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Is this...the Sea of ​​Original Sin?

Looking at the shocking scenery in front of me, my heart was calm and emotionless.

This is not my intention. I actually want to be shocked, curious, alert, and want to say something, even if I make a meaningless exclamation.

However, before all this could come out from the heart or come out from the throat, it was gently smoothed away.

Just like the calm sea in front of you, the Sea of ​​Original Sin.

Calm, calm and even disturbing, even stagnant water and stagnant water will occasionally ripple and reflect the color of the sky. However, on such an endless sea surface, there is not a trace of water texture or reflected color.

The only thing that can be seen is the hazy gray fog curling away from the sea. This is probably the source of the gray fog that envelopes the entire abyss.

But if Aiwa'er hadn't told me, I would have suspected that this was actually a mirror embedded in the ground, a gray mirror.

It seems that everything here, on that dead sea level with no fluctuations, has sunk deeply. The joys, anger, sorrows, emotions, and even sounds, light, air, elements, and time do not exist, but are meaningless.

People feel that it is like the Wangchuan River and Mengpo Tang that makes people forget everything.

The gray sea of ​​mirrors extends to the end beyond the reach of the eyes. At the end, the sea surface seems to suddenly become vertical at 90 degrees, as if it is going up against the sky, and it seems to be falling straight down. If you look closely, you can vaguely see that it is gray.

of fog.

At the end of the sea, a layer of gray mist like a sky curtain connects the sky and the sea, forming an insurmountable barrier, wrapping the Sea of ​​Original Sin inside.

What if the entire hell was surrounded by the Sea of ​​Original Sin, and the Sea of ​​Original Sin was surrounded by this layer of vertical sky, gray mist like a tangible object, with chaotic, impenetrable ink-colored clouds overhead.

So, isn't hell just like a closed birdcage?

There are still gaps in the birdcage, but here it looks like a birdcage completely covered by black cloth.

This kind of thinking that was about to rise to a philosophical level obviously exceeded the limit of my IQ. I decisively gave up on deeper exploration and subconsciously took a few steps forward to reach the edge of the earth and the mirror.

As expected, I couldn't see my own reflection on the gray sea surface, which was flatter than a mirror. I even suspected that the scenery in front of me was not reflected at all in my pupils.

It is impossible to see through the sea and see what is under the sea.

This should be a creepy thing, just like bathophobia. Facing the unfathomable and unreachable seabed, you are afraid of what terrible existence is below.

Maybe it's a gigantic giant thing in the sea, quietly swimming under your feet, causing your sanity to drop to zero in an instant, or maybe it's a ferocious demon that chooses people to devour, silently scurrying out from under the darkness, opening its mouth wide enough to swallow a small mountain at you.

A huge shark-toothed mouth, or a grotesque and terrifying sea monster, silently extending its thousand-meter tentacles towards you.

However, staring at the sea, my heart is extremely calm. Perhaps it is because of the effect of the Sea of ​​Original Sin that even my phobia of the deep sea has been cured. Perhaps it is because...

This gray, mirror-flat, misty sea makes me feel... extraordinarily friendly?

kind?

Yes, yes, this feeling is intimacy.

To describe it accurately, it should be a kindness that makes me feel missed.

What do you miss?

I squatted down, stretched out my hand, and slowly explored the water. My fingertips touched the seawater lightly and then retracted instantly. The cold touch that came back was as if I had actually poked a mirror, and there was no sway where my fingertips touched.

There is no water mark at all.

The second time, I let go of my courage and submerged half of my finger into the water. This half finger seemed to have entered another dimension on the opposite side of the mirror. Such a big movement still failed to break the calmness of the sea.

This strange feeling made me quickly pull my hand back, and when I saw that my fingers were still there, I breathed a sigh of relief.

I originally thought that the Sea of ​​Original Sin, as the final resting place of monsters in the abyss after death, would inevitably be filled with evil and extremely evil. Every drop of water contained the evil thoughts of thousands and hundreds of monsters, which was enough to corrode the body and soul, leaving

People fall instantly, and I am ready to transform into the Holy Moon Wolf at any time.

But...unexpectedly, when I touched it with my fingers, I didn't feel the slightest sinful desire in the water. Is it because it has reached the extreme, and the extreme of things must be reversed?

I even felt a holy aura that was purer than an angel on it?!!!

No, no, no, things must be reversed and cannot be like this. It must be my illusion.

Can this really be called a "sea"?

Staring at the gray sea, I fell into deep thought. Perhaps because I was closer or because of contact, the nostalgic intimacy became stronger. In a trance, I didn't notice it.

A warm tear quietly fell from the cheek and dripped on the sea.

The sea surface, which had no reaction at all even when pressed with a finger, suddenly created a circle of slight ripples as the drop of tear fell.

As if something that had been solid for hundreds of thousands of years was broken, this circle of ripples was like the flapping wings of a butterfly. Instead of disappearing with the spread, it continued to grow and become more intense as it spread, turning into countless waves.

Ten circles, hundreds of circles, tens of millions of circles, hundreds of millions of circles, eventually turned into an unstoppable storm, the sea of ​​original sin began to boil, the gray ocean gradually cracked, and countless rays of light burst out from the cracks.

Before I had time to react, I was enveloped and engulfed by white light. My consciousness was floating up and down, and I was drawn into a huge whirlpool. Gradually, gradually...

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"Ding ding, ding ding ding, ding ding ding"

Amidst the rhythmic and skillful tapping sounds, my consciousness gradually became clearer, but it was still hazy and uncontrollable. It was as if my eyes had only opened a slit, the scenery was hazy, and it kept swinging violently up and down, left and right, and the sounds coming from my ears were also blurry.

Sometimes distant and sometimes close, intermittent, it is like watching an extremely crude and inferior image.

As far as the eye can see, there is a red fire, a square furnace, iron felt, pool, as well as large and small hammers, pliers, etc.

With thousands of years of experience testing the world, I instantly judged that this should be a blacksmith shop, but the conditions and facilities were too rudimentary. It was still open-air, without even a shed. Is it fun to forge in the rain?

I want to see the surrounding scenery, but after all, it is just a "bad image". As a third party, the camera does not rotate according to my own will. I can only guess through the vague corner shots.

It is a mountain lodge surrounded by greenery.

It wasn't until a faint crisp sound was heard that the "camera" moved away from the dull fire and iron felt and turned to the side.

Only then did I realize that my meaning might be "attached" to someone.

In the blur, a girl appeared in the forest path. She was waving her bare hands towards her. A strong sense of joy came from her heart, and even her possessed self could feel it.

The girl was holding a basket in her hand, saying something as she walked over, crossed the forest path and came to "himself". At this time, with blurred vision, the girl's face was finally seen clearly.

It was an unforgettably dazzling, heroic, and beautiful face. Compared with using words like sinking fish and falling geese to describe it, although it is suitable, it seems to be something more prominent and a more suitable rhetoric.

Like a girl shrouded in light, she is filled with a pure, warm, and peaceful atmosphere. The colorful sunlight shining through the leaves falls on her body. Her smooth white and red skin reflects a faint brilliance, and she looks like she has been caught by a girl.

Wrapped in a halo, he looks like a saint.

Paired with the gem pendant on the girl's snow-white and attractive chest, it is like a scepter inlaid with gems, becoming more perfect, holy, and dazzling, making people unable to take their eyes away, but they can't help but lower their heads in shame and fear.

My own eyes desecrated this purity and beauty.

The girl came in front of her, her mouth opened and closed slightly, as if she was very familiar with "him". She kept chatting about something, her voice was intermittent, and she could never get a complete message. It was annoying, and she could only pick up the intermittent conversations.

Get some preliminary understanding from the sound.

First of all, the owner of the body he is attached to is a young man, and you can tell by his voice. The young man seems to be an orphan, and he and the girl are childhood sweethearts. The two grew up in a small village where elves and humans coexist peacefully.

It's just that at some point, the young man was given the ominous nickname of "Son of the Devil" and was kicked out of the village. He had no choice but to live in seclusion in the forest. He worked as a blacksmith and hammered away every day.

A girl with an unparalleled pure temperament and extraordinary heroic spirit put down the basket of black bread, picked up a long sword and waved it, looking full of fighting spirit.

"You should put down the hammer and learn martial arts with me. Only strong power can fight against those demons."

"The weapons I forge can also help everyone deal with demons, can't they?"

"Since the village is unwilling to accept you, why don't we run away from home together and save the world? I will be the savior and you will be my knight."

"Your gender is definitely wrong. How can any girl scream and kill every day?"

"I don't want to learn magic. Magic can't save the continent. I want to create new power that can save this sad world where demons are raging!"

"I understand, I understand, you want to be the second woman to the Elf King."

"Come, eat this piece of black bread, and you will be my knight from now on."

"I think you will be very good at deception and abduction in the future."

The scene changes...

It was still red, but it was not the crimson of a fire, but the dark red of blood and blazing fire all over the ground.

The sounds of fighting, screams, roars, and roars filled my ears in such a chaotic manner that I, who was originally resentful of the intermittent sounds, wished I could turn off the sounds.

As far as the eye could see, the boy held the girl tightly in his arms, huddled at the end of the corner, surrounded by corpses, ruined walls, burning houses, wheat fields, and livestock pens, creating an apocalyptic scene.

What is more terrifying than the end of the world is the hell demons all around. They eat corpses, tear apart livestock, and slaughter all life in small villages.

Then, with blood-stained butcher knives and sharp claws, they slowly surrounded him.

Seeing this, the young man, whose teeth were chattering, hugged the girl who was struggling in his arms tighter.

In the end, these demons from hell suddenly stopped and seemed to ignore the boy and girl. They destroyed the entire village and disappeared.

The pouring rain poured down, soaking the boys and girls who were still huddled in the corner, shivering from the cold, making them even weaker and helpless.
To be continued...