Consciousness is in a dark chaos, nothing can be seen, nothing can be heard, only feeling muddled, and there are almost no available fragments in the vague fragment memory.
Who am I?
Carl.
A soul in a broken state.
Gradually, Carl recalled that he did not seem to be called Carl, but "Shen Ling", who came from a different world.
Am I a Crosser?
In the endless darkness, Carl, who is in a state of incomplete soul, gradually recalls his previous life.
Just graduated from a key university, I had a job in business sales. I ran around every day to make a living, boasting, and finally was sent away by customers who had drunk wine on the night after work.
The memory of previous lives has also been interrupted. It seems that he was indeed sent to the road by the customer.
Karl found that the current situation is extremely pessimistic, and only a small part of his memory can be recalled. At the deepest part of his soul, there are ten different and extremely heavy "things" that suppress memory.
The deep understanding in the subconscious is that they should be "seals" from different beings, as if more memories can be restored as long as the seals can be unlocked.
He initially lingered in the dark for a long time and did not know how to change the status quo until he inadvertently absorbed a weak spiritual power into his body, and his soul was able to show signs of recovery.
The heaviest of the ten seals also finally showed signs of looseness.
Karl instinctively greedily and crazily absorbed the source of this spiritual power, and constantly restored and strengthened his soul.
With the absorption of power, the five senses gradually recovered, and he found that the source of the spiritual power was a completely transparent glass bottle.
In the subconscious cognition, it is an extraordinary "mysterious object", and the spiritual power contained in it can just become the sustenance for Carl to recover his soul.
Suddenly, he seemed to come out of the dark and dark world, and finally he could "see" the things around him.
An old and dilapidated wooden house is damp. There are only two wooden beds on both sides, covered with straw mats. The room is narrow, and all kinds of sundries are still orderly placed.
The transparent bottle carrying Karl's soul is on a wooden bed. The transparent glass bottle is only a little bigger than the palm of your hand, and it is plain. There are also old clothes with slight smell, washed bowls, spoons and other sundries beside it.
From the open door of the wooden house, you can see the night sky outside. The stars are thin and the air is very fresh. You can clearly see two moons hanging in the night sky.
One is red, the other is bright.
Sure enough, this place is not the original world. Karl sighed to himself.
He misses his hometown so much that he feels like a dream when he is in a muddle. Now he feels uncomfortable when he is conscious and cannot access the Internet.
The bad news is that I am so weak that I can go out when the wind blows. There is no doubt that the difficult mode is the beginning of hell.
Carl began to explore what he could do, and soon found that his vision was not limited to the surroundings, but could raise and extend the perspective with the bottle as the center, with the highest and farthest range of five kilometers.
The north of the wooden house is quite a large area of subtropical forest, which covers an astonishing area and has no boundary.
In the south is the light brown land reclaimed. At the end of the cracked stone road is a seaside town full of vicissitudes of white gray buildings. When the sea breeze comes, it carries a slightly salty taste.
Through the communication among the residents in the town, Carl soon learned that this is Nasir, a port town on the east coast of the Kingdom of Siat. The people in the town mainly live by fishing and shipping. Most of them live a self-sufficient life. Many people almost never leave here in their lives.
As for the occupants of the wooden house, they are two young children.
Sister Irene Fischer is about 13 or 14 years old. She is tough, has long and dark hair, bright eyes and healthy skin.
Her younger brother is still in swaddling clothes. Every day, she needs her sister to bring sheep's milk from the town to survive, eat and sleep.
Their parents have not returned since they left for more than ten days, so it is more difficult for them to live on the edge of town.
Irene is a very strong and principled girl. She never asks for help from the people in the town. Instead, she picks wild fruits from trees in the forest or helps the townspeople to work, and exchanges materials as fairly as possible.
Even if she was too hungry to bear, she would never let her brother starve a little. At night, she would occasionally hide in a corner and cry silently, and then forced him to sleep with a smile.
The baby in the swaddling clothes is very cute, with light silver hair, eyes and round cheeks. He never cries, but always looks at his sister's face.
Carl gradually realized that the parents of Fisher and his two children would not come back, and they might have died.
The outside world is absolutely unsafe, and may even be quite cruel and dangerous.
The younger brother and sister can still survive, but without the help of outsiders, they will not survive this winter.
As time went by, he was about to completely absorb the spiritual power in the transparent vial, and they gradually turned into a rune in the deep soul.
It is a rune in the shape of green grass with a strong breath of life and green color, which has a soft and warm feeling like spring.
But the heavy seal on the soul showed no sign of further loosening.
Karl realized that if he wanted to completely break through the first seal, the spiritual power contained in the bottle was far from enough.
I need more power!
But he was stuck in the bottle and could not move. He could not even say a word. There was no way to find mysterious things with spiritual power.
Karl observed the two brothers and sisters in silence for more than ten days. He kept trying, but failed to communicate with them successfully.
"What's the reason? I can hear without ears and see without eyes, but why can't I speak without a mouth?"
He fell into deep meditation. If he could talk, he could find a way to use the power of others to help himself get mysterious things.
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At night, a smell of soil drifted out of the air, and thunder flashed faintly in the dark sky, and heavy rain was about to pour down.
The sky was overcast with dark clouds, and lightning and thunder played a breathtaking symphony between heaven and earth, just like a scary picture, as if even the gods of nature were roaring angrily at this time.
"Boom!"
It's raining cats and dogs outside!
Irene knelt down in the room and kept mumbling to herself with her head down.
"Lord Poseidon and the gods of heaven, I pray to you, please let my parents come back."
Her prayers were not answered at all.
Irene shed tears. There were not many things she could exchange at home. She could not bring her brother to grow up smoothly.
Why?
Can't the great gods in the world save us?
Do you?
The gods don't care about the world at all?
Irene has always had a lot of dreams for the future. She wants to see her brother grow up, to leave the town to see the outside world, and to experience what she has never experienced before.
Even though her parents were missing, she still took care of her younger brother alone and firmly, and constantly overcame difficulties and obstacles to live today, because of this small expectation for the future.
"Why did the gods never protect us..."
At this moment, the girl was suddenly surprised and noticed that there seemed to be danger in approaching the wooden house.
There was a figure shaking in the dark jungle outside. It looked malicious. The danger contained in the pouring rain almost suffocated the girl.
Irene was very surprised and talked to herself subconsciously.
"Who is it?"
In the stormy rain, five men wearing animal skins, holding sharp blades, and with black facial lines on their faces gradually came out of the forest outside.
Their faces showed an undisguised hunger and thirst, and they rushed up to the wooden house where Irene's siblings lived.
"Don't make senseless resistance!"
The black skinned men burst in and raised their weapons maliciously, ordering Irene not to think about running away.
"Who are you?"
Irene was shocked. The man with black facial tattoos in animal skin suddenly grabbed her arm and dragged her violently outside.
She was soon dragged out of the house by five men and dumped in the wet mud.
The younger brother, who was less than one year old, was also carried out in the rainstorm. They looked at the baby like animals.
The baby in swaddling clothes cried loudly.
Irene was trembling in the mud, and could only cry and beg them to let her brother go.
"Please let my brother go, no matter what you do to me, just let him go!"
The petitions of the weak were ignored, leaving Irene with only despair.
The old man, who was the leader of the five men, wore high animal skin and black strange elk headdress, as if he were a priest of primitive tribes.
He calmly drew a big circle with his blade beside his brother and sister, saying, "Worship you, bloody devil", "We will offer you a pure sacrifice", "Please take shelter for us".
The other four men, their faces showing awe, knelt around one after another.
Irene, lying on the ground and struggling hard, was filled with fear and despair.
In addition, there is strong reluctance and anger!
Why?
I have been working hard all the time, firmly relying on both hands to maintain my own and my brother's future, but there is no hope and response.
It is clear that I have not given up hope, and I am working hard, even looking forward to the future that I do not know whether it will come.
At this moment, my expectations for the future and the future are easily trampled by sudden malice.
All the insistence in this period of time seems extremely ridiculous.
Karl had already noticed the sudden appearance of outsiders and observed secretly that they were obviously not Nasir people in the town.
He drew closer. Are these people bandits nearby?
No, they are not robbers at all, but more like... cultists.
He has heard Irene and the townspeople say all kinds of mysterious things, and he knows that the extraordinary power in this world is not rare.
After more than ten days of silent observation, Carl developed a little cordiality towards the sister and brother he first met in the world, but he didn't want them to die beside him.
But now he can do nothing but look at it.
Irene lay on the ground, muttering to herself in the mud.
"Why, why is this... Who can save us?"
"Whoever is good, help us!"
Her eyes were red, and her glaring pupils were filled with despair and anger.
"Whatever you take from me, save my family!"
At the next moment, something very strange happened!
When she said from her heart, "No matter what you take from me," Carl suddenly found that the position of the girl's chest lit up a pale blue light, emerging a pale blue sphere.
That seems to be the soul.
It's loose!
It seems that you can really take the opportunity to take away the girl's soul like the devil in the myth.
In addition, there are other colors of light around the soul. Pure white, pink, cyan, crimson, and orange represent life span, emotion, memory, sense, and wisdom.
Somehow, Karl instinctively can draw all the lights in Irene's body as "weapons".
But if this is done, what will happen to the girl herself? If you lose your life, will you die on the spot?
They were already dead.
Moreover, in order to change his prison like status quo, Carl wanted to try anything he could, so he tried to focus his attention and try to draw out a part of the white light.
The white light is drawn out of the imagination by the invisible hand of the mind, suspended high in the sky, like a white torch that cuts through all darkness in the dark!
The evil cultists did not notice the white light flickering in the night. They could not see it as if there was nothing.
Only Irene looked up at the scene.
She looked at the white light in the sky in disbelief. It was full of the beauty of great power, like the blade of judging the world. It was awe inspiring and it was completely difficult to move her eyes.
"What on earth is that?"
