Victoria, Heitly Castle,
In a certain room, an old man with brown hair and a salt-and-pepper beard sat behind a desk, rubbing his forehead in annoyance. He looked up at the two people standing before him, wanting to say something, but gritted his teeth and swallowed his words.
Finally, the old man sighed and said, "You two fools. How could the great god have such stupid subordinates as you? You just needed to find the Eye of the God of Death, why did you bring back a Hua Xia person?"
"Sir, the people from the Z Church gave the Eye of the God of Death to him. We thought he was their contact person."
"Contact your ass!" The old man slammed the table hard, his brown hair flying up, along with his beard, making him look like an enraged lion.
"A normal person from Hua Xia, being a contact for the Z Church?"
"Why don't you say your grandmother is the leader of the Z Church? Now that this Hua Xia person is with us, what do we do? If the Hua Xia embassy investigates and traces it back to us, how will we explain?
Do we say, 'We are subordinates of the great Hoth, and you Hua Xia people took the Eye of the God of Death, delaying our plan to open the Island of the God of Death, so hurry up and get lost'?
Or do we tell the Hua Xia embassy that we just accidentally captured the wrong person?"
"You two damned fools, why didn't you just die out there!"
"Sir... Sir, please don't be angry. Did you forget? Helsen was also in that room. Helsen, who hadn't eaten for half a year, wouldn't let the meat that came to his mouth go."
The old man frowned, looking at his two subordinates. After a moment of silence, he said, "Eat... people?"
"Hoo... Sir, a starving person is not a person, but a beast. As long as there's food, whether it's snakes, insects, rats, or even... people, as long as they can..."
"Enough. You two go and watch. If things happen as you said, then don't interfere. If not, then deal with that Hua Xia person."
"Yes."
"Alright, sir."
The two responded and had just turned to leave when the room began to rumble and shake. They quickly looked back at the old man, who was also bewildered.
An earthquake?
An earthquake in Victoria?
The old man swayed and stood up, looking out the window. Outside, everything was peaceful, with city lights twinkling.
"Go and investigate for me! What in the world is going on!" The old man roared at his two subordinates. He felt that this vibration was not an earthquake.
It was mixed with surging spiritual energy and vast, chaotic mental power.
In the room where He Li was, a European man named Helsen was cowering under the bed in terror, clutching the finger-length wooden spike tightly in his hands, staring in horror at He Li, whose body trembled intermittently.
With every tremor of He Li's body, the castle's vibration intensified. The ceiling began to shed, and the walls slowly cracked. The shaking continued to escalate.
Boom!
Boom boom!!
Rumble!!!
The entire ceiling, along with massive stone blocks, crashed down. But as they fell, they gradually decomposed into fine sand, which then coalesced into tiny crystal-like particles, neatly stacking in the middle of the room.
This sight made Helsen's already terrified heart constrict even more. His body, curled under the bed, trembled uncontrollably.
Impacts, slashes, and invisible gravity spread outwards from the room.
The ornately decorated corridor, the exquisitely furnished hall. Candles on the walls fell, igniting the expensive carpet. The walls cracked, revealing ancient stone bricks.
A sky-shattering slash split the castle in half from the middle. Then another slash divided it into four. Following that, five impacts pierced through the castle.
Finally, a colossal force pressed down, and the entire castle let out a deafening roar, collapsing into ruins.
But,
The battle of those five unlucky souls continued.
Flowerbeds, fountains, swimming pools, lawns, and forests were all destroyed. Deep pits from impacts and knife marks that tore the earth were everywhere.
Only one room in the entire castle remained intact: the room on the lowest floor where He Li was. Helsen, trembling under the bed, was completely numb. He stared blankly at everything happening before him, a scene he couldn't even imagine in his dreams, unfolding before his very eyes.
"Ah... ha..."
He Li stretched, sat up on the bed, closed his eyes, and twisted his neck. He opened his eyes, and then...
"Where is this?"
"Why am I sitting on a bed?"
"Why is the bed placed on a pile of ruins?"
He Li frowned, scratching his head. The sound of roaring reached his ears. He looked over and his face darkened. Why were those five guys fighting again? Was it a free-for-all?
Sensing He Li had woken up, Jin Fang and the others all snorted coldly, separated with tacit understanding, and then disappeared.
He Li blinked, looking at Xiao Xi sitting on his lap, and asked, "Xiao Xi, what's going on?"
He Xi tilted her small face, pouted, and said in a wronged, milky voice, "They were fighting and didn't care about brother. Only I care about brother and protected brother."
He Li smiled, patted He Xi's little head, and rubbed his temples. What a mess!
At this moment, a trembling, hoarse voice emerged.
"B... Big brother!"
"Hmm?"
He Li looked around and finally spotted a skin-and-bones fellow under the opposite bed, trembling as he held a small wooden spike in his hands.
"Who are you?" He Li asked.
Helsen recalled the world-destroying scene just now, swallowed hard, smiled obsequiously at He Li, and slowly crawled out from under the bed.
"Big brother, big brother, I am... I am your little brother."
He Li thought for a moment. Did Xiao Lan turn into a human? No, he shook his head and said, "No, you're not my little brother. My little brother's fur is dark blue. You have golden hair."
Helsen: "......"
"Heh heh... Big brother sure can joke."
He Li ignored him and got off the bed. He Xi naturally clung to He Li's back like a little koala on a tree trunk, her small head resting comfortably on He Li's right shoulder, looking adorably blank.
He Li walked down the ruins, recalling the events. He seemed to have gone to buy a drink, then foolishly said "beverage," and then the owner gave him alcohol.
Before he could even see what the drink was, a foreigner appeared and shoved a silver sphere into his hand. It was quite heavy, but... silver wasn't valuable.
The foreigner was shot and killed by two other foreigners in an alley. He opened the alcohol and watched the show.
Then,
Those two foreigners asked him for something called the "Eye of the God of Death," and then... he had no memory.
Hmm...
Where were those two foreigners?
Where's my sphere?
*Crunch...*
He Li lifted his foot. He had stepped on something. It was so poky...
He lifted his foot to look.
Well, well...
My sphere...
......