It was surrounded by an endless gray wilderness, devoid of any vegetation and no animals. A dim, viscous light fell on the wilderness, giving it a sickly breath. There was not a trace of life nearby, but there was a regular pulsation of the gray earth itself, like a heavy heartbeat.

"Fingooli, Mognafa, Rajat, Rey, Ugnagar, Fahatagen. ”

A melodious roar rumbled, echoing over the vast gray wilderness. The boy raised his head abruptly and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Bloodshot yellow-gray eyes hung like the sun above the wilderness, looking down on his isolated and helpless self.

It seemed that the current teenager had noticed him, and the mocking laughter sounded in the boy's mind, making people have a splitting headache. High in the air, the giant eye peeped unscrupulously, and its pupils opened and shrank viciously. After a while, the roar resounded over the gray wasteland.

"You deserved to die, mortal, but I let you live. ”

The voice came from where the giant eye was. But the boy didn't feel the slightest reassurance because of Giant Eye's words, looking at the current scene, although he was still alive for the time being, it was still a big question how long he could live.

"What are you...... Who is it?" the boy asked, "Is this my dream?" said he poked his fingers hard at the ground of the gray wilderness, and the ground sank like a gummy, slowly recovering to its original state. It was a sticky feeling on the skin of his fingers.

Laughter rang out from all directions, for a long time, echoes and echoes intertwined, continuous. Flavors of mockery, contempt, and sarcasm flood through. Whatever this guy is, at least it's certain that it has its own sense of humor.

"You have no right to ask, mortal, but I can make an exception to answer your question. I am Rajat, the Primordial Warlock, the Terminator, the Eye of the Ancient Elementals, the Deity of Darkness, the Endurance, the Waiter, the Cursed, the Father of Ancient Evil, the Source of All Evil, the Incarnate of Eternal Darkness, the Devourer of Worlds, the Contempt and the Destroyer, and my honorific titles are numerous. But now I have been waiting, forced to lie dormant in the shackles of reality, bound in the vaults built by the hands of jealousy, and the rightful throne to be taken for themselves by the usurpers who call themselves the witch kings. My power cannot act on the world for the time being, and here is the projection of my realm in your mind. ”

Rajat? I haven't heard of it. What is the Witch King? The doubts in the young man's mind have not diminished, but it is not wise to ask on his own. As if to see through his doubts, the self-proclaimed Rajat voice rang out again, and the ground shook slightly with the undulation of its tone.

"My body slumbered beneath the earth, and my consciousness was sealed away in eternal dreams. However......"

“...... Even so, there will still be a little bit of dregs of my spiritual power leaking out of the sturdy seal, allowing me to limit the minds of the creatures on the ground to make them work for me. Or talk to you like you now. ”

It was much easier to understand, the boy thought to himself, this was obviously not my original world, it was this guy who dragged me here from the ghostly room just now. The remaining question is, why does it want me? What does it want to do? Is it what it does when I travel into this world?

"I want you to serve me. Both the soul and the body are. ”

"Why?" cried the boy.

A hilarious reply sounded, "Because from now on, every inch of your time will come from my gift." ”

He didn't say anything he wanted me to do, the boy thought to himself. If I want to sign a contract, or something like that, at least I'm going to see the full text.

The boy bowed his head in silence before replying, "What if I refuse?"

The pain hit him like a tsunami, and he fell to his knees, panting loudly, feeling as if he was about to die. Then there is another wave of suffering, and then the next, endlessly, never broken, until consciousness is completely submerged in the sea of suffering. The boy felt as if he had died a thousand times, only to be resurrected each time. It was a long time before Rajat's voice resounded.

"You don't have a choice. ”

"Then why me?" the boy swallowed, "I'm just an ordinary person, this is not my world, here, I'm as lonely and helpless as a fish out of water." And in my own world, there are many people who are far superior to me. ”

"Not from this world? Well, I can feel it, you have the breath of an alien plane. But that's not a problem. My abilities have been 'observed', and you are destined to be my fighter, and you are destined to fight for my great cause. ”

"I was so excited to hear what you said, I think I must be crazy. ”

"You will be satisfied, mortal. I want you to walk the world for me and work for my true recovery. I want you to destroy my enemies systematically, mercilessly, with roots and leaves. By then you will be present, and I am definitely a generous host. ”

"I'd rather you show your generosity now," replied the boy, "I'm not strong enough to fight the enemy who can seal you here, and in fact I'd be dead in the desert without outside help." ”

"Very daring, but what qualifications do you have to negotiate terms with the Terminator?"

"You alone ask me. ”

Rajat burst out laughing, but the boy felt that this time the laughter was not all mockery, and seemed to have a little appreciation.

"Deal. There was also a satisfied "expression" on the giant eyes. "I will give you psychic abilities and a body large enough for you to survive in the desert. Soon, other mortals will 'accidentally' rescue you in the desert and take you to their kingdom, and my prophecy tells me that from there the gears of history will begin to turn, and my recovery will be unstoppable. ”

"You won't keep the memory of this bargain lest my ancient enemies reveal my plans, but when the time is right, you'll awaken ......"

“...... At that time, don't try to betray, and don't test my patience and limits. I assure you that no matter what you have experienced or experienced, I will be able to sublimate your understanding of 'suffering' in a new ......."

In an instant, the gray wilderness and the giant eyes hanging in the air seemed to collapse and dissipate. Darkness reigned, and the boy felt his body continue to descend...... Decline...... Descend into a deep sleep.

--------------------------------------------------------- p.s. In the official setting, Rajat has made a comeback but has been destroyed again. Don't use the drama of the novel to make up the official plot. I'm just borrowing some of the settings. If the rules were to be followed, it would have been Poplar Shield, not Tannis, who would have saved Crane.

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