The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

[Enter Wasteland Era.]

【Now!】

That familiar voice, like an invisible needle, instantly pierced Mo Fang's brain nerves.

His body stiffened slightly without warning.

This is... the voice of the shop... owner.

It seems the other party wasn't exaggerating at all; from the moment the contract was signed, my life was in their hands.

Mo Fang, who was calm and composed just a second ago, was completely interrupted by this command from another world.

Life offers countless choices, and no matter what you choose, the path you didn't take always seems the best.

Only by making a move without regret can one stay true to one's original aspirations.

Therefore, he has absolutely no regrets!

Mo Haoyan keenly noticed his son's unusual behavior.

"What's wrong?"

Mo Fang did not answer, but simply shook his head.

Then he turned around and walked towards the study door without saying a word.

There was no farewell, no explanation.

The resolute look in his back made Mo Haoyan's outstretched hand freeze in mid-air.

He watched as the door closed again, plunging the study back into darkness and silence.

Mo Haoyan slowly sat back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the pile of silvery-white powder on the carpet, which lingered for a long time.

A completely new perspective is brewing in his mind.

the other side.

Mo Fang returned to his room and immediately put on his gaming helmet.

A cold, mechanical sensation enveloped my head, and my vision instantly plunged into darkness.

Light and shadow shift and change.

When Mo Fang opened his eyes again, he was already in the safe zone.

It was right in front of Lin Mo's general store, the place where he had logged off earlier.

As soon as he regained his footing, that familiar voice rang in his mind again.

Go to coordinates 2532, 11004 and help me meet some friends.

friend?

Mo Fang chewed on this word.

What kind of person would Lin Mo call a friend?

Is he someone with special abilities, just like the shop owner?

He was sensible enough not to ask any further questions.

Under the constraints of the master-servant contract, he doesn't need to understand, he only needs to execute.

After opening the map and confirming the coordinates, Mo Fang set off immediately without delay.

That coordinate is outside the safe zone, in an area on the edge of the city ruins.

Broken walls and exposed plaques, everywhere was scarred by battle.

Mo Fang traversed the ruins and quickly found the destination indicated by the coordinates.

An abandoned office building.

The appearance of this building is truly bizarre.

The entire building looked as if it had been sliced ​​in half diagonally from the middle by an enormous, sharp blade.

The other half of the space that had been cut away was now filled with a dense, layered expanse of enormous spider webs.

The spiderwebs glowed eerily in the night, forming a twisted structure that was both incomplete and complete.

Mo Fang stood in front of the building, looking up at this terrifying creation that could be described as a work of art.

"What kind of 'friend' are we going to meet this time?"

After seeing these strange things, Mo Fang's curiosity grew even stronger.

I took a deep breath and walked straight in without hesitation.

There are no doors inside the building.

Upon entering, the scene before him caused Mo Fang to pause slightly.

It was dark outside, but unusually bright inside.

The light source comes from the walls, the ceiling, and the countless fist-sized glowing spiders on the spider webs.

They emitted a cold, eerie blue light, illuminating the entire dilapidated hall as if it were a scene from a fantasy movie.

As the Mo Fang entered, the spiders that were crawling on the ground seemed to receive some kind of command and retreated to both sides, making way for a passage.

They lay quietly on the spider web beside them, their eight compound eyes staring intently at the uninvited guest, their mouthparts emitting a faint but threatening hiss.

It was as if it was warning him not to deviate from the designated route.

Mexico turned a blind eye to this.

He had arrived at his destination, but all he saw were spiders.

All kinds of spiders, strange and unusual.

The variety of these spiders is thousands of times greater than that in an encyclopedia of insects.

"Where is the friend I'm supposed to see?"

Ding--! !

Just as he looked around, searching for the next clue.

From deep within the lobby, the crisp sound of an old-fashioned elevator arriving at its floor could be heard.

The sound seemed particularly abrupt in the deathly silent hall.

Mo Fang followed the sound.

He saw that the elevator shaft, which should have been dilapidated and incomplete, had been completely restored to its original state by spider silk and some kind of metallic substance.

At least on the surface, it is as good as new.

An elevator that looked rather old was sitting there quietly.

next second.

The elevator doors slid open slowly to both sides.

The room was empty, with only a faint blue light flowing across the metal walls.

After a moment's thought, Mo Fang stepped inside.

He had no other choice.

The elevator doors closed behind him.

Immediately afterwards, a smooth feeling of liftoff came over me.

There was no buzzing of electricity, nor the friction of steel cables.

This elevator, which has no power supply, is now moving upwards at a constant speed in a strange way.

Through the small window on the elevator door, he could see the floor structure covered in cobwebs rushing past outside.

And deep within the spiderweb, a giant spider, as big as a truck, is using one of its limbs to hook onto the spider silk connecting to the elevator, pulling the entire car upwards.

It turned out to be the case.

Having cleared up his doubts, Mo Fang stopped paying attention to the outside world.

Soon, the elevator jolted slightly and came to a stop.

The door opened again.

Stepping out of the elevator, you are greeted by a walkable passageway made of a mixture of thick spider webs and metal plates.

On both sides of the passage was bottomless darkness, with only scattered blue lights in the distance suggesting that more spiders were lurking there.

This is the only road.

Mo Fang walked forward along the passage.

The sound of footsteps was particularly clear in the open space.

At the end of the passage was a double wooden door, with intricate patterns carved on it that had become blurred.

One of the doors was ajar.

Mo Fang reached out and gently pushed open the door.

Inside was a spacious conference room.

The huge French windows were covered with cobwebs, with only a few rays of moonlight struggling to penetrate, intertwining with the blue light inside the room.

A long, rectangular conference table was placed in the center.

At the head of the conference table sat a person.

A woman with a figure so hot it makes your blood boil.

She wore a boldly tailored black leather outfit that perfectly accentuated her stunning curves.

Her long, wine-red curly hair was casually draped over her shoulders, which made her skin look even whiter than snow.

At this moment, she was resting her chin on one hand and playing with a human finger bone in the other, seemingly getting a little impatient.

Hearing the door open, she slowly raised her head.

A pair of alluring eyes met Mo Fang's gaze in mid-air.

The moment their eyes met.

The impatience on his face instantly turned into smiles.

That look was incredibly alluring.

at the same time.

An information panel, visible only to Mo Fang, suddenly appeared above the woman's head.

Mona, the Plague Witch

[Level: Lord]

Combat Power: 94143

Combat Rank: A