The past was built upon collecting unique characteristics.

It is unknown how much time passed, but this inhumane experiment finally came to an end when the last gray rat was sent away.

After separating the blade and the gun, Morian put the "Siren" into the holster and casually tucked the blade into his waistband.

He was about to leave the containment space when his steps involuntarily stopped, and his gaze fell once again on the gray door.

The dim light flowing across the surface of the door seemed to whisper, enticing others to step into an unknown world.

Since you don't plan to take on any more commissions in the short term, why not take the initiative to look for some opportunities?

The other broken worlds behind the door... I don't know how dangerous they are... but this is indeed the best way to improve my strength... Morian stared at the door, pondering briefly.

He could clearly sense that he was quite close to advancing to the next stage, perhaps only needing some opportune moment to help him.

His previous accidental experience not only gave him two new abilities, but also a powerful contained creature, which he quickly converted into combat power.

In reality, simply accepting commissions step by step and seeking promotion by collecting information and materials is not fast enough and may not necessarily translate into effective improvement in a timely manner.

Should they give it a try...? Morian hesitated, a vague guess forming in his mind.

This mysterious gray-white door seems to "match" the world of corresponding difficulty based on his current strength.

Judging from the Misty Manor at that time, even if they weren't of similar strength, they probably wouldn't be much higher than his own rank.

The accumulation of combat experience is extremely rare and valuable.

After much deliberation, Morian decided to give it a try, so he gathered his scattered thoughts and stepped toward the gray gate.

Upon reaching the door, he placed his hand directly on its surface, his fear of the unknown gone.

With a gentle push, the door opened, as if it had been waiting for someone to arrive.

This time, no dazzling light overwhelmed him.

Behind the door lay an unfathomable darkness, with thick, viscous black liquid constantly writhing, exuding an aura of deathly stillness.

Without pausing, Morian stepped into the darkness.

Suddenly, a familiar feeling of detachment and dizziness washed over me, even more intense than at other times.

He felt as if he had been thrown into a vast ocean, or into a dream world even deeper than a deep dream.

When the sense of reality returned to my body, my vision was filled with endless gray-white mist.

When Morian regained consciousness, the first thing he did was to assess his situation.

The surroundings were a very uneven gravel path, with darkness covering both sides and rocks of various shapes vaguely visible blocking the way.

What's unbearable is that not only is there a light mist in the air, limiting visibility, but there's also an omnipresent chill that can penetrate the body and try to erode one's vitality.

"This kind of environment again..." Morian frowned and withdrew his gaze from the mist.

Although the cold, damp atmosphere around you won't cause direct harm to your body, staying in this environment for a long time can still have some negative effects, especially on your mental health.

After a moment's thought, he immediately took out the badge given to him by the church from his pocket and infused it with spiritual essence.

A few seconds later, the surface of the badge suddenly glowed brightly, like a small lamp, covering an area of ​​about three meters around it, forming an elliptical moving light source.

Wherever the light reached, the chilling aura was instantly dispelled, making him feel much more comfortable, and his body regained its warmth.

For some timid people, the effect of this little gadget is even more immediate.

"It seems this thing is useful not only for dealing with fear, but also for combating this chilling aura of death."

Morian was pleasantly surprised, and then, holding the badge, he slowly walked forward along the only path.

In this process, the scenery is not all monotonous roads, but also some forks in the road that cross rocks and lead to other places.

However, he did not rashly change direction and continued along the straight road he had initially taken.

All around was deathly silent, with only the echoes of breathing and heartbeats.

After walking for about ten minutes, the road ahead was suddenly blocked by a rock.

Then, footsteps and a strange, crisp sound came from behind the rocks.

Click, click!

The sound of bones colliding and rubbing together was clearly audible.

Lowering his pace, Morian cautiously approached the rock, using its massive size as cover to observe the situation.

The road ahead turned into a flat open space, and in that darkness, some strange figures suddenly appeared.

Looking around, one could see a group of skeletons wielding shields and iron swords.

The skeletons wore simple armor, as if they were soldiers in life, but their movements were somewhat stiff, and there were more than a dozen of them.

They wander aimlessly, seemingly without self-awareness, carrying out simple activities purely on instinct.

Looking further ahead, there were several transparent and blurry figures, floating around like ghosts, occasionally letting out a sobbing sound.

What truly caught Morian's attention was the undead knight wielding a lance.

The warhorse beneath it was also a special creature, its eyes burning with intense, eerie green flames, its hooves clattering heavily on the gravel road.

So many undead creatures?! Morian was somewhat surprised, recognizing them at a glance.

It wasn't because of extensive knowledge, but because those features were simply too easy to recognize.

Okay, I'd better not bother you.

After seeing the number of enemies, he immediately planned to retreat and find another way forward, not wanting to engage in battle rashly.

However, as a living person, he had only been near for a short time when the eyes of these undead creatures all locked onto the intruder's direction.

Then, without warning, a series of shrill screams rang out.

Ahhh—!

Upon hearing the sound, Morian froze instantly, feeling a sharp, stabbing pain in his head, almost causing him to lose consciousness.

At that moment, the "Diling Necklace" she was wearing around her neck suddenly shattered and turned into fine dust.

Morian instantly regained his senses and saw that the ghosts in the distance were emitting shrieks, while some nearby skeletons had already raised their iron swords and surrounded him.

They can sense the presence of the living! He reacted quickly, reaching for the holster at his waist and pointing the Siren's gun at the nearest skeleton.

boom!

The "Tide Sonic Bullet," imbued with spiritual energy, was fired and struck the skull in the head. The impact blew off the helmet, revealing the cracked skull.

With the "Hunter's Mark" buff, Morian hardly needs to aim; his ranged attacks can accurately hit the target.

Almost simultaneously, the "Siren's" properties were triggered.