The past was built upon collecting unique characteristics.

The place where I stood was a patch of withered, blackened flowers and plants, which should have been a garden shrouded in mist. A dilapidated fountain stood in the center of the garden, and the face of the stone angel was weathered and peeling away.

Behind us was a dried-up, dirty river, and across the river was a grove of withered trees that was difficult to see.

Not far ahead, a huge, dilapidated manor appeared in the mist.

The manor is a typical Gothic building, with many parts showing signs of collapse, and the exterior walls covered with moss and climbing vines.

It's bizarre, absolutely bizarre.

He frowned slightly, surveyed his surroundings, and found that the signs of life here were terrifyingly weak.

It was as if the place had been subjected to some kind of biological weapon, a scene where no living beings had been active for a long time.

Where the hell did this come from?! Morian couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh.

I only remember pushing open that gray door and then arriving at this strange place.

So, how do I get back?

While pondering, he quickly reached out and touched various parts of his suit to check if his belongings were intact.

The Key of Chaos is still there, and the Rainbow Blade and Radiance were not lost either. Fortunately, this bizarre "time travel" did not cause any damage.

Grasping the silver key in his hand, Morian began to infuse it with spiritual energy, attempting to open a passage to leave this strange place.

The key did not respond.

...Can't it be developed? Because it's too far away?

It's impossible that I've somehow ended up in a completely different world!

Morian felt uneasy and then tried out his other abilities to see if they could be used normally.

Experiments revealed that most abilities can be activated here, but their effectiveness will be somewhat affected.

For example, the "Travel" ability, which originally allowed movement up to six or seven meters, now only allows movement up to three or four meters, and the spiritual energy consumed has increased exponentially.

Only now did he become more convinced that he might have really arrived in a completely different world.

The abilities brought from the original world will be "suppressed" here by certain rules.

As for how to leave, that remains unknown.

Just then, Morian suddenly sensed a “watchful gaze” coming from deep within the manor, and his heart instantly became alert.

The gaze was very clear, without any concealment, it was a direct stare directed at me.

And right now, the only road seems to be this path leading to the manor.

He could only take it one step at a time... Morian exhaled and walked along the path toward the dilapidated manor.

The dead trees in the garden looked like ghosts in the mist, their branches waving wildly in the wind like arms, which was unsettling.

About two minutes later, he arrived at the entrance to the manor. The two gates, four or five meters high, were half-open, as if ready to welcome him, this unexpected guest.

Behind the door was a spacious hall, but it was incredibly dark, as if no light could penetrate it.

In fact, the overall decoration style of the manor is very luxurious, with scarlet carpets and a floor height of four or five meters, comparable to the White Rose Palace.

However, there were no lights along the way, and the only way to see the debris scattered on the ground was by the light from the broken windows.

Morian cautiously ventured deeper and came to a long corridor.

The walls here are adorned with many meaningful paintings, seemingly testifying to the owner's exceptional taste. However, many of these paintings are in a state of partial damage, and their contents can barely be discerned.

On the right side of the corridor were tightly closed doors that could not be pushed open to enter. As he continued along the corridor, he soon stepped into another double door.

Behind the door was a huge banquet hall, with long dining tables set with silver cutlery and crystal glasses.

The moment he stepped into this place, Morian's pupils suddenly contracted.

In the banquet hall, most of the tableware had been overturned, food was spilled everywhere, and the surrounding area was a mess.

Even more bizarrely, many of the foods showed signs of being gnawed on, with clear tooth marks on the meat and bones, as if a group of extremely hungry people had once feasted here.

However, the banquet hall was empty at that moment.

As he walked around observing, his gaze suddenly fell on a patch of bright red on the ground.

Bloodstains!

And it was fresh blood!

The dark red blood seeped into the floor, flowing intermittently down the corridor.

"Is this a murder?" Morian's heart skipped a beat, but he immediately dismissed the idea.

Because the amount of bleeding was so great, if there was murder involved, then there would definitely be more than one victim.

Following the trail of blood, one could see that the bloodstains became increasingly dense, gradually changing from drops to drags, and finally to splattering across the walls.

The air was thick with the stench of rusty blood, as if this were not a manor but a slaughterhouse.

Just as he was halfway there, a piercing scream came from the depths of the corridor.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

This was followed by more chaotic footsteps and more terrified cries:

"Run! Monster! That monster is catching up!"

"Help! Help me—!"

Morian quickened his pace and ran deeper into the corridor.

Soon, dozens of people appeared running in the opposite direction in a panic, their faces filled with despair and fear.

At the end of the corridor, behind the crowd, a large figure was walking slowly towards them.

The figure was nearly three meters tall, with a bulky, mountain-like build. It was covered in heavy, spiked iron tools, dragging a huge, blood-stained cleaver in its right hand and carrying a string of rusty iron hooks and chains in its left, which scraped against the ground with a screeching sound.

His head was not human-shaped, but rather large and swollen, like a giant pig's head, with eyes that had long been stained blood red and had no pupils.

The pig-headed monster's every step caused the floor to tremble slightly, slowly driving people into a corner and enjoying their desperate escape.

Seeing this scene, Morian couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart.

What kind of monster is this? A pig-headed butcher?!

A woman who had fallen to the back collapsed to the ground. She looked back at the approaching butcher and cried out in despair.

Morian tried to stop him, but it was too late.

The butcher stopped in his tracks, and the meat cleaver fell to the ground.

There was no blood splattering. The moment the woman was slashed, her body trembled violently like smoke, then quickly thinned out, eventually turning into a wisp of gray smoke, which was absorbed into the stains on the butcher's apron.

The butcher let out a deep, satisfied snort, as if it came from deep within his chest.

The others screamed in even greater terror, desperately pushing against a tightly closed door in front of them, but the door remained unmoved.

After killing the woman, the two red lights on the pig-headed monster's head locked onto Morian's direction, as if it had smelled fresh prey.