DreamersGN Chapter 262 A Desolate and Silent World
Chapter 262 A Desolate and Silent World
Chapter 262 A Desolate and Silent World
"Hell West Road Station? That name is... well, fitting."
Modi stepped off the train and stood on the open platform, looking around. Small mounds of corpses came into view.
Near the platform, several mountains of corpses stood, each over ten meters high, emitting a putrid stench and bringing an eerie pallor to the world.
In the distance from the platform, a few tall buildings stand silently, like tombstones made of reinforced concrete, silently and as always watching over this world.
"A dead world," Modi said, withdrawing his spiritual sense. "There doesn't seem to be much normal life around here, not even microorganisms. No wonder the signs of decay on these corpses aren't obvious."
The bodies on the outskirts of Toyama were still very fresh, not very decomposed, as if they had just died.
Su Youli stood beside him, examining the nearest mountain of corpses, and suddenly spoke: "These corpses are not all human; many of them belong to other species."
In addition to human corpses, there are also some humanoid alien corpses piled up on Mount Hu. These corpses differ from humans in skin color, appearance, and body size.
"Are these passengers brought in by the train? Or are they native to this world?"
Modi stepped forward, but before he could get close, a loud bang resounded from within the Hushan Mountain. Immediately afterwards, a large number of blood pythons surged out from within the surrounding mountains of corpses and shot towards the two of them.
The blood python was as thick as a bucket, covered in scarlet scales, and incredibly alluring. At its very front was a gaping maw with teeth like a meat grinder.
They have no eyes, but they can clearly identify the location of Mordi and his companion using another sense. Their attacks are swift and ruthless. If it were the three chosen ones in the carriage, they probably wouldn't have been able to react at all.
However, Modi and his companion were not at that level of chosen ones; they had sensed the presence of the Blood Serpent the moment they got out of the car.
Su Youli's face was solemn. She flicked her finger and shot out several beams of icy light. Her slightly parted cherry lips faintly emitted a majestic dragon roar.
The icy light struck the incoming blood with pinpoint accuracy, freezing them instantly. The dragon roar that followed spread outwards, shattering the blood pythons into ice shards and severely damaging their true forms hidden beneath the mountain of corpses.
On the other side, Modi randomly activated a witch factor, and in an instant, his body transformed into a writhing black shadow.
Once any of the blood pythons that bite him touches him, they will be sucked in by the ink-black shadow, unable to move, and will be drawn into it.
Hiss.
The blood python suddenly snapped in two, most of its body being completely swallowed by the black shadow. With a slurping sound, the black shadow sucked the blood python in like it was sucking up noodles.
The remaining half of the blood python retreated back into the mountain of corpses, trembling and too afraid to show itself again.
This was the first time they had encountered such a ferocious person, and their instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm kicked in at that moment.
"The ability to swallow anything it comes into contact with into another dimension... It's quite useful, but the way it's done it is just too disgusting."
Mo Di deactivated his ability and noticed the strange look in Su Youli's eyes. His lips twitched.
Her eyes held a hint of disdain and warning, like a wife who doesn't like durian warning her husband not to go to bed until he washes his mouth clean after seeing him eat durian.
"What's wrong with your eyes? I'm not really eating it. If you don't believe me, you can cut open my stomach and take a look." Modi shrugged and pretended to cut open his chest and abdomen.
Su Youli's eyelids twitched, and she stopped his hand. "It's not the right time yet. Let's deal with those ghostly things first."
Modi had no choice but to stop and continue walking towards the nearest mountain of corpses.
Sensing his approach, the mountain of corpses trembled, subtly revealing fear and tension.
But Modi didn't care about its thoughts. He reached out and rummaged through the corpses, discovering that the entire mountain of corpses had long since become one.
The blood python's body branched out into countless tentacles, connecting these corpses; in a sense, the entire mountain of corpses was part of it.
A flash of blood appeared, and a Blood-Transforming Divine Blade appeared in his hand. With a casual wave, the entire mountain of corpses was split in two.
A gap appeared on the surface of the mountain of corpses, through which the internal structure of the mountain could be seen.
Mo Di and his companion were immediately drawn to the scene, staring at the interior of the mountain of corpses with some surprise.
"I never imagined it looked like this inside. I thought it was some kind of indescribable thing."
Looking around, one can see a magnanimous, unseeing male corpse lying in the center, surrounded by the corpses of various creatures.
The corpse was not severely decomposed; a large hole in its chest connected to a severed, thick tentacle, which, even though it had been split in two, still trembled like a recently dead frog.
"Wait, this person doesn't seem to be dead yet," Su Youli reminded him.
Despite the large hole in his chest, the man's chest still rose and fell slightly, and his eyes slowly moved, looking in their direction.
"I saw it. I didn't expect him to still be breathing. I just don't know... whether this is the parasite's control or his own spontaneous behavior."
Mordy severed his tentacles from the other corpses and observed his reaction.
As expected, a look of pain flashed across his face, but even so, he still had a chance to live.
A faint voice drifted from his mouth with the airflow, "Hoo, you... are you the Chosen Ones?"
The voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, but the two of them could still hear it clearly.
"You know about the Chosen Ones?" Mordy raised an eyebrow. "Who are you? Why are you here?"
Whether the other party is a parasite or the original owner of the body, he doesn't plan to dwell on that for the time being, but instead intends to extract some information first.
This thing has been entrenched here for a long time; even if it's a parasite, it should know some information.
"I was once... a Chosen One."
The man spoke haltingly, seemingly not going to die anytime soon, but Modi still used his power to infuse him with some life force so that he could speak more fluently.
After being infused with a surge of life force, his complexion improved considerably, and even the severed tentacle on his chest appeared more vigorous.
"You should be able to see that this world is dead," the man exhaled a breath of stale air, his expression much better. "I was once a native of this world, and I should be one of the few remaining survivors."
Even without his reminder, the two could tell that this world was sparsely populated, like a reed about to burn out, with almost no future to speak of.
"What exactly happened to this world?" Mordy asked in a deep voice. "And how did you survive?"
Upon hearing this, the man's face showed sorrow, as if a sore spot had been touched. "Since you are also a Chosen One, you should know what is standing behind you."
"An evolution game," Mordy naturally replied.
"That's right, the Evolution Game, a vast power that has spread to countless worlds and controls a huge number of Chosen Ones."
He tried to prop himself up, but the tentacle on his chest prevented him from moving at all.
As long as that tentacle is still there, he can't move his limbs; at most, he can only move his mouth to speak.
Seeing that Modi and the other man had no intention of helping, he had no choice but to lie on the ground and continue his story.
"Do you know the ultimate goal of the evolution game?"
Mo Di and Su Youli exchanged a glance, thinking to themselves: Sure enough, the final stop of the Yellow Springs Train holds a secret.
Judging from their expressions, the man knew they were completely unaware of this, and said with a wry smile, "Actually, its name has already revealed everything. The Evolution Game, as the name suggests, its ultimate goal is naturally evolution," meaning it forces us, the Chosen Ones, onto the path of evolution.
Modim stroked his chin, processing the information he had provided.
Su Youli secretly established a spiritual connection with him and asked, "How much of what he said do you think is true?"
"His expression was natural, his vital signs were stable, and his mental state did not fluctuate drastically. It seems that he was not lying. Of course, we cannot rule out that he was a superb actor and even fooled us."
After a brief discussion with her, Modi cleared his throat and said, "What does that have to do with the decline of your world?"
"The Evolution Game is not a charity. Although it casts a wide net, it only gives each world a certain time limit. If a Chosen One who meets its needs has not been born by the time limit, it will put a test on that world."
A look of reminiscence flashed in the man's eyes, and his tone became heavy, "If we fail its test, the consequences... I'm sure you've all seen them."
After saying that, he rolled his eyes and looked towards the side away from the station.
It was a desolate wasteland, and further away stood tall buildings that resembled tombstones.
"The consequence will be the decline and destruction of the world?"
"That's right, if we can't overcome the trials, the trials will lead the world to its demise."
The man managed to calm himself down, and his expression returned to normal.
"The trial that has befallen this world is called the Calamity of Death," and over time, all life on the planet will gradually die out, including plants and microorganisms.
"That sounds pretty terrible," Mordy said noncommittally. "While it might not have a big impact on the planet itself, it would be a catastrophic disaster for any life it could support... So how did you survive?"
He looked at the mountains of corpses beside him, swung his knife and cut them open, revealing parasitized corpses that resembled men.
"And how did these survive?" he asked, pointing to the parasitized corpses.
The man reluctantly turned his head, glanced at his former companion, and gave a bitter laugh.
"Of course, it's thanks to this damned thing on our chests, the symbiote we 'Sherlock' researched."
He belonged to a faction called Carnival, which had long since perished along with the world, but its legacy remained.
For example, the tentacle that grew from his chest was what allowed him and his former companions to survive.
Of course, the role of train passengers cannot be ignored; every time a train returns, it brings some strange passengers.
Some of them had already lost their minds, while others persevered, but in any case, they would be captured by the blood python and become part of the mountain of corpses.
"Symbiosis? But this looks more like parasitism." Mordy pointed out the flaw in his statement without hesitation. "Right now, shouldn't the so-called symbiote on your bodies be the one controlling your bodies?"
The man chuckled self-deprecatingly twice, admitting it.
"You're right, now we basically have no control over our bodies... Alas, we underestimated this symbiote back then."
According to his original plan, he should have resisted the invisible calamity of death with the help of the symbiote and survived by preying on other survivors.
But he did not expect the symbiote's backlash to be so terrible, directly seizing most of his control over his body.
He survived, but lost the ability to act independently.
...The symbiote, relying on its life-detection abilities, found this platform, lurked there, and survived on the scraps delivered by the regularly stopping trains.
The man explained the information in detail, but as he spoke, his tone became increasingly indifferent, and his eyes grew more and more like a stagnant pool.
From his eyes, Modi could vaguely see a death wish, which was perhaps why he answered whatever questions he was asked.
"How much do you know about this train?" Su Youli suddenly asked.
In a decaying world, long abandoned by the evolution game, the sudden appearance of a train capable of traveling between the two worlds is certainly worthy of investigation.
"I don't know much about this train either," the man slowly shook his head. "Before my world collapsed, I remember this was just an ordinary station, and this strange train never appeared here."
"The train only started appearing regularly after the Silence of Death swept across the globe. It seems to be some kind of copy."
He paused, recalling something from his hazy memory, and said, "I once heard a rumor that worlds that fail to pass the test are turned into dungeons by the evolution game. If this rumor is true, then my world... has probably already become your dungeon."
After hearing his words, Modi couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
The evolutionary game behind the Chosen Ones seems to have quite a background. It can turn multiple worlds into a chessboard and even create copies of them to manipulate. This ability is at least at the level of an Immortal.
He figured he probably couldn't handle such a behemoth.
However, the Evolution Game seems to be intentionally cultivating Chosen Ones. What would happen if my Blood God Child could meet its requirements? Does the Evolution Game actually have self-awareness? And who is its creator?
With various doubts lingering in his mind, he temporarily suppressed them and instead asked one last question.
"After saying all that, do you have any requests?"
Considering the amount of information he had provided, Modi was willing to agree to any of his requests as long as they weren't excessive.
"Yes," the man said, his eyes widening as he stared intently at him, no longer concealing his inner turmoil, "kill us."
Having been controlled by the symbiote for so long, his memories had become blurred, and most of his intelligence had been erased. He lived a life worse than death, hiding in a mountain of corpses every day, yet he could not die.
He had finally found someone who could deal with the Blood Python, and he couldn't miss this opportunity.
"I'll grant your wish." Modi nodded, a tangible cold glint flashing in his eyes.
Having just learned the Light Arts of the Darklight Council, this is a good opportunity to put them to the test.
A flash of cold light stirred up some memories in the man. He quickly condensed the information he wanted to convey into a mental signal and sent it to Modi.
Immediately afterwards, the cold light entered his body, shattering his soul.
With a peaceful smile, the man closed his eyes forever.