Dark underground.

The droplets of water seeping down the rock formations above are the only timers, dripping and clattering, arbitrarily extending or compressing the interval between each sound. However, if someone lives in this dark cave, I am afraid that they will not have any opinion on the willfulness of this droplet......

It is the source of life for the survival of mankind.

For both human and non-human, if they do not have the ability to break through the boundless darkness with the rough and hard texture of rock, then the intermittent sound of water droplets is the only thing in the darkness that can determine its existence.

Sole.

A pair of eyes, also black, looked around.

It can't be said that he is looking, but he should turn his neck according to the instinct cultivated by observation, and whether there is any change in the scene presented back is really a question worth thinking about - at a depth of 100 meters underground.

How long have you been here?

I don't know.

Once entering a completely closed and dark environment, the human concept of time will gradually collapse, perhaps at the beginning of the period of time can still count the seconds silently in the mind, as the darkness without movement is still silent, the barely seconds will also disappear, until they do not care at all and cannot understand the measurement of time.

Can't give up.

Not the only thing that resounds in his mind is this concept.

The flesh of the palms and fingertips had long since been worn away by mechanical repetitive excavation, but they stubbornly grew back until they were consumed by wear and tear again.

Strength...... Gone.

The strong flesh and the extremely fast regenerative function seem to have been worn out and suppressed.

Along with the meager spirit that was about to collapse and was sustained only by the sound of water droplets, he was also immersed in the weakness and powerlessness that suffocated him.

As early as a moment after he woke up, he relied on reason to come to the conclusion that he could not get out.

After all, rationality is still a luxury that needs to be maintained, compared to the desire to survive.

So what is death?

Ten Fingers was still trying to clasp into the cracks in the rock, slowly pulling out a few insignificant pieces of broken rock, repeating and repeating, the unskillful movements might just make more of the broken rock slide down and fill the gaps he had dug out. Not to mention the stiff and weak movements of an old man in the twilight.

So the glimpse question clicked in his heart, and then quickly disappeared.

- It turned out that he would die like this.

The abrupt answer was just a knee-jerk reaction.

In fact, he didn't even know who his last name was. Thinking about how to die and how to survive is just a remnant of the old answer to the present.

All the memories in the brain have long been consumed in the repetition of the repetition and the flesh and skin, over and over again, and finally like the flesh and skin that grows out, there will never be the original cells left. The only difference is that the updated flesh can be used as usual, while the memory cannot.

- Because there is memory, it will be consciously formed.

Because there are different memories, there will be different beings and thoughts.

He lost his memory, but with the support of his instincts, he seemed to 'see' it again.

Is that......

What a long time.

Deep underground, countless naturally formed passages are retouched like a beautiful and delicate three-dimensional labyrinth. They are intertwined, connected, and inhabited by dead things that live in the dark.

It's also dark, but it doesn't feel cramped.

The huge body curled up in the middle of the darkness, and the gusts of wind that were not yet warm enough to freeze the ice were blowing around it, intertwining and crashing in the air, and then brushing through the indestructible cracks of the lines, making a clear and soft hissing sound.

It's like a forest swaying in the wind in the dark.

It's the same loneliness, but there's no monotony.

It was as if everything was just a dream, a reassuring sleep. The boundless darkness is nothing but a soft quilt, the whistling of the air is a song to sleep, and the hideous whispering dead things are toy puppets displayed in boxes.

What a long dream.

He couldn't make such an exclamation, but he 'heard' it.

Just like the long time before.

Deprived of his sense of existence, he is nothing more than a spectator, an unconscious spectator, who can only passively receive information and cannot process or interfere.

The Being in the middle of the darkness sighed. It never woke up from its dream, but it may not have really dreamed with peace of mind.

Its power is so great that just moving its body can cause the entire underground labyrinth to tremble in submission, and if it wants to, it can even affect a region thousands of miles away.

King.

It has long been on the verge of the pinnacle of power in this world, and no matter how hard it exists, it is no different from the flow of water, and no matter how soft it is, it can be broken as easily as glass.

However, it is not the only king.

A voice broke the entire subterranean world that had been sleeping in a faint concerto.

"You have to protect that human."

Not a consultation, not a question, but a condescending order.

Half-asleep, it finally straightened up for the first time, its graceful body, which was a miracle of nature, and its golden eyes contained a coercion that most of the races had to bow down.

At the same time, a strong sense of danger arose around its skull and spine, and it was convinced that it would probably not survive long if the owner of the voice had willing.

Very strong.

But it's not that it can't be warn.

"Do you want your sister to survive?"

The mocking voice echoed again.

So it succumbed.

"Very well, do as I ask, I won't kill you...... Younger sister. ”

That's right, its sister.

Although that sister is many times smarter and prettier than him, he always likes to call herself his sister and thinks it is stupid and stupid. But she was very nice to it and loved it.

It wanted to see the outside world, so she ran around the amusement park, aquarium, zoo, shopping mall, and took lots of pictures of it smiling brightly. The photo shows not only the girl's bright smile, slender and beautiful figure, but also an outstretched hand, as if holding an invisible brother who is much younger than her.

As long as it likes it, she always finds a way to get it and put it in this dark underground to relieve its boredom.

Whether it's TV, mountains of chips, or new potato chips with different flavors, she is trying to do whatever she can.

So it also uses its strength, which is many times more powerful than her, to keep an eye on her and prevent her from being in danger.

"You have to keep your word."

There was not a hint of tremor in its voice, even if it almost instinctively sensed the ill-will of the voice, the death that was hidden under the request.

It stacked the scattered chips one by one with its huge wings, as if for a decent goodbye.

"Of course ......"

The voice gradually lowered, retreating into darkness it could not perceive.

Will it die?

It doesn't care.

For it, there is not much difference between death and perennial darkness.

As long as you can protect that weak but cute and good sister.

It was born with a limited intelligence, and its range of activities was limited to this small cave, and only this powerful power was not restricted. So it is natural that it should live underground, and it is natural that it should use its strength to protect its weak sister.

However, it finally waited for the time when even this great power was no longer strong.

Then give her this power too, so that she can continue to protect her even after she dies.

It's stupid, but it's not stupid after all.

No matter what she does or thinks, she is always her lovely sister......

- Darkness.

The darkness continued, and it ran through two different memories.

Suddenly, he seemed to feel the narrow darkness again.

There was the sound of water drops in the dark.

He stopped digging.

This rock formation is not only a rock formation, but also a gap between the Nibelungen and reality.

He didn't know how he knew this, and along with it there was another piece of information, that is, the thickness of the rock layer became infinite under the influence of this crack.

After all, no matter how much you dig, it is impossible to enter another world from one world.

Unless......

New power.

He stopped digging, but for the first time he felt the darkness so clearly.

Sharp rocks with intertwined teeth and fine stones piled up underfoot, with the occasional huge rock cracking and digging into the cracks in the ground.

Touch.

Hard, icy smooth surface, rough and piercing tips, irregularly shaped pebbles, sticky sand soaked in water.

Smell.

Lime, fishy earth, and occasional fresh air with moisture.

Sound.

Droplets of water leach out in layers of rock overhead, gather into a large drop, and then fall. It struck a whole stone face, cracking into several petals and sliding away and flowing.

Darkness is no longer darkness, but a huge individual with life.

The golden power flowed like water through every inch of his bones, and he finally staggered out his hand and grabbed the theoretically infinitely thick and infinitely hard rock formation again.

"Click-"

The scarlet sunset pierced his dilated pupils.

Speechless.

As if a boundary had been broken, a myriad of sounds and smells poured into his senses along with the light, and he just blanked his mind, letting the force drag him to the ground, and then staggered to the side.

It's like a dream.

All the memories that came flooding up in him were obliterating him, and he finally closed his eyes unconsciously, as if he could just sleep like this to recover to what had happened before.

A...... Dream.

(The plaything has lost its mind during this time...... apologize

This chapter is a pit filling and burying pit, right, I hope you can understand it? (laughs))