Once doubts are planted in the heart, they can spread wildly.

However, at this moment, the anxiety and fear in Wang Yuanwei's heart could not find a vent point - if he was still on the boat, he might find someone to scold, but on this island, he even lost the mind to scold.

Because those sixty or so people seem to have become idiots and mentally retarded. Their gaze was unfocused, with a numb and indifferent look on their faces, as if they had seen through the decay of the world, and had no interest in the people and things around them.

Wang Yuanwei clenched his pistol, slowly walked up to his guard, and kicked him hard.

The guard fell like a stake, and his whole face was buried in the sea. He stayed face down for more than ten seconds, and suddenly coughed violently. So he climbed up to the beach with his arms propped up, leaving only the lower half of his body to soak in the water.

Then he maintained this position and stopped moving.

Wang Yuanwei stared at him in disbelief for a moment, then kicked down another guard.

The man didn't fall on his back – he fell backwards. This made his face reveal the surface of the sea, and only the back of his head was submerged in the sea. But after more than ten seconds, this one was still motionless, and did not crawl onto the beach like the previous one.

Wang Yuanwei felt as if he vaguely understood something.

Some kind of mysterious power has caused these people to lose their sense of autonomy and only instinct. When their lives are not threatened, they are really like plants.

He felt a chill run down his spine - the owner of that "mystical power" was clearly highly intelligent. Its wisdom allowed it to somehow confuse the first fifteen people who landed, and trick many more into coming here.

And the goal of that existence...... Undoubtedly, it is yourself.

Even in such an environment, Wang Yuanwei still has this self-confidence. And the current reality seems to confirm this self-confidence.

He was the only one who was conscious, but there was nothing unusual on the beach, except for the sixty or so people who stood like trees.

He turned to look at the jungle at the end of the beach. The lush trees are bathed in sunlight and the gentle sea breeze, making it look like an ordinary holiday destination.

With his gun in hand, he paced irritably on the beach for a while, leaving line after line of deep footprints. Then he finally couldn't bear the eerie silence anymore, and shouted into the distance, "Where are you?!" What the hell are you?! ”

But all that responded to him was the sound of the sea breeze and the waves.

Wang Yuanwei didn't expect the other party to respond to him at this time. So he stopped after a few yells, intending to carry some of the supplies from the dinghy to the beach. He's a smart guy, and he's well aware of his current situation—whether he accepts it or not, he's now a fish on someone else's board.

So all he can do now is to live as comfortably as possible - so that he can not be exhausted by physical ailments and try to think of a way out of the limited time.

There are six dinghys in total. He emptied all the supplies on it. He also tried to tow the boats to the beach, because the sea could carry these precious vehicles away at low or high tide. However, even a dinghy made of lightweight materials was not something he could handle alone. He gave up after three attempts. Sitting on the beach and wheezing tiredly for a while.

Then he tried to drive them away.

The crew members who had bowed down to him in the past were now "stubborn", and even when he grabbed the other man's arm and dragged him forward, they would not take a step forward like Raippi's children.

Eventually, he came up with a solution - he pulled a sharp field knife from the guard's waist. Then he put it against the back of the men's heads, and with some force. Blood was coming out from under their skin. So these people are like animals that have been whipped. Step by step, it moved forward.

He went back and forth more than sixty times. I've never felt so tired.

Right now, these sixty or so people are standing in two rows. Wang Yuanwei tried to shout into the sky again, but still received no response. So he sat down on the ground. Unwrap a pack of field rations to soothe the hunger in your belly.

Perhaps because he was too tired, four hours passed, and in the afternoon, Wang Yuanwei felt that his head was a little swollen. My head was groggy, and it seemed like I had stayed up all night in a row.

He rubbed his temples and rubbed his face.

The sun should begin to sink in the west, and the white sunlight is gradually turning golden.

It's July, at the equator, on an island with green trees and white sand beaches. Watching the sunset in such a place should have been a very romantic thing, but when Wang Yuanwei looked up, he saw more than sixty people around him. From below and upward, their faces are hidden in the afterglow of the setting sun, like dead corpses standing beside them.

He subconsciously shrank back, and then, staring at the orange sun above the sea, he was suddenly stunned.

Because he realized one thing - he was tired!

This exhaustion does not refer to physical exhaustion, but to a sense of confusion in the mind. And when his own ability, the ability to exert human brain power to the limit like his teacher, awakened, how long has it been since he has experienced this feeling?

Wang Yuanwei clenched the pistol and field knife in his hand, and trembled uncontrollably.

He prides himself on that ability. He is capable of rational analysis at all times – even when he is furious and chattering. But now he realizes that he has lost it.

He became an ordinary person with a fairly clear mind, nothing more.

Wang Yuanwei didn't know how he spent his first long night on this island. The night temperatures near the equator are not very high, and even slightly hot. But every time he inadvertently saw the sixty-odd standing human bodies, he felt a chill on his body a little heavier, so after the first half of the night that he couldn't sleep. Wang Yuanwei finally couldn't help but leave those people far away.

He wrapped himself in an unstretched military tent and spent the rest of the night under a lonely coconut tree growing on the beach.

By the early morning of the next day, there was still nothing out of the ordinary.

Something hidden on the island seemed to be just trying to draw them in, like a child who gets a fresh toy, looks at it, and then throws it aside.

In fact, there were people left behind on the Truth scientific research ship, but it would take them seven days to find out that the expedition of more than 60 people had been postponed. Seven days is not a long time, and Wang Yuanwei may work for four days and four nights at a time when he usually "forgets to sleep and eat". But now he felt weak—not in his body, but in his will. He had to get at least seven hours of sleep a day, or else he would feel like his mind was going to turn into one of those walking dead standing on the beach in the next moment.

Days like this were getting harder and harder—especially when he realized it. When your condition gradually deteriorates.

Because it's the third day. He found himself starting to get forgetful. It took him five minutes in the morning to determine how many hours he had spent on the island, and then it took even longer to remember the name of one of his three guards.

This situation made him feel dreaded, and this fear even surpassed the fear of the unknown environment in which he was found. He began to suspect that the being on the island might not have been "tolerant" of him, and that he thought it might be due to his own overdeveloped brainpower. As a result, it takes longer than ordinary people to transform—to become that lifeless state.

Fear built up in his heart. It finally erupted on the fourth day.

this day. He felt that he had lost a little idea how the pistol in his hand should be fired. His intellect was declining at a terrible rate, so he began to try to make notes in a notebook - he intended to write down all the strange events that had happened in the past few days.

But he found himself unable to put this idea into practice.

Because he forgot how to write.

The despair and chaos in his heart drove him crazy. He held the gun with both hands and subconsciously pulled the trigger.

Bullets were fired by him in droves—some into the sky. Others were shot into the bodies of the "walking dead". The only remaining clarity in his mind was seized by a frenzied desire to vent, which made him unaware of what he had done for quite some time.

When one body after another fell on the white sand, Wang Yuanwei roared wildly-

"At least let me know what you are, at least let me die!!"

He supported himself with what little sanity he had left, and shouted those two words over and over a dozen times against the empty shore.

But what made him even more desperate was that no one responded to what he thought was the most desperate life force. At this time, he didn't know why he remembered a sentence he had heard a long time ago that those believers at the Gate of Truth said—

The Lord doesn't care.

Probably, that's it.

Wang Yuanwei felt that there was darkness in front of him.

He fell to the ground with a heavy fall.

……

……

There was no time in the chaos, and he didn't know how long he had been unconscious.

And when he realized this, he was stunned for a long time.

Then he felt some kind of powerful, uncontrollable force. The power seemed to emanate from the ground beneath him, weighing down like the mountains and oceans, the stars, the sun and the moon, and he couldn't help but feel the emotion of worship.

There was darkness in front of him when he felt all this, and it wasn't until a few minutes later that Wang Yuanwei realized that he was indeed awake. He hadn't fallen into some indescribable space, the culprit of the darkness in front of him was something tangible and insubstantial.

He struggled and waved his arms, the touch of grit coming from his palm. Hearing gradually returned, and the sound of the waves and wind rattled his eardrums. He was pleasantly surprised by the feeling that his mind had cleared up a little. A hint of surprise stimulated the remaining strength in his body, Wang Yuanwei slammed his arms on, stood up, chose a direction like a headless fly, and ran over fiercely.

In just a dozen steps, he saw again. And the process of getting out of the darkness was wonderful—the blackness was like a thick, viscous mist that enveloped him all over the place. But it didn't seem to stop him from getting out of this way—as he stood panting against a coconut tree, he found the entire island covered the ground with this terrifying black fog.

It was as if the gods high above the sky had dropped a black veil that enveloped the almost circular island.

A layer of black on the ground submerged him below his knees, and the lush trees on the island were gone—they were encased in them. Two thin black lines like curling green smoke reluctantly retracted from his body, and soon merged with the black qi on the ground.

Wang Yuanwei looked to the ground in shock.

He clearly remembered that the majestic force had originated from this land, but he couldn't see anything other than the black mist. So he subconsciously looked at the junction between the beach and the sea.

He finally knew what he was doing, and the sound of the waves he had just heard was so loud.

The area of the island expanded. What was once a white sand beach has become "inland", and further outward, there is a moist area of corals and shellfish. The coastline receded at least thirty meters, and thirty meters away was a cliff that shrank sharply downward.

The astonishing change made him forget his current situation for a moment, and he cautiously walked to the edge of the shore and looked down—a dozen meters high.

He realized that he was now on top of a giant "egg" - one end of the egg was shallow out of the ocean, but now the island had risen up, and the edge was no longer a gentle sandy beach, but a steeper cliff.

He looked at the waterproof watch on his wrist. The dial showed that he had been unconscious for about three hours, but in the space of three hours, the ground beneath his feet had undergone a surprising change.

If it was because of the movement of the seabed, which caused the blocks to squeeze against each other and raise the island, it must have been an earth-shattering earthquake, but he really didn't have the slightest alarm?

It seems that all common sense no longer applies to this land.

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I read a book called "Back to the 21st Century" before going to bed last night, but I accidentally read it all night......

So I'm so sleepy today, I'm only 4,000 words in this chapter, and I'll make up for it tomorrow.

This book is really good, highly recommended. Don't give it up because it doesn't have many words – this book is something to savor. (To be continued......)