Black mist descends, and I and the witches take refuge in the dungeon.

The voice was similar to the voice of "Goddess's grace" that had been heard before.

It was far away, blurry, and indistinct.

But it does exist.

Mir was certain that the voice in his mind was different from the mental pollution within the black fog; it was a real voice!

The system's voice also sounded at just the right moment:

[Detected "Goddess's Gaze", Host's "Divine Anchor Point +1"]

Hearing the system's prompts in his mind, Mil suddenly felt a mix of indescribable emotions.

There was excitement, confusion, bewilderment, and fear...

He didn't understand why the goddess was looking at him, nor did he know where he was going. He felt a sense of powerlessness, as if he had no control over his own destiny.

But the next moment, Mil threw that feeling away.

If you're still worrying about things that haven't happened yet, what else is that but being mentally challenged?

"I don't quite understand why you chose me, but since you can transmit your voice within my mind, then..."

Make a deal with me: let me and those around me live, and in return, I will fulfill your requests!

Mir's words seemed somewhat abrupt in the silent black fog.

Anderbel looked at Mil with a worried expression. Without any hesitation, she stepped forward, placed her hands on Mil's shoulders, and began to shake her!

"Darling! Wake up! This is a hallucination! Don't let it distract you!"

Suddenly shaken by Andrei twice, Mir was still a little stunned. Seeing the other's worried expression, Mir immediately realized that Andrei had misunderstood him.

"An...no, darling! Wait! I'm not crazy, nor am I corrupted, I really heard it..."

This time, before Mir could finish speaking, an extremely thin, pale golden thread slowly emerged from Mir's forehead.

The next moment, the silk threads shot straight into the black mist, as if guiding Mir and the others.

"What... what is this?!"

Anderbel stared at the pale golden thread that shot out from Mir's forehead, a hint of barely suppressed surprise in his eyes.

"I remember this feeling, it's just like... just like the feeling inside the Vatican! Mr. Mir, what... what's going on?"

As Mir gazed at the pale golden thread, a fragmented, ethereal voice echoed in his mind:

"Deal...deal. Go, go to the area below the Vatican, to the statue..."

The voice was somewhat muffled, but Mir knew that the goddess in his mind had agreed to his trade request.

"That is God's guidance for us. Stay close to me and never get lost in the darkness."

"But that's the opposite direction from Norton Town. Are we really going there? Is it possible that this is just a trick by the Black Mist to deceive us?"

Listening to Andrei's concerns, Mil said softly:

"Raise the soul lamp high, even if it's a deception, we must try it. This is the only way for us to survive."

I know what you're thinking, but listen to me, darling, in the face of such a world-shaking natural disaster, it's impossible for us to escape on our own. In fact, if it weren't for a stroke of luck, we wouldn't even be qualified to be pawns.

Before becoming chess players, we must ensure our own safety. Trust me, darling, I won't let anything happen to you.

Seeing Mir's determined look, Anderbel nodded emphatically. Then, without any hesitation, the two followed the direction of the golden threads and rushed into the depths of the fog.

The Soul Lamp was held high by Mir, its warm yellow light standing out starkly in this desolate and gloomy world of black mist.

Many shadows were cast by the light in the thick fog.

Those shadows either had slender, long limbs, but their bellies were abnormally swollen.

Or perhaps it's an exaggerated swelling, and the face that's occasionally illuminated by the soul lamp is both exceptionally ugly and carries a strange smile.

Strange whispers kept coming from all around; if you listened carefully, you could hear complaints, sobs, curses, and resentment...

It was as if all the negative emotions in the world were contained within this thick fog.

But among these emotions, the most intense is an indescribable, profound sorrow.

A deep sorrow overwhelmed him, making him unable to resist the urge to end his life.

The raised soul lamp, however, is like the rising sun and hope, pulling people out of the emotional desert once again.

"Darling, how about we have three children after this black fog passes?"

Mill suddenly spoke, and the topic was abrupt and strange.

But it was this surprising topic that made Andre Bell blush, pulling her out of her previous abyss.

It was only then that Anderbel realized that his fingernails had somehow dug deep into Mil's palm.

Fresh blood even dripped from between his fingers.

Even her lips were bitten open in several places, and a strong smell of rust permeated them.

Did she do this unconsciously when she was feeling down?!

Anderbel felt a wave of shock and guilt, but then Mill's voice came again:

"Just three of them. Then we'll settle in the Elf Forest to the north. There's an Azure Lake and a Moon Well there. We'll fish and picnic by the lake during the day, and at night, we'll go see the 'Moonfall' at the Moon Well..."

Mil talked at length about the wonderful future, and as Andre listened, much of the sorrow in his mind dissipated.

"Voices of Leaders Series: Inspirational Speeches!"

A faint, extremely subtle red light flickered across Mil's lips. His words, though effective, could not stir Andrei's emotions in such a way.

It is a skill from the [Leader] sequence.

It has remarkable effects on ordinary people.

For ordinary people who believe in themselves, the effect is even more pronounced.

"Honey, I'll try my best to cook so you won't go hungry when you go fishing. I can also learn how to use a landing net and learn how to bait the area with you..."

"That would be great."

Mil smiled as he spoke to Anderbel, while his eyes scanned the surroundings.

Danger!

Danger!

It's too dangerous!

What are those things inside that black mist?!

At a previous bend, Mir saw a dense crowd of heads, like a tidal wave.

How should I put it? The black mist surged like waves, pushing those heads with eerie smiles toward Mil.

Mir could sense that those things all longed to keep him here!

And these are just appetizers.

Looking up casually, Mir saw a colossal dragon in the sky, rotting and infested with maggots, shaking its head and chewing on its own flesh and blood.

The dragon's legs were severed, and at the severed limbs were the heads of two other dragons.

The three dragon heads are all devouring each other.

Extremely wicked and bizarre!

Has the world gone mad?!

Right now, the only thing that can give Mir a sense of security is the Soul Lamp in his hand.