"To the readers:

By the time you read this letter, you have found yourself out of the world you are familiar with. This world may be familiar to you, or you may be confused, but with your strength, it is not enough to survive.

Therefore, you have a chance to gain strength and a chance to change yourself. Get a good grasp of it.

Note: Don't throw it away, it will still be useful to you. ”

The "............" teenager took the letter and silently observed his surroundings.

It was surrounded by a dense forest, and there were no people, as if he had been thrown into the primeval forest.

“…… It's really casual. ”

The boy recalls what had just happened: after dinner with his parents, he went back to his room, ready to pack up and take a shower. Then he noticed that there was an extra piece of paper on his desk, and he reflexively picked up the paper and read its contents. But when he finished reading all this, he found that everything around him had disappeared, and he had inexplicably appeared in the forest.

"I don't understand how this letter brought me here,,,, but it says that my strength is not enough to survive in this world. What the...... You can't survive and you brought me here. He reluctantly looked at the letter in his hand again, and then observed his surroundings.

With his level of knowledge, the boy barely knew that he should find a place to hide and prepare a fire before night came.

"Damn...... That wilderness survival book should be read carefully, otherwise it wouldn't be what it is now. Grabbing the strange letter, the boy began his journey to find shelter "close to the water source, where I could escape by myself, and where I would not collapse due to the earthquake......

While thinking, the more the boy wanted to slap himself.

Damn it... I didn't read much about the things in that book, but I remembered the content of "Robinson Crusoe" that I had read before. It is better to expect a fairy to fall from the sky to tell me why I am in this place......

……？ Immortal?

Oh yes. That letter.

An opportunity to increase your strength... Didn't this letter write this?

The boy hurriedly opened the letter.

However, nothing is written on it.

“…………

………………

...................... fool me? ”

The boy wanted to tear the empty piece of paper.

"Is this your choice, reader?"

Just as he was about to do this, the handwriting appeared on the paper

"It's the power that reshapes your body and can completely change your life form

Whether it's age, gender, or species, a life that's big enough for you to live

Maybe since then

You will choose to cultivate yourself, or you will live an ordinary and ordinary life

But in conclusion, what are your options? ”

…………

It's better to have power than not to have it, isn't it?

You can make sure you live first, and then you have other choices.

The boy didn't think much about it, and made his choice

"I accept."

Those sentences disappeared and were replaced by a simple sentence

"So... Put your thumb on the letter. ”

"Don't be like a pact like Ghost Rider...... I have no intention of selling my soul. ”

The boy muttered, then carefully placed his hand on the letterhead.

“……”

The boy waited, and instinctively told him that it wasn't a process that could be done in an instant.

One second, two seconds, three seconds......

Three minutes passed,

But nothing happened.

the groove

What about the power of saying good?! Fool it! The writer of this letter is simply a bad taste, okay?! First of all, you inexplicably get people into this world, and then use the so-called power to deceive the victim, you are as good as tying a carrot in front of a donkey and then telling it that this is your dinner today?!

What a ball! Who's a donkey?

The boy pulled his finger away.

……

But nothing happened.

Just for teenagers, not letterheads.

The moment the letter left the boy's hand, the purple thorn-like lines crawled around the letter to where the boy's thumb had been placed.

"I'm still looking for something normal......... Well? ”

The boy noticed the change in the letter and stopped complaining.

The purple lines begin to form the lines of the thumb little by little, and the thumb prints glow as the lines continue to coalesce.

After a while, the purple lines seemed to be exhausted, and the edges of the paper stopped the continuation of the lines. As the last strand of the line was sucked away, the thumb print in the center lit up into a glowing purple oval dot that flickered continuously, as if to suggest that the boy had to get closer to get instructions on what to do.

The boy was indeed attracted by this unusual purple light, and he felt that something was attracting him, a feeling that could make people feel completely at ease.

He didn't notice it, and his eyes were dyed purple before he knew it.

"So, here we go."

Text manifestation.

Burst!

The sound of skin and skulls being pierced.

The point of light shot out a sharp thorn strip, which followed the center of the boy's eyebrows and pierced the boy's head.

The boy lost consciousness and ran his hand down from the letterhead.

But the letter did not.

It stood in the air with its thorns, and kept saying that the purple thorns went deep into the boy's brain.

However, it is not enough.

Another stab stabbed out, straight to the heart, and then along the veins it continued to fill the body with this strange thorn-stitched object.

Blood slowly oozed down the center of his eyebrows and heart, and if he could have seen it more clearly, the boy's vital signs had stopped.

His heart stopped beating, the lobes of his lungs were stuffed with wattles, and his brain was completely inactive. Now hanging in the air is just a lifeless body. The thorn filled the boy's body, and the blood vessels under the skin were bulging by the root of the thorn.

The letter seemed to see this, too, and it turned itself into the last part of the wattle, which entered the boy's brain.

The boy fell to the ground, his body shaking like boiling water.

Suddenly, the skin stopped shaking.

The flesh came to an eerie halt.

……

……

……

If the can is stuffed too full, and the contents rot and swell, then the can will have two endings.

One, the can will bulge and squirt out the contents the moment it is opened

Second, when the iron shell is not hard enough, then the can will explode directly.

Now, the boy is the can.

But flesh is nowhere near as hard as steel.

So very simply, the flesh exploded, and the wattles spewed out. Instead of falling to the ground, it spun in a circle, encircling the shattered flesh and quickly enveloping them in wattles.

The rest of the minced flesh was rolled up by the other wattles and stuffed into the purple cocoon.

It's more like hatching, the flesh on the wattle is sucked into the cocoon. Inside it sounded like chewing hard food, clattering, re-incubating life bit by bit.

The current scene can only be described as a hunting curiosity, a tentacle-like wattle coiling around something, constantly wriggling itself, making it more like a maggot struggling on a hot fire. And the sound of grinding flesh and bones is even more terrifying, as if you can see the corpse that does not exist behind it at a glance, and it feels like it is being thrown into a gear and ground from the bottom up.

I don't know how long it took, but the purple wattles scattered. The flesh wrapped inside was exposed, but the boy's form completely disappeared. Like a snowlotus blooming, the wattles are clustered and bloom into a snow-white flower.

A weak girl slept peacefully among the thorns, her snow-white thin body hung with the clothes worn by the previous boy, but it was already tattered, no different from the strips of cloth, and her long silver white hair was as smooth as water, and her beautiful legs were as smooth as water, which could be seen at a glance. The slender fingers rested on his slightly bulging chest, and the small lips began to close one by one in line with the gently undulating chest.

Juvenile...... No, it's the girl's vital signs that have reappeared.

Little by little, the wattles "withered", and they grew in reverse, retracting towards the girl's back and spine.

A bone with blood was shaved out, a piece of the maiden's vertebrae. The bones were tossed with blood, and the blood was stained on the girl's thigh-length hair.

Purple wattles replaced the bone, and they compressed all the wattles into it, waiting for all the wattles to retract into it. The purple turned white, just like the vertebrae.

The vertebrae slowly spread out as if the ice had melted, and the solid turned into a fluid and scattered in all directions.

But before long, the bone fluid closed on its own, almost the shape of a piece of parchment, and then violently turned solid and spread out on the lawn.

Sentences began to be written slowly, not like the smooth pen words that had been used before, but degraded for tens of thousands of years, carved on the wooden board with a stone knife.

"The fusion of forces is complete."

"The body makeover is complete."

"Gender Single Finish"

"Species determination complete."

"Bloodline cooperation confirmed."

"Oriental name, not in line with the lineage and era, canceled"

"Western name, judgment ends. Elle Spartan Edendville"

"Begin to replace memories and replenish physical memory and mental energy."

"Using the only power of creation and time, according to the contract, the main body loses consciousness and will merge with Ellie."

"The World of the Fifth Door"

"Ability conversion, timeline locked."

"Implant the Black Monument."

"It's over, it's over, it's about merging."

As the last few lines were hastily written, the letter paper weathered and scattered as if thousands of years had passed.

And the maiden on the ground, Ellie, then fell asleep there.