Devil's Bible

Naims listed various possibilities.

But it also felt unlikely.

Given his current state, if someone truly senses their own destiny and then fabricates it...

Or perhaps there really is some kind of change in spacetime, which he is likely able to sense now given his abilities.

Nemus was confident in this. Even the sun god would find it difficult to completely overlook him and leave no trace.

However, when Nemus examined his own fate and the changes in time and space, he found no problem.

With this question in mind, Nemus put away the broken sword and searched around, but found nothing else unusual.

The current situation of the head of the Dartmenley family has long been attributed to 'Source Matter'.

Its own thoughts have been materialized, meaning it still looks like a human form, but in reality it has long since become a puddle of mud.

In this situation, the other party is already beyond saving.

Of course, even if there were a way to save him, Nemus had no reason to save him.

He could sense that he shouldn't move too violently in this place of slumber.

Bringing the Queen of Hearts out of her slumber and back to life on the second lap was already a limit.

"If we continue to prevent people from returning in the third lap, then I'm afraid this will that forces people into slumber will increase rapidly." Nemus carefully sensed the changes in the surrounding power.

Then, it tentatively injects its own power into the surroundings, thus forming a layout.

But it turned out that this was basically impossible.

Once the power leaves the body, even if one injects an artificial soul into it to imbue that part of the power with its own spirituality, it will be useless.

In just a few minutes, these forces will quickly dissipate and return to the 'source substance'.

The setup only lasts for a few minutes and is of little use.

Nems then abandoned this action and stopped wasting his energy.

They then continued walking inwards, entering the fourth lap.

According to Nems's estimate, the entire Sleeping Land likely only has four to five rings.

As soon as the fourth lap began, the dormant will intensified once again.

This is a flat area with virtually no landmarks in sight.

Soon, Nemus saw the 'center' of the Sleeping Land.

There is a pit in the center.

When Nemus saw the pit, he felt a powerful attraction emanating from it.

It was as if that was his true home, and he had to return there.

Resisting the pull and temptation, Nemes did not rashly approach the central pit.

The fourth lap isn't very big; even if Nemes strolled around it, it wouldn't take him more than a few minutes.

During this procession, Nemus discovered some unusual traces.

"I don't want to die!" These were the words written on the ground.

The words themselves weren't anything special, but no matter how Naim looked at them, they seemed strangely familiar.

just like……

“It’s the same as what I wrote.” Nemus thought for a moment, took out the broken sword, and then, below this line of text, used the broken sword to write these words in his own way.

Upon closer inspection, one will find that the two lines of text are very similar, with only minor differences in some details.

The original line of text clearly reflected the owner's fear and the other person's inner despair.

The words written by Nemes in the line below, however, convey a sense of resilience.

“I wrote it, a different version of myself,” Nems concluded.

"In this world, which possesses spacetime-related abilities, it's normal for another version of me to emerge."

"Not to mention, the one who currently controls the divine spark of time and space is the Sun God. It's not incomprehensible that he would resort to such methods to deal with me." Nemus frowned, feeling something was off. Then, Nemus erased what he had written.

Naims paused slightly, looking at the erased words.

Then he quickly looked at the 'soil' that served as the carrier.

Nemes crouched down, took the soil in his hands, closed his eyes, and began to sense the cause and effect and the atmosphere of time and space in the soil.

Then, as soon as he let go, the soil quickly began to reshape itself according to the cause and effect, revealing the words "I don't want to die".

Then, the soil was repeatedly wiped away and then 'gathered' again, appearing in front of Nemus time and time again.

Naim looked at the words and counted them carefully, finding that they appeared six times in total.

Including the time when the writing wasn't erased from the ground, similar writing appeared a total of seven times.

"So, there are a total of seven similar versions of me?" Nemus could see the subtle differences in each handwriting.

Then, after estimating the time on the soil, they found that the time it took for the writing to appear varied greatly each time.

It has been at least a thousand years, or even longer, so long that the traces of time are blurred.

Nems felt increasingly uneasy. He stood up and searched again, but didn't find many traces.

Then they could only head towards the central pit.

As they approached the center, Nemus discovered that the dormant will had intensified once again, in a step-by-step manner.

This means that the center position is the fifth lap.

Naims carefully sensed this oppressive force and came to a general conclusion.

If one does not possess the mark of mud, then a large part of one's willpower will be used to resist this oppression.

If it were anyone else, even an individual like Kru, they would immediately fall into a deep sleep if they were here.

Nemes took a deep breath and looked at the pit.

The pit was bottomless; after going in a few meters, it was completely dark.

This darkness is not simply the absence of light, but rather the internal information being blocked by something, preventing it from escaping.

Otherwise, if it were just darkness, Nemus would be able to see perfectly well in the absence of light.

Nemes slowly descended along the edge, and only then could he see what was inside.

A downward staircase appeared beneath their feet.

Standing on the steps, Nemus looked up and could only see a hole in the light.

There seemed to be another person leaning down at the edge of the light cave, who appeared to be another version of himself.

At the same time, Nemus carefully sensed it and found that his connection with his main body was still maintained, and he could clearly transmit various information.

However, upon closer inspection, it can be discovered that there seems to be a strong separation between the two sides' time and space.

He was unable to clearly sense external time information through his connection with his physical body.

What was originally a one-way connection has become a complex state, resulting in a peculiar distortion in the perception of the outside world.

As he descended the stairs, Nems soon made a discovery—a corpse.

Judging from the direction the body was facing, it was trying to escape.

It's just a pity that he collapsed on that final stretch of the road.

He had a very obvious wound on his body.

A fist-sized hole ran through him from front to back.

The clothes this person was wearing looked somewhat familiar.

Nemes turned it over.

They then discovered that the clothes were paladin robes specially made by the Anin family.

The corpse was named Nemus Anin. (End of Chapter)