Chapter 486 Calling
Abyss game!
This is the most grand event of the year in the City of Steam.
The bigwigs in the upper city will randomly throw the voluntary participants into some harsh environments, forcing them to fight for survival, for food and water, and they enjoy it.
Occasionally, one or two final winners would be granted 'citizen' status, allowing them to enter the upper city and become upper class people.
——This is the view of most workers in the downtown area.
Among them, some see the Abyss Game as a stepping stone to promotion, while others believe it is a game of the devil and strongly discourage everyone from participating.
Dunjun is the first type.
Although, he still had a feeling.
The inside story of this abyss game is not that simple.
He had some confidence to dare to participate in the Abyss Game. He was in good health and had some strength from swinging a shovel for a long time. He should be more adept at swinging weapons like a hammer.
Of course, apart from this, Dun Jun doesn't have any special skills that can ensure him to survive a fight among thousands or tens of thousands of people.
But he only has one life left, so why not give it a try?
…
The night in the Steam City is still not peaceful.
But Dunjun, who was tired after a day of work, was able to fall asleep quickly.
The crimson moonlight shone into the room through the window, spreading over the bed as if it had a life of its own.
Dunjun began to dream.
In a daze , he felt as if he had come to a huge building.
The pure white marble column, so large that no one could wrap their arms around it, rose high into the unknown clouds.
He was walking on a huge square, and the light around him was flowing continuously like a living thing.
"Come……"
"come over……"
Dun Jun heard a voice, a call, in his ear.
His head felt dizzy and he followed the sound and walked to a huge stone hall.
The palace was grand and magnificent, greater than any building Dunjun had ever seen. Its door was wide open, and through the door, one could see an indescribable figure sitting on a stone throne.
The previous call becomes clearer:
"Little guy...you look like you need help..."
"I can invest in you... I don't need anything in return... I just need you to recite my name occasionally..."
"My name is... the Lord of Alchemists, the Controller of Tribulation Power, the God of Immortality!"
…
The voice of the call suddenly became sharp, and the invisible notes seemed to turn into tangible iron spikes, piercing into Dunjun's mind.
No, they had penetrated.
Dunjun felt a sharp pain in his eyes, his ears were buzzing, and he bent over in pain.
He wanted to struggle, but he couldn't wake up, and couldn't even control his body.
He was like a passerby, looking at his body and making all kinds of strange movements.
"ah!"
Dunjun screamed and woke up.
Unlike the previous time when he felt full of energy after sleeping, this time he woke up feeling very tired.
"I can't stay in this state. I still need to participate in the Abyss Game..."
Dun Jun muttered as he got out of bed and pulled out a dagger from under the bed.
This was also his preparation for the Abyss Game.
The next moment, his eyes were a little blurry as he watched the dagger turn into a cold light and flow gently between his five fingers .
"this……"
Dun Jun was surprised. He held the dagger and made several assassination gestures. He felt that he was completely different from his previous self.
At this moment, the dagger seemed to have become an extension of his limbs. The feeling of mastery and control was intoxicating.
"No……"
He covered his head and recalled it again, and a lot of fighting skills and knowledge emerged in his mind.
Not only that, his body has become accustomed to these memories, and he can perform every movement very accurately.
'These...are the actions I made in my dream?'
Dun Jun recalled it all at once, and even the huge square and the towering stone pillars seemed extremely clear.
Of course, the clearest thing is still that string of names:
"The master of alchemists, the controller of calamity power, the god of immortality!"
He murmured the name, not noticing the change in his surroundings.
But Dunjun already believed in the existence of this person, this is a miracle!
In the City of Steam, the existence of extraordinary powers is no secret. Even in the wilderness outside the city, monsters with all kinds of terrifying abilities are roaming around.
Therefore, he accepted all of this easily, and was determined to grab it even if it was an olive branch offered by the devil.
After all, he had almost nothing left.
"O Immortal God... I offer my bravery and adventure as a sacrifice... I hope you can bless me and let me become the final winner of the game."
Dunjun knelt on one knee and began to pray.
…
A long but subtle voice passed through the infinite abyss of hell and reached the deepest part of the indescribable darkness.
"The first call..."
The huge body of the true god, as big as a planet, suddenly moved.
A pair of extremely huge pupils suddenly opened and turned in a circle.
"Unfortunately... it's a bit laborious. We need more... more calls to provide the opportunity to locate and break the seal..."
Developing believers in that ruined world might be the only way to allow one's power to penetrate there.
Although only insignificant power can be projected at present, as long as more and more people call on the name of God, the crack in the seal will become larger and larger - from the sound and illusion in the beginning, it will become a real projection of power, and even the "Chosen Ones", that is, the warriors chosen by the Dreamland.
In the end, perhaps one of your incarnations will be able to descend.
"strangeness……"
Fang Xian sensed the surroundings: "I have been here for so long, but no gods have come... Could it be that they are all asleep? Or are they in a sealed state? At least... my Daluo Dongxuan Secret Temple does not feel any danger..."
Before entering the world and after entering the world, this magic did not give any warning.
This made Fang Xian feel helpless.
Perhaps, this world is really not dangerous, but it is more likely that it has been interfered with and influenced by another force from fate, and has made a wrong judgment!
"The God of All Things... He has many incarnations. Can a mere one of them do something like this? Or did he get some help?"
Otherwise, even if He is an eighth or ninth level being, He may not be able to do this.
Of course, it is also possible that he held special power and happened to encounter great changes in the world, which added fuel to the flames.
"Like...deception? Concealment? Or confusion?"
"So, what is the relationship between this restarted universe and the other party?"
"What will eventually emerge from the abyss of hell that contains so many debris from the past and evil gods?"
