule: The reflection in the stairwell mirror will imitate and gradually replace the person going upstairs. Don't look back on the way up the stairs, and don't look at your reflection in the mirror for more than three seconds. ] [Training goal: Successfully reach the safe house on the designated floor (6th floor). ] [Performance suggestion: You can try to slightly "act" the concept of "a tired office worker eager to go home" to enhance your persistence in the goal of "going home" and dilute your fear. ] Levi found himself standing on the ground floor of an old apartment building. Dim voice-activated lights, mottled walls, and a faint smell of musty and dust in the air. Everything is horribly real. He took a deep breath and began to recall the key points in "Detailed Explanation of Acting Methods". He tried to mentally sketch an image of an office worker who worked overtime until late at night and just wanted to go home and rest immediately, slightly amplifying the feeling of exhaustion and urgency. He started going upstairs. Footsteps echoed in the empty stairwell. In the grooming mirror at the corner of the first floor, his reflection was normal. On the second floor, the movement of the reflection seemed to slow down by an imperceptible frame. On the third floor, the corners of the reflection's mouth seemed to curve upward at the moment he turned his head. Levi's heart tightened, and he immediately looked away, silently reciting self-anchoring. Fourth floor. Reflections are no longer fully synchronized. When Levi took steps, his reflection seemed to pause deliberately before following. A disgusting feeling of being spied on and imitated crawled up my spine. He picked up the pace, but kept the rules in mind and never looked back. Fifth floor. "Levi" in the mirror looked at him expressionlessly, his eyes empty. Levi's eyes in reality swept across subconsciously, and the moment he made contact with his eyes in the mirror, he felt a slight dizziness. "Can't look at each other!" He lowered his head suddenly, his heart beating rapidly. There seemed to be another very slight sound imitating his footsteps, right behind him. Fear began to spread. The concept of "tired office worker" he played began to waver. He forced himself to concentrate, deepening his longing and imagination for "home" (safe house), and at the same time kept repeating in his heart: "I am Levi, I am training, this is a simulation..." Finally, the safety door on the sixth floor appeared in front of him. He rushed over and unscrewed the door handle - the moment he stepped into the safe door, he seemed to catch a glimpse from the corner of his eye at the bottom of the stairs behind him, a figure exactly like him, but with a pale face and a stiff smile, looking up at him quietly. [Simulation ends. Assessment: Survival achieved. Rule compliance: good. Performance integration: shallow, fluctuating later. Emotional control: needs to be strengthened. Encountered a derivative frightening incident (mirror shadow followed to the fifth and a half floors). Overall rating: Pass. ] Taking off his helmet, Levi was covered in cold sweat and panting violently. It took him a while to recover from the immersive fear. Although I know it is a simulation, the psychological pressure is extremely real. "The reaction was too slow. There was almost a foul on the fifth floor." Leng Yue's voice sounded next to her, and she was looking at the detailed data flow on the screen. "The role is not deep enough, which leads to insufficient support for the belief in the 'target' and is easily disturbed by fear. However, it is the first time you are exposed to strange rules and stories in a simulation. If you can reach the end alive, you are not completely scared out of your mind." She brought up another interface: "In the next few days, complete at least three simulations of different situations every day. The difficulty will gradually increase, and more distractions and rule traps will be added. Your 'acting' needs to be more skillful, and the 'self-anchoring' trigger must be faster. In addition..." Leng Yue turned around and her eyes fell on Levi's eyebrows: "In the simulation, try to feel the imprint between your eyebrows. Don't actively stimulate it, but observe whether there are subtle changes in its reaction when you face fear, perform role-playing, or even 'approach' certain twisted rules in the simulation environment. Record these feelings. We need to understand the sensitive band of this 'receiver'." Levi nodded, feeling that the road to training in the future would be even longer and heavier. At night, after completing his last meditation, Levi lay on the camp bed, but he was not sleepy. The cold feeling between the eyebrows seems to be clearer than during the day. He thought of the pale reflection he last glimpsed in the daytime simulation, the crazy and desperate records in Zhang Mingyuan's notes, and the twisted "puppets" in the Misty Mountain Sanatorium... "Starlight Theater..." He chewed the name silently. A complete "theater". What kind of "drama" will be performed there? What could be sitting in the audience? Just when his thoughts were confused and his consciousness was gradually blurring, the cold point between his eyebrows suddenly throbbed very slightly. Not pain, but an indescribable sense of detachment. As if in an instant, his hearing was infinitely zoomed in and out, and countless blurry and noisy sound fragments poured into his mind - a distant aria with electric noise? The mixed, suppressed sobs and chuckles of many people? The sound of wooden seats creaking? And... A sticky, malicious gaze that didn't come from one direction, but seemed to permeate the air. Fragments of the image also flashed: a corner of the thick scarlet velvet curtain; the densely packed, shadowy heads of the audience viewed from above; a dark, shimmering stain on the stage floor that seemed to never dry up... All of this lasted less than two seconds and disappeared immediately. Levi sat up suddenly, cold sweat soaking his back instantly. He covered his forehead, where there remained a hollow, subtle numbness after being "read" by something. Not a dream. Extremely true. The imprint... Is echoing? Receiving... A signal from some distant "theater"? He rolled out of bed, hesitated, and walked to the area where Leng Yue usually stayed up late to work. The lights were still on, and Leng Yue was facing the computer screen, her brows furrowed. "Leng Yue... Teacher." Levi spoke, his voice a little dry. Leng Yue turned her head, saw his pale face and the hand covering his forehead, and his eyes narrowed: "Did the brand react?" Levi described in detail what he felt at that moment. Leng Yue listened in silence, tapping her fingers quickly on the keyboard to bring up another piece of information. On the screen appeared a structural sketch of the "Starlight Theater", a historical briefing, and some sporadic and vague eyewitness reports. "The aria you 'heard', according to the remaining records, was the last large-scale performance before the theater was abandoned. It was the local opera "Blood Handprint"... A famous revenge tragedy." Leng Yue pointed to a piece of text, "Crying and low laughter... The residual emotions of the audience? Or... The 'actor's'?" She looked at Levi sharply: "The bird's-eye view you 'see'... May be the position of the 'director' or the 'lighting console'. That stain..." She quickly searched through the photos and found a silhouette of an accident report on the theater stage in the early years. Although it was blurry, a similar position could be seen. "Seventeen years ago, there was a stage accident. A bit actor playing the role of 'The Wrong Soul' lost his footing and fell. His head was seriously injured, and rescue efforts failed. There was a lot of blood at that time, and it is said that it took a long time to clean up." Leng Yue's tone became solemn: "Your imprint is more 'sensitive' than I thought. Not only is it passively receiving generalized 'dramatic' signals, but it also seems to be pre-resonating with the high-threat target you are about to penetrate. This proves that the intensity of narrative contamination of 'Starlight Theater' is very high, and... Its 'story core' may have some unspecified 'thematic connection' with you, or with the imprint or seeds on you." She closed the screen and looked directly at Levi: "The training plan needs to be adjusted. Accelerate the progress of the 'Basic Acting Method', and simulate the situation to focus on adding elements related to 'theatre', 'stage', and 'audience interaction'. You need to grow up faster." She paused and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid that theater can't wait any longer. It... Or something behind it, has noticed the addition of you as a 'new actor'." "There is not much time left for you to prepare." Outside the window, the city is dark at night. "Backstage" Chapter 9: Basic Lessons and Imprint Echoes. In the next three days, Levi's time was divided precisely and filled with an almost cruel rhythm. The physical pain healed quickly with the special medicine and strict schedule provided by Lengyue, but the mental exhaustion and the feeling of panic that penetrated into the bone marrow were like gangrene in the bones and difficult to dispel. The "narrative mark" between the eyebrows exudes a cold sense of existence that disappears and disappears, especially in the dead of night or when his spirit is relaxed, it will become clearer, like a silent monitor, coldly recording his every uneasy dream and momentary trance. The "backstage" became his temporary prison and classroom. Leng Yue did not let him contact the outside world immediately, but thoroughly immersed him in theoretical knowledge and basic training. The contents of those thick books are difficult and obscure. "Detailed Explanation of Basic Acting Methods of Drama Paths" subverts Levi's cognition at the beginning. It does not teach how to become an excellent actor, but explains how to "temporarily and limitedly accept and simulate specific 'character concepts' or 'emotional patterns'" at the cognitive level, thereby inducing a weak "divine resonance" and obtaining temporary special perspectives or ability bonuses. The book warns that the essence of "acting" is a dangerous self-marginalization process, and one must always anchor the "self" to avoid being swallowed up by the role. The practice methods range from the most basic observation, imitating breathing and micro-expressions, to outlining the character's outline during meditation and trying to feel its core driving force. The practice progresses step by step, emphasizing "control" and "stripping" at every step. "Common Narrative Pollution Types Illustrated" is like a horror encyclopedia, with pictures and texts recording various twisted "story" forms: from item-based "cursed objects" (such as video tapes, old photos, specific toys), to regional "theaters", "nests", "echoing places", to conceptual "urban legends" and "collective fear memes". Each type is analyzed for its possible "script logic", "core role", "contamination mechanism" and "weak point speculation". Levi's scalp was numb when he read it. Many of the phenomena described in the book were far more terrifying and weird than he imagined. It also gave him a heavier understanding of the "Threat Assessment: Medium to High" label of "Starlight Theater". "Divine Resonance and Self-Anchor Meditation" is the focus of Leng Yue's emphasis. "The power of the dramatic path lies in 'faith' and 'resonance,' but your 'faith' must be based on a solid 'self.'" She guided Levi to conduct a special kind of meditation: to build a solid "inner stage" or "backstage lounge" deep in the consciousness, and turn the recognition of one's own core memories, emotions, and values ​​into the cornerstone and decoration of this space. Whenever you are "acting" or encountering a strong narrative impact, you must consciously "retreat" to this space and confirm that "I am Levi" rather than any role you are playing or forced to take on. "The bud of your 'author's will' is currently your most unique and perhaps most fragile talent." Leng Yue rarely said a few more words after a theoretical explanation. "It represents your potential right to interfere with the 'narrative.' But interference requires strength, skills and... Costs. When you are strong enough and can sort yourself out, "Story line' and suffering backlash, using it blindly is like wielding a shovel in a minefield. Now, what you have to do is not to dig it out, but to protect it and wrap it with 'self-anchoring' to prevent it from being triggered or contaminated in advance by external 'scripts' or 'seeds' and 'brands' in your body." Between the theoretical study, there are more boring and painful basic physical training and cold weapon adaptation exercises (mainly short sticks and special daggers). Leng Yue's words were cold and realistic: "In a polluted area, those who run slowly, have little strength, and slow reactions often die faster than encountering monsters. Don't expect to rely on luck and sudden explosions every time." In the afternoon of the third day, Levi came into contact with the "Situation Simulator" for the first time. The silver helmet was heavier than it looked, with soft gel-like padding on the inside. After putting it on, it tightly wrapped around his head and eyes. At the moment of activation, there is no dazzling light and shadow, but a direct, slightly cold sense of consciousness access. [Simulation situation loading: Basic unit - "Night Return Apartment"] [Pollution type: regular ghost story (low threat)] [Core rule: The reflection in the stairwell mirror will imitate and gradually replace the person going upstairs. Don't look back on the way up the stairs, and don't look at your reflection in the mirror for more than three seconds. ] [Training goal: Successfully reach the safe house on the designated floor (6th floor). ] [Performance suggestion: You can try to slightly "act" the concept of "a tired office worker eager to go home" to enhance your persistence in the goal of "going home" and dilute your fear. ] Levi found himself standing on the ground floor of an old apartment building. Dim voice-activated lights, mottled walls, and a faint smell of musty and dust in the air. Everything is horribly real. He took a deep breath and began to recall the key points in "Detailed Explanation of Acting Methods". He tried to mentally sketch an image of an office worker who worked overtime until late at night and just wanted to go home and rest immediately, slightly amplifying the feeling of exhaustion and urgency. He started going upstairs. Footsteps echoed in the empty stairwell. In the grooming mirror at the corner of the first floor, his reflection was normal. On the second floor, the movement of the reflection seemed to slow down by an imperceptible frame. On the third floor, the corners of the reflection's mouth seemed to curve upward at the moment he turned his head. Levi's heart tightened, and he immediately looked away, silently reciting self-anchoring. Fourth floor. Reflections are no longer fully synchronized. When Levi took steps, his reflection seemed to pause deliberately before following. A disgusting feeling of being spied on and imitated crawled up my spine. He picked up the pace, but kept the rules in mind and never looked back. Fifth floor. "Levi" in the mirror looked at him expressionlessly, his eyes empty. Levi's eyes in reality swept across subconsciously, and the moment he made contact with his eyes in the mirror, he felt a slight dizziness. "Can't look at each other!" He lowered his head suddenly, his heart beating rapidly. There seemed to be another very slight sound imitating his footsteps, right behind him. Fear began to spread. The concept of "tired office worker" he played began to waver. He forced himself to concentrate, deepening his longing and imagination for "home" (safe house), and at the same time kept repeating in his heart: "I am Levi, I am training, this is a simulation..." Finally, the safety door on the sixth floor appeared in front of him. He rushed over and unscrewed the door handle - the moment he stepped into the safe door, he seemed to catch a glimpse from the corner of his eye at the bottom of the stairs behind him, a figure exactly like him, but with a pale face and a stiff smile, looking up at him quietly. [Simulation ends. Assessment: Survival achieved. Rule compliance: good. Performance integration: shallow, fluctuating later. Emotional control: needs to be strengthened. Encountered a derivative frightening incident (mirror shadow followed to the fifth and a half floors). Overall rating: Pass. ] Taking off his helmet, Levi was covered in cold sweat and panting violently. It took him a while to recover from the immersive fear. Although I know it is a simulation, the psychological pressure is extremely real. "The reaction was too slow. There was almost a foul on the fifth floor." Leng Yue's voice sounded next to her, and she was looking at the detailed data flow on the screen. "The role is not deep enough, which leads to insufficient support for the belief in the 'target' and is easily disturbed by fear. However, it is the first time you are exposed to strange rules and stories in a simulation. If you can reach the end alive, you are not completely scared out of your mind." She brought up another interface: "In the next few days, complete at least three simulations of different situations every day. The difficulty will gradually increase, and more distractions and rule traps will be added. Your 'acting' needs to be more skillful, and the 'self-anchoring' trigger must be faster. In addition..." Leng Yue turned around and her eyes fell on Levi's eyebrows: "In the simulation, try to feel the imprint between your eyebrows. Don't actively stimulate it, but observe whether there are subtle changes in its reaction when you face fear, perform role-playing, or even 'approach' certain twisted rules in the simulation environment. Record these feelings. We need to understand the sensitive band of this 'receiver'." Levi nodded, feeling that the road to training in the future would be even longer and heavier. At night, after completing his last meditation, Levi lay on the camp bed, but he was not sleepy. The cold feeling between the eyebrows seems to be clearer than during the day. He thought of the pale reflection he last glimpsed in the daytime simulation, the crazy and desperate records in Zhang Mingyuan's notes, and the twisted "puppets" in the Misty Mountain Sanatorium... "Starlight Theater..." He chewed the name silently. A complete "theater". What kind of "drama" will be performed there? What could be sitting in the audience? Just when his thoughts were confused and his consciousness was gradually blurring, the cold point between his eyebrows suddenly throbbed very slightly. Not pain, but an indescribable sense of detachment. As if in an instant, his hearing was infinitely zoomed in and out, and countless blurry and noisy sound fragments poured into his mind - a distant aria with electric noise? The mixed, suppressed sobs and chuckles of many people? The sound of wooden seats creaking? And... A sticky, malicious gaze that didn't come from one direction, but seemed to permeate the air. Fragments of the image also flashed: a corner of the thick scarlet velvet curtain; the densely packed, shadowy heads of the audience viewed from above; a dark, shimmering stain on the stage floor that seemed to never dry up... All of this lasted less than two seconds and disappeared immediately. Levi sat up suddenly, cold sweat soaking his back instantly. He covered his forehead, where there remained a hollow, subtle numbness after being "read" by something. Not a dream. Extremely true. The imprint... Is echoing? Receiving... A signal from some distant "theater"? He rolled out of bed, hesitated, and walked to the area where Leng Yue usually stayed up late to work. The lights were still on, and Leng Yue was facing the computer screen, her brows furrowed. "Leng Yue... Teacher." Levi spoke, his voice a little dry. Leng Yue turned her head, saw his pale face and the hand covering his forehead, and his eyes narrowed: "Did the brand react?" Levi described in detail what he felt at that moment. Leng Yue listened in silence, tapping her fingers quickly on the keyboard to bring up another piece of information. On the screen appeared a structural sketch of the "Starlight Theater", a historical briefing, and some sporadic and vague eyewitness reports. "The aria you 'heard', according to the remaining records, was the last large-scale performance before the theater was abandoned. It was the local opera "Blood Handprint"... A famous revenge tragedy." Leng Yue pointed to a piece of text, "Crying and low laughter... The residual emotions of the audience? Or... The 'actor's'?" She looked at Levi sharply: "The bird's-eye view you 'see'... May be the position of the 'director' or the 'lighting console'. That stain..." She quickly searched through the photos and found a silhouette of an accident report on the theater stage in the early years. Although it was blurry, a similar position could be seen. "Seventeen years ago, there was a stage accident. A bit actor playing the role of 'The Wrong Soul' lost his footing and fell. His head was seriously injured, and rescue efforts failed. There was a lot of blood at that time, and it is said that it took a long time to clean up." Leng Yue's tone became solemn: "Your imprint is more 'sensitive' than I thought. Not only is it passively receiving generalized 'dramatic' signals, but it also seems to be pre-resonating with the high-threat target you are about to penetrate. This proves that the intensity of narrative contamination of 'Starlight Theater' is very high, and... Its 'story core' may have some unspecified 'thematic connection' with you, or with the imprint or seeds on you." She closed the screen and looked directly at Levi: "The training plan needs to be adjusted. Accelerate the progress of the 'Basic Acting Method', and simulate the situation to focus on adding elements related to 'theatre', 'stage', and 'audience interaction'. You need to grow up faster." She paused and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid that theater can't wait any longer. It... Or something behind it, has noticed the addition of you as a 'new actor'." "There is not much time left for you to prepare." Outside the window, the city is dark at night. In the "backstage", what Levi felt was no longer a temporary safe harbor, but the final and urgent preparation camp before the storm came. The curtain of a new, more bizarre and unpredictable stage is slowly and silently opening. But he couldn't help himself, and was marked with the mark that he could not leave the game. Inside, what Levi felt was no longer a temporary safe harbor, but the final and urgent preparation camp before the storm came. The curtain of a new, more bizarre and unpredictable stage is slowly and silently opening. But he couldn't help himself, and was marked with the mark that he could not leave the game.

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He walked towards Eve, his speed gradually increased, from walking to running, and finally turned into a dark red meteor that tore the earth apart! Wherever it passes, it leaves a straight path that is completely "destroyed and shattered"! He didn't display any fancy abilities, only the purest and most primitive one that condensed all the rage and murderous intent - charge! The giant sword was dragged behind him, and the tip of the sword scratched the ground, leaving a bottomless ravine. Dark red light gathered on the sword, getting brighter and brighter, as if a world-destroying evil dragon had awakened and opened its fangs. At this moment, he is no longer "Red Flame" Zhu Ming, he is destruction itself, the rushing and unstoppable end! Facing this pure, crushing charge of destruction, Eve, whose strength was exhausted and her body was on the verge of disintegration, showed an almost desperate look for the first time in her eyes. She tried to lift the staff, trying to gather a ray of light again, but the top of the staff only flickered a few times before it completely dimmed. She could only watch helplessly as the dark red death meteor, with the momentum of annihilating everything, crashed towards her! "Ding——!" A clear but heart-stopping sound shook the ruins. Zhu Ming's giant sword, which contained the power of annihilation, slashed hard at Eve's head, but was firmly blocked by a layer of golden light that suddenly lit up. The light flows and the runes appear, absorbing and resolving the devastating impact. Luo Hao, who controlled Eve's body, was even oppressed by the terrifying aura so close at hand that he instinctively raised his arms to block. The expected death did not come, and he looked at the seemingly weak but indestructible light shield in shock. "It's 'Death Blessing'!" Bai Zhenghu's voice sounded in his consciousness in time, with the urgency of surviving a disaster, "Eve's life-saving ability can absolutely withstand a fatal attack!" In mid-air, Zhu Ming was bounced away by the reaction force of the light shield. There was no unexpected expression on his face, only a bottomless coldness. He didn't even pause for a moment, and took advantage of the momentum to soar into the sky, hovering under the darkest sky before dawn. He raised one arm high, with his fingers spread out and his palm facing the sky. In an instant, purer and more violent red energy surged out of his body crazily, converging on his palm like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea! The energy was rapidly compressed and condensed, turning into an extremely blazing fiery red sphere - its radiance was so powerful that it was like a miniature sun caught in his hands, reflecting the surrounding ruins and haze into a bloody red color! "It's his special move - 'Annihilation'!" In the pit, Eve's expression suddenly changed dramatically, and Luo Hao couldn't help but growl, with an imperceptible tremor in his voice. He asked eagerly in the sea of ​​consciousness: "Ou Mingyue! Can you block your 'Holy Light Full Countermeasure'?!" "This body has reached its limit!" Ou Mingyue's voice was filled with desperate panic, "Forcibly activating the power beyond the critical point, we will not be able to suppress the 'that' in the body!" "That is better than being blasted into dregs now!" Luo Hao's will roared, overwhelming all hesitation. The next moment, Eve, whose body surface was covered with cracks and fine lines like porcelain, raised her fingers to the sky resolutely! A golden beam of light that was far more pure and solid than any before suddenly fell down, completely covering her - it was exactly what Ou Mingyue put all her strength into - [Holy Light·Full Countermeasure]! But that's not enough! 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And above the barrier is Zhu Ming's indifferent gaze, and the wheel in his hand that is about to decide life and death - [The Day of Annihilation] After a moment of confrontation, Annihilation overturned, and the fireball flew towards Eve at an extremely fast speed. As soon as it touched the protective cover of the golden flame, the collision of the two energies caused an unparalleled explosion. The huge energy competed with each other and instantly tore the space apart. The power of the empty space was like a torn canvas, cracking a huge hole, revealing the dark and inexplicable space inside. Just after the contact, Eve already knew clearly that she couldn't resist at all, and despair surged into her heart like a tide, drowning her again. The brief energy confrontation did not last long. Zhu Ming's fireball move called annihilation tore apart Eve's golden flame protective cover with overwhelming force. The defense line constructed by the golden holy light only supported the moment in the face of this absolute "annihilation". Ou Mingyue's "Holy Light - Total Countermeasure", which she used with all her strength, failed to deflect even one point of power, and was shattered inch by inch by the devouring energy. The fireball hit Eve's body without any hindrance. "Boom!!!!" The red light of destruction swept across all directions, completely engulfing the girl's figure. After a series of explosions, the light and dust gradually dissipated. There was only a huge crater left on the ground, like a meteorite impact. A green light flickered in the deep pit, but the scene inside the pit was terrible. Most of Eve's body had been turned into charcoal, leaving only half of her head and broken upper body, like a torn doll. Although the green light from Su Jing's extreme healing was doing its best to repair her body, her flesh, flesh and bones were struggling to regenerate at a speed visible to the naked eye. But the trauma was too great. No matter how powerful Su Jing was, she could not immediately recover from the trauma she suffered at this moment. Zhu Ming had reached the top of the pit at this moment, and his cold gaze shot out a chill called despair, making the nine consciousnesses in Eve's body in the pit feel like they had fallen into a thousand-year-old ice cave. The next moment, Zhu Ming waved the giant sword in his hand and rushed straight towards Eve. His figure was like a meteor burning with red flames, hitting the deep pit where Eve was. Zhu Ming rushed to Eve and slapped her on the head, driving her head into the ground with one blow. He held up the giant sword with his other hand, the dark red tip of the sword flowing with the final light, aiming at the weakly beating heart in her chest. At this moment, a cry that was familiar enough to make Zhu Ming's soul tremble, penetrated the dead silence of the battlefield, and also penetrated his ice-like murderous intention, clearly hitting his ears: "A Ming! Don't-!"...