I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

If it were any other race, or even any other alien humans that the Withered One had ever seen, they would have to close their eyes and block out their senses when faced with such a temple, for fear of being corrupted and eroded by it.

However, in this foreign land, people did not feel awe; instead, they found pleasure in it.

terrible! ! !

Withered dares not imagine what those extraordinary beings in this world are like.

Or rather, just how deeply has this world been polluted?

Withered once traveled to a desolate, alien land where he encountered some creations of evil gods and the retinue of the ancient rulers. These insects would mimic human behavior and appearance, sometimes even deceiving him, and enacting human joys and sorrows in the desert.

Could it be that all the humans in this movie theater are mimics of those most severely polluted monsters?

Does this mean there are no normal, rational people left in this world?

Is this the "Ascension" difficulty level?

Withered now finally understands why this task, which seemed simple, was actually so difficult.

He felt he was going to die here.

Wither tried to disintegrate his body to weaken his perception of his surroundings, but the scene of the temple had already come into view.

Inside the temple, a writhing monster bound by chains, its horrifying chunks of flesh right in the center of the screen.

hum-

In an instant, the withered head exploded.

He felt his will being snatched away by some great being in the heavens. In an instant, countless pieces of knowledge surged into his mind. These pieces of knowledge were of all kinds, including answers to the highest mathematical conjectures, the mysteries of the origin of civilization, and a million ways to destroy the world.

But this knowledge, without regard to importance or priority, poured into his withered brain, causing his consciousness to boil.

His last remaining thought was, "Have these people gone mad? How dare they look directly at the sealed Great Old Ones?!"

The next moment, withered vanished completely.

The woman next to him glanced to the side, somewhat puzzled as to how the man had disappeared in the blink of an eye, but she didn't pursue the matter and continued watching the movie, wondering what would happen next.

No one ever knew that a visitor from a foreign land had ever visited the Jiangcheng Cinema.

Meanwhile, outside the Jiangcheng Cinema.

In the shade of the trees, a little bit of gray mist gathered.

The consciousness that returned amidst screams nearly caused the withered creature to self-destruct again, but fortunately, he sealed his memories in time, thus preserving this last glimmer of hope.

As a chosen one who has survived so many [Alienation] missions in alien realms and even reached the [Ascension] level, he naturally has some life-saving methods for times of crisis.

However, these methods can only be used once, and they can only be effective after at least most of one's consciousness has been devastated. Each use reduces the number of times one can use them.

Now is the most vulnerable moment for withering.

People were coming and going around him. In the past, he would have killed a few humans without a second thought, but now he was filled with fear. Withered could only flee immediately and go to an even darker corner.

He crawled into the sewer. The damp, dark, and foul-smelling environment was not very comfortable, but there were no humans here, and withered was quite satisfied.

"These people actually find amusement in watching the sealed Great Old Ones. How could I possibly complete this mission?"

It murmured as it withered.

It is said that the difficulty of the mission is the greatest danger that may be encountered in this mission. Compared with [Alienation], the difficulty of [Sublimation] is really outrageous.

"I never expected to encounter an Old One, even if it's sealed away..."

Withered dared not release the memories of the movie he had just watched. He was very grateful that the people of Fog City were able to seal away a portion of the fog to isolate memories and thus repair his polluted consciousness. However, this method was not a long-term solution, since that piece of fog would be unusable forever, and over time, Withered would become weaker and weaker.

Furthermore, if any cause leads to the failure of memory sealing, then the withered will be occupied by the previously sealed memories and instantly turn to ashes.

The problem facing Withered now is that if he doesn't watch the movie, he can't complete his mission and return to Fog City from the alien land, but if he does watch the movie, he will die.

He was trapped in this alien land.

In this situation, there are usually two ways to deal with wilting.

The first option is to try your luck and attempt the mission again. Of course, this method is extremely dangerous and is a classic example of "if you don't court death, you won't die."

The second option is to find a way to travel to another world, or to develop one's own strength and become powerful enough to complete the mission.

Some chosen ones were trapped in the alien realm for a long time because they were unable to complete their missions and were not in danger of dying there, until their lives were exhausted.

Thinking of this, the withered suddenly smelled a peculiar scent.

He had been wandering through the sewers for a long time and had no idea where he was.

Withered felt some force drawing him upward.

The man from Chongqing followed the pipe upwards, and soon he emerged from a floor drain.

This appears to be a bathroom.

Chapter 604 Fortune Lies in Peril

This bathroom is ordinary, no different from any other bathroom.

In their withered understanding, there is naturally no concept of a bathroom. Fog City people do not need to bathe, nor do they need to excrete. The closest they come to bathing is probably to go for a walk in an area where the fog is thinner. Every fog life that Fog City people devour becomes part of their body, so excretion is simply a waste.

However, during its exploration of foreign lands, the withered creature witnessed the pretense of some civilizations. For example, in most human civilizations, cleaning the body is an important part of life, and these creatures' frail bodies cannot even tolerate being covered in dust.

If cleaning one's body is merely a necessity for survival, then the people of Chongqing would only laugh at humanity's weakness. But some people actually find pleasure in cleaning their bodies, continuing to wash themselves even when they are already extremely clean, and spending a great deal of time on this behavior.

Incomprehensible.

The existence of the bathroom is an extension of this behavior.

Withered has already commented on this, and he is curious about what is in this bathroom that has attracted him here.

Based on his past understanding, he believed that this mysterious attraction was either due to some kind of pollution or the existence of some kind of knowledge.

The people of Fog City have keen senses and are more likely to detect danger or hostility. But right now, he didn't detect any hostility. This place seemed to be where some superhuman had stayed, with a slightly polluted aura.

A withered, misty body swept past the drainpipe and showerhead, arriving in front of the mirror.

He hadn't paid any attention to the little gadget that reflected light, but as the withered creature passed by the mirror, he suddenly felt something was off.

Something seemed to appear in the mirror.

The withering stopped.

He found his reflection in the mirror was a wisp of smoke, just like a withered leaf, drifting along with him.

But just then, withered suddenly noticed that the rhythm of the drifting smoke seemed to have changed.

As for the mirror, it is known that withered things can accurately reflect the appearance of objects. Therefore, in theory, what is reflected in the mirror should be consistent with one's own actions.

However, the smoke in that cloud in the mirror seemed subtly different from him; it was him, yet not him.

It's like when the withered creature slowly rotates, the reflection in the mirror is always a beat behind.

It was as if something was mimicking his behavior.

But withered didn't sense any danger. He stared at the mirror for a while before preparing to continue drifting away.

Just then, withered noticed a noise coming from behind him.

His attention shifted, and he noticed a small tuft of hair at the drain outlet of the sewer he had just climbed up.

The hair was very long, like loose hair that hadn't been rinsed off completely after a shower; it was wet and stuck in the drain.

A sense of doubt welled up in his heart, and he moved closer to that spot, wanting to observe it more closely.

But the next moment, that tuft of hair retracted back into the sewer!

At this moment, withered finally realized that something was wrong. Although there was no hostile atmosphere here, there seemed to be something beyond comprehension.

In this situation, withered believed that continuing the exploration was dangerous.

However, given its current state of decay, it needs to find a certain amount of pollution to absorb in order to restore its original power, lie dormant in this alien land, and eventually complete its mission to return home or find a way back to the Fog City.

The alluring pollution was like flowers attracting bees and butterflies, irresistibly tempting to wither away, and he couldn't bear to give up the power that was now within his grasp.

After a moment's hesitation, the withered plant chose to continue forward.

Continuing to explore may not yield profits, but running away will definitely result in a huge loss.

Moreover, the humans in this world can even withstand the pollution from the sealed Great Old Ones. Who knows what even more stimulating content these people might find in the books they read or the videos they are exposed to? If they also party, parade, and hold sacrificial rituals in the streets every night like the natives of some alien lands, the withering plants will not be able to withstand it.

If it continues to maintain this weak posture, it might just be killed by any random dog on the street.

He decided to seek fortune in danger.

Although there seems to be something wrong with the mirror and the hair in the sewer, there's nothing to worry about since they haven't hurt me.

The withered thing passed through the door and entered the living room.

There was also a huge mirror in the living room, reflecting the withered, smoky body.

Naturally, the flow of the smoke deviated somewhat from the flow of the withered plant itself, making it look eerie and strange.

The sun was shining brightly outside. Withered glanced at them and realized that all the happiness belonged to them; he had nothing.

The sofa, TV, and coffee table in the living room were all very simple, and the source of the decaying aura could not be found.

He then saw the kitchen, the place where humans prepare food, and the withered man considered human eating behavior to be quite wasteful.

The people of the Fog City only need to embrace their prey to continuously absorb it, leaving not a single scrap behind.

However, humans require complex processing methods and their absorption efficiency is far lower than that of the people of Fog City, resulting in a waste of energy.

Some humans take pleasure in this, researching ways to make food more wasteful, causing the loss of nutrients and energy, just to make these things "tastier".

This is incomprehensible when it comes to withering!

He wandered around the kitchen but found nothing. The food in the refrigerator was too inefficient. Only one thing was soft, sweet, and cold and was somewhat acceptable. He secretly ate one and tried to digest and absorb it with his misty body.

Then he discovered that there was another room in the house.

There was no one inside, yet there was a mysterious feeling about it.

After looking around, the withered thing drifted to the door of the house.

The room was quite bright and spacious, with a bed, wardrobe, table, chair, computer, and other amenities.

Withered noticed the wardrobe first.

The wardrobe was slowly pushed open, and the thing hidden inside seemed to be about to come out. At first, Kuwei thought that someone was hiding inside, but as the mist spread, he did not find any trace of humans.