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Chapter 553 A New World

After slowly absorbing the memories of his clone, Erin finally understood what his clone had gone through "after death".

The Demon Within, Mephisto, the terrifying figure that suddenly appeared on the Throne of Dread, the destructive lightning bolt that swept across realms to Asgard, and the figure clad in yellow robes that the clone vaguely glimpsed in the instant the void shattered...

With each additional figure that appeared in his mind, Erin's expression grew increasingly grim.

Although he had not yet figured out the truth about his own death and the near annihilation of his clone, looking back, based on the scattered fragments of information, Erin seemed to have grasped a part of the truth.

It turns out that this warning, which seemed to be caused by the Witchheart Demon and Mephistos, was not as simple as he had imagined.

Or rather, it wasn't just the Witchheart Demon and Mephisto who wanted him dead.

Thinking of this, Erin couldn't help but smile wryly.

"So... is this the true weight of the crisis that prompted the scales of fate to raise their warning?"

"In the end, I underestimated this warning!"

At that moment, Erin seemed to suddenly understand the true weight of the warning the scales of fate were giving him.

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He took a deep breath and exhaled the stale air from his body.

Erin suddenly felt a tingling, itchy sensation rising up on his body.

Looking down, Erin suddenly discovered that his exposed skin was covered with countless pale-colored buds.

"This is······"

Looking at the chilling scene on his body, Erin frowned slightly.

However, he quickly figured out the reason for the strange condition on his body.

The crisis that triggered the scales of fate was not as simple as Erin had imagined. However, Erin's immediate priority was to suppress the persistent curse on her body and figure out where she was...

The destructive lightning bolt that blasted down on Asgard across dimensions not only contained terrifying power to destroy everything, but also carried a terrifying curse.

Although the clone did its best to avoid being destroyed by the lightning of destruction, it was inevitably entangled by the terrifying curse carried by the lightning of destruction.

The reason why the clone was so eager to merge with Erin was because he was already seriously injured and couldn't hold on any longer.

Under the corrosive influence of that curse, countless vengeful spirits seemed to waile and curse around the clone every moment, frantically churning its spiritual essence...

After merging with the clone, the curse that had been tainted on the clone naturally entangled Erin.

Fortunately.

Unlike his clone, Erin was not severely damaged by the spatial storm and almost lost his spirituality.

However, this curse that nearly caused the clone to lose control was indeed terrifying.

After the twins merged, Erin, whose spirituality and inner strength increased exponentially, still found it extremely difficult to face this curse.

Suddenly to the left, suddenly to the right, suddenly up, suddenly down... eerie whispers that occasionally echo around me, even deep within my soul...

Silently and imperceptibly, it eroded his own flesh and blood, constantly stirring up the uncontrollable cursed power within him...

Seeing the horrifying scene that quickly turned into a chilling mess simply because he hadn't paid attention for a moment, Erin sat down on the ground and closed his eyes.

By maintaining a calm and unwavering mind, Erin used meditation to suppress his increasingly out-of-control flesh and chaotic spirit, and slowly recover from his mental exhaustion.

After about twenty or thirty minutes, the writhing flesh buds on Erin's naked body all disappeared and merged into the flesh.

After suppressing the out-of-control flesh and blood.

Erin did not stop meditating. Instead, he used a deeper level of meditation to gather and suppress the strange curse, and then "lock" it deep into his own flesh and blood.

"call!"

After an unknown amount of time, having managed to temporarily lock that strange curse deep within himself, Erin let out a long breath and then got up from the ground.

After picking up the clothes that had fallen from the ground in front of him, Erin buttoned them up one by one, then went to the only mirror on the wall of the gravedigger's hut and examined his current appearance.

The Erin in the mirror was completely hairless, with pale features and sunken eyes, looking like a consumptive ghost crawling out of hell.

suddenly.

The flesh and blood on Erin's face began to writhe, and the flesh and blood and skin underwent strange changes, like a half-melted block of wax.

The sunken eye sockets began to fill out, the pale skin began to return to its normal color, even the eyelashes that had disappeared on the face and the eyebrows grew back, and a head of thick, black hair grew on the head.

In just a second or two, Erin returned to his previous appearance.

After gazing at herself in the mirror for a while, Erin's lips curled into a slight smile.

"Indeed, it looks better this way."

After chuckling softly, Erin's eyes suddenly deepened.

"Now that the physical problems are temporarily resolved, it's time to figure out where we are."

The clone, barely escaping into this world through a fleeting spatial rift, aims to revive the original body before it collapses and goes out of control.

There was simply no time to explore the world.

After managing to gather some common auxiliary materials, he hurriedly found a relatively safe place and, with the help of materials he had prepared in advance, resurrected the original body.

Then, unable to hold on any longer, he merged with his original self and fell into an indefinite slumber.

Ok.

It means eternal sleep, literally.

I don't know if it's because of a curse, or if it got contaminated by some unknown thing in the spatial storm.

Erin could sense an immense amount of negative energy accumulating within his clone, far exceeding the initial safety threshold he had set. In fact, it could be said that the clone was already on the verge of spiraling out of control.

If it weren't for the near-obsessive belief in his clone that he could revive himself before losing control, he probably would have already gone out of control.

That's why Erin had a premonition.

If I use the Twin Avatar technique again before solving this problem, splitting off my chaotic side to create clones, my clones will likely go out of control the moment they are created, and then... cause something irreversible.

shook his head.

After temporarily putting the matter of the clone out of my mind.

Erin walked to the door of the gravedigger's hut and opened the door leading to the outside world.

"Creak!"

As the old wooden axle turned, a whole new world slowly opened before Erin.

(End of this chapter)