All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

He hesitated.

This village looked too dangerous, as if stepping into it would lead to utter ruin. Yet, it was the only place he could see that might offer any hope of survival, and his only way out.

Just as he was hesitating, an extremely strong sense of crisis suddenly swept over his entire body like a tsunami!

The sense of crisis was stronger than ever before, more terrifying than being targeted by a strange beast, and more desperate than being devoured by the power of anger. It was as if he would be completely torn apart and reduced to nothingness by some unknown force in the next second.

Yao Guang's body tensed instantly, his pupils contracted sharply, and the hairs on his body stood on end. His instincts, honed through years of battle, allowed him to react almost instantly.

"Whoosh—!"

He suddenly raised his hand, drew the pulse gun from his waist, quickly aimed the muzzle at the village ahead, and gripped the trigger tightly, ready to fire at any moment.

At the same time, he quickly took a step back, his sharp gaze sweeping over every corner of the village and the surrounding withered trees, carefully checking all possible places of danger.

"What on earth is that?!"

He let out a low shout, his voice trembling slightly, not out of fear, but because the sense of crisis that penetrated to his very bones was so intense that he could not fully control his body.

His gaze was fixed on the village doors, the twisted, withered trees, and the strange hanging objects, not missing a single subtle anomaly.

But no matter how hard he searched, he found no trace of anything.

The village remained as desolate and dilapidated as ever. Doors were tightly shut, and there was no sound. The surrounding withered forest was still as eerie and menacing as ever, with nothing emerging and no unusual noises.

It was as if the intense sense of crisis he had just felt was still just his imagination.

But Yao Guang knew that it was definitely not an illusion.

The feeling of being on the verge of death was so real that his heart was still pounding wildly, and his palms were covered in cold sweat, his hand gripping the pulse gun tightly trembling slightly.

He didn't put down the pulse gun, remaining in a guarded posture, his eyes scanning his surroundings warily, his body slightly tense, ready to deal with any potential danger at any moment.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

In the deathly silent forest, only the heavy thumping of his heart and the occasional crunch of fallen leaves beneath his feet could be heard. The atmosphere was extremely oppressive, as if something terrifying might leap out from the shadows at any moment and shatter the stillness.

Yao Guang's breathing became increasingly rapid, and the power of anger within his body became increasingly restless, as if, after sensing the danger from the outside world, it wanted to break through his suppression and erupt completely.

He gritted his teeth, desperately suppressing the anger surging within him, while also trying to calm his agitated mind. His gaze remained sharp and wary as he stared intently at the village ahead.

He knew that those things hidden in the shadows were still watching him, waiting for him to reveal a weakness.

He must not panic or act rashly.

He had to stay calm, he had to find what was hidden in the shadows, he had to find a way out of here, and he had to survive.

Just then, his gaze inadvertently swept over a dilapidated mud-brick house on the very edge of the village.

The walls of that mud-brick house had collapsed more than halfway, and the door was dilapidated and tightly closed. But in the instant his gaze swept over it, he seemed to see that the dilapidated door sway slightly.

It happened in an instant, so subtle that it seemed like his illusion.

Yao Guang's pupils contracted slightly again, and he immediately pointed the gun at the dilapidated mud-brick house, staring intently at the old door, not daring to breathe.

He held his breath, observing carefully and waiting, wanting to confirm whether the sway just now was his imagination.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Time passed slowly, and the dilapidated door stopped shaking completely, as if what had just happened was merely his imagination.

But the unease in Yao Guang's heart grew stronger and stronger.

He could feel the chilling gaze growing denser and stronger, as if countless eyes were hiding in every house in the village, behind every withered tree, staring intently at him, their eyes filled with greed and malice, as if waiting for the perfect moment to pounce and devour him.

His body was still trembling slightly, and the power of anger within him was becoming increasingly agitated, almost breaking through his suppression. He could feel his mind becoming blurred little by little, as if he was about to be completely devoured by that eerie atmosphere and the power of anger within him.

"No...this can't be..."

Yao Guang muttered to herself, gritting her teeth, using all her strength to suppress the anger within her body, forcing herself to stay awake.

He knew that once he lost his mind, once he was completely consumed by the power of anger, he would become the crazed killing machine in his memories, not only unable to find a way out, but also possibly easily devoured by those things hidden in the shadows.

He shook his head violently, trying to clear his mind. His gaze swept across the village ahead and the surrounding withered trees again, and he made a decision.

No matter how dangerous the road ahead, no matter how strange the village, he had to go in.

This was his only way out, and his only hope of survival.

He took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, gripped the pulse gun tightly again, his gaze becoming increasingly determined, and slowly strode towards the village.

With each step, the chilling gaze intensifies; with each step, the sense of impending death grows stronger; with each step, the anger within the body stirs more restlessly.

But he did not stop or back down; he continued to walk steadily toward the village.

We're getting closer and closer to the village.

Five meters, four meters, three meters...

He could clearly see the cracks in the doors, smell the stench of decay and sweetness emanating from the village, even stronger than in the dead forest, and sense the increasingly greedy and burning gaze of those hidden in the shadows.

Just as he was only one meter away from the village entrance, that intense sense of crisis swept over him again, several times stronger than before!

At the same time, he heard an extremely faint and eerie "sneer".

The laughter was invisible and intangible, seemingly coming from all directions, or perhaps from the depths of his mind. It was cold and eerie, carrying a strange mockery and a strong malice that made his scalp tingle and his heart chill.

Yao Guang's body froze instantly, his finger gripping the trigger of his pulse gun tightly, ready to fire at any moment. His sharp gaze swept across the surroundings as he roared, "Come out! Come out now! Stop hiding in the shadows and playing tricks!"

His roars sounded particularly jarring and echoed endlessly in the deathly silent village.

But all he received in response was still deathly silence.

Nothing sprang out, there was no unusual noise, only that chilling gaze and that faint, eerie sneer, still surrounding and enveloping him.

A strong sense of powerlessness welled up in Yao Guang's heart.

He had never felt so helpless and so terrified.

He held a pulse gun, a veteran of countless battles, yet faced with these invisible, intangible, and omnipresent gazes, faced with this bone-deep eeriness and chilling coldness, he seemed so small, so powerless.

But he didn't give up.

Years of fighting in the stars had instilled in him a never-give-up attitude. Even in dire straits, even on the verge of death, he would fight with all his might to survive.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed firmly on the depths of the village. He gripped the pulse gun in his hand, and once again took that crucial step.

With that step, he entered the village.

The moment his feet completely stepped into the village, the surrounding air suddenly became extremely viscous, as if it were glued on, making it difficult for him to breathe and move.

The chilling gaze instantly reached its peak, as if countless eyes were right beside him, staring intently at him with greedy and eerie eyes, almost as if they wanted to see right through him.

At the same time, the power of anger within his body also erupted completely!

A violent, chaotic power erupted from his body, instantly engulfing his entire mind. His eyes quickly turned blood red, devoid of any clarity, filled only with endless violence and killing intent.

But his mind was still stubbornly resisting. He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to try to control his body, to suppress the power of anger within him, and to see clearly what those things hidden in the shadows were.

Just then, he heard a slight creaking sound as the door opened.

The sound was extremely faint, yet it sounded exceptionally clear in this deathly silent village, slowly traveling through the air to his ears.

Yao Guang's gaze was instantly drawn to the sound. He turned his stiff neck with difficulty and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Deep in the village, a relatively intact wooden house was slowly opening its tightly closed door.

The speed was extremely slow, and a constant "creaking" sound rang out. Each sound seemed to pound on his heart, making him feel cold all over and chilled to the bone.

The gap in the door was getting bigger and bigger.

But he couldn't see anything.

Behind the door was complete darkness, like a giant black hole swallowing all the surrounding light. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see what was hidden behind the door.

But he could feel that the cold, piercing gaze and the intense sense of crisis were coming from behind the slowly opening door.

Moreover, it's getting stronger and stronger.

Yao Guang's body was still trembling slightly, and the power of anger within him was still surging wildly. His mind was becoming increasingly blurred, but he still gripped the pulse gun tightly in his hand, the muzzle pointed at the slowly opening door, his finger pressed firmly on the trigger, ready to fire at any moment.

He knew that something extremely terrifying would come out from behind that door next.

And he is about to face an unprecedented life-or-death crisis.

But he did not back down, nor was he afraid.

His gaze remained unwavering, his eyes still sharp. Even in dire straits, even on the verge of death, he would fight with all his might to the very end.

The door was still slowly opening.

The chilling atmosphere continued to spread wildly.

The eerie gaze still enveloped him.

This eerie village, this desolate, barren forest, and that slowly opening door seemed to be weaving a giant trap, waiting for him to fall step by step into an abyss of no return.

Yao Guang took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay conscious, gripped the pulse gun tightly, and stared intently at the slowly opening door, ready for battle.

He didn't know what awaited him.

"Squeak—!"

A long, eerie sound of a door opening rang out again.

The door to the wooden house was finally fully opened.

A thick, impenetrable darkness spread out from behind the door, instantly enveloping everything around it, even swallowing up the dark red sunlight, which could no longer shine in.

At the same time, an extremely cold and eerie aura, like a tsunami, erupted wildly from behind the door, instantly engulfing the entire village and Yao Guang's entire body.

Yao Guang's body was instantly frozen stiff, making it extremely difficult to breathe. The power of anger within him seemed to have been stimulated, becoming even more violent. His eyes turned an increasingly glaring blood red, and his mind was being completely devoured little by little.

But he still gripped the pulse gun tightly in his hand, and still did not give up.

He stared intently into the dense darkness, trying to see what was hidden within it.

Just then, from the darkness came a very faint and eerie sound of footsteps.

"Tap...tap...tap..."

The footsteps were slow and heavy, each step leading towards him, each step feeling like it was pounding on his heart, making his heart beat faster and faster, and filling him with increasing fear.

The footsteps grew closer and closer.

But he still couldn't see anything.

All he could see was that dense darkness slowly moving, gradually approaching his direction.