Brussels, the capital of Belgium, January 1848

At night, at the White Swan Café in the main square of the city center, the occupants of an ordinary room upstairs are still not asleep.

The flickering dim light cast the shadows of the two young men on the walls of the room.

As the candlelight flickered, the shadows swayed slightly. Sometimes, the shaking would be a little louder, when two young men were talking softly, and when the shadows began to shake violently, their angry arguments and loud growls could be heard even in the hallway outside the door.

Of course, this kind of rather Sven quarrel was much less than the noise on the street outside, and even the waiter who passed by the door did not care about it. And the chattering guests in the café downstairs don't know anything about it.

Indeed, the two young men arguing upstairs at the White Swan Café were not celebrities, but only poor and shabby families and the sons of ordinary merchants, both Jews who had been ostracized in Europe.

Not long ago, one of the young men who spoke and acted more flamboyantly was expelled by the French government on charges of "dangerous revolutionary" and "spreading reactionary speech", and had to move to Brussels, Belgium, where he lived in a cheap room at the White Swan Café.

Anyway, Zuihou's argument finally ended, and together they pushed aside the mess of manuscripts and books on the table and began to rustle on a polished letterhead, with the shabby writing while his merchant friend watched.

Judging by the title and content, this is a program document for a small political party.

Such "club parties", which were born out of the whims of some people, were like weeds on the side of the road in Europe at that time, and a few were born in cafes and beer halls almost every day, and the vast majority of these parties were born silently like morning dew, and then quietly disappeared, and only a very few could rise to the top and gain a place in parliament.

However, the political party planned by these two young men was not created for the sake of elections, but was based on a fighting platform......

In the dim light, the ink pen flowed on the letterhead, and everything was peaceful, as it had been when countless documents had been drafted in the past.

But-

As the pen moves,

The shijie of the dead trembled violently, and the souls who ignored the laws of the gods began to yell angrily or daxiao loudly, and there was no need for them to cry or wail in pain anymore, because the prison cage of hell had begun to crumble......

In this Zuihou struggle, all they lose is the shackles, and what they gain will be the entire Shijie.

From then on, a red ghost began to hover over the European continent.

……

The pen is still moving,

All kinds of demons and spirits hidden in the darkness can't help but feel trembling and trembling from the heart, whether they are evil or good, whether they are ancient or new, no matter what country they come from or what era they are born in.

The bell of judgment echoed in every secret realm of the whole shijie, and every powerful alien dimly saw the unpredictable future, and could all feel that the end of zuihou was gradually approaching—the good old days of thousands of years above mortals were coming to an end.

When it was time to leave, it had arrived.

……

The pen is still moving,

God, Allah and Buddha, who were sitting high in the clouds, and countless gods, both famous and unfamous, also suddenly opened their eyes. …,

The thread of their fate slowly began to turn into nothingness, which had never happened before.

Since the beginning of human history, gods can be shaped, modified, replaced, distorted, defeated, destroyed, forgotten, but never completely disappeared, and after the fall of each old god, new gods will eventually emerge to fill the void left behind.

However, at this moment, a void appeared in front of the gods.

Something beyond their control is emerging, and the gods are powerless to stop it.

The very basis of the existence of the gods has been denied by the humans who created them.

……

Of course, the two young men who were sitting at their desks in the White Swan Hotel did not know about the above things.

They finally finished discussing the Zuihou paragraph of the program, and only a few sentences of Zuihou were left to write it yet.

The young son of the merchant had already left the table and looked through the window at the main square in the center of Brussels, where he saw a cluster of brilliant ceremonial flowers explode in the air, bloom for a moment of brilliance, and then slowly disappear, and finally fall silent.

As if sensing something, he began to mumble something in his mouth, but the Broken House of the Desk Book did not notice it.

――The document is nearing the end, and the broken settlement is slowly marked with a character zuihou:

“…… Proletarians of all shijie, unite! ”

――――――――――――――――――――

Hundreds of years of time passed quickly, the years of burning passion came and went, the red wave once swept most of Shijie, and then collapsed at the top of its most glorious top, Zuihou gradually fell silent.

The great teachers have long since left this shijie; And the ideal of emancipating all mankind has been gradually forgotten by everyone.

However, on another unknown front, the warriors full of lofty ideals are still fighting the fiercest battles all the time.

- This shijie is not only what ordinary people know, but there are many beings that normal people can't understand.

In an evil corner of the bustling city, in a dark and hidden cult lair, an uninvited guest in a Mao suit suddenly broke in.

“…… It's not scientific! ”

With the loud shout of the comrade political commissar, the tentacle monster and evil god who was still showing his teeth and claws a moment ago suddenly seemed to have been suddenly judged, and under some irresistible great will, he could not make any resistance at all, and turned into a pool of viscous pus in an instant. Only the poor disheveled high school girl was left, still lying panting in the slime.

Then, more than a dozen policemen who had already been ready rushed in from the door and arrested the cultists who had panicked one by one.

What awaits them next will be a very scientific 100,000-volt electric shock treatment and a long life behind bars.

Seeing that everything was under control, the elderly commissar, who was already a little gray-haired and loose-skinned, couldn't help but sigh tiredly, then took off the hexagonal hat on his head, flicked dust next to the wall, struck another match, and lit the cigarette in his mouth.

This is already the third cult stronghold that has been smashed this year!

When did these backward and evil feudal superstitions rekindle in the motherland?

Alas, I really miss those hot-blooded comrades-in-arms armed with truth and science, the era when all ghosts, snakes and gods were wiped out!

I don't know when it began, my seniors and peers left the team one after another, and there were fewer and fewer young people who could be added to the team. Now, even his own dying old man, who should have retired a long time ago, has to go into battle again.

Firm and pure faith has faded away in this era. All kinds of evil exist, but once again they are starting to move. …,

And those wormholes that suddenly appeared and connected to different shijie added more elusive variables to this increasingly chaotic shijie.

“…… However, whether or not this shijie is collapsing day by day, I will still continue to fight under the red flag until the zuihou of life breathes. ”

The political commissar thought silently, and at the same time dropped the cigarette that had already burned most of it, and the oath he had made seemed to ring in his ears again.

“…… The darkness of ignorance and hypocrisy still shrouds this shijie! I swear that from today onwards I will fight for the truth! I will not be religious, delusional, or confused, and I will pierce the hypocritical mask of all exploiters, and I will do my duty faithfully until death! I am a seeder of civilization and science, and I am a preacher of democracy and progress. I am the torch that banishes superstition, I am the sickle that destroys ignorance, I am the hammer that smashes the shackles, I am the guardian of all mankind! I dedicate my life and glory to the greatest scientific communist faith, and this is true today, every day! ”

Just as he was reminiscing about the old days alone, the shouts of the young team members suddenly came to his ears.

“…… Report to the commissar! Found a wormhole! ”

“…… Got it, I'm coming! ”

Comrade Political Commissar casually dropped the cigarette he had just smoked a few times and ran it with the sole of his shoe a few times before he stood up.

In the next room to the place where these cultists held their rituals, behind a screen of gold-painted landscapes about three feet high, a silver round hole with a diameter of nearly half a meter was suspended, the front was a deep darkness that could not be seen at a glance, and the back was like a silver-plated convex mirror.

On both sides of the glittering silver film, there are circles of water ripples from time to time, and there is a trace of black gas seeping out inside, permeating a mysterious and evil atmosphere, which makes people can't help but feel like they are facing a great enemy at a glance.

- This is the intersection of the alien shijie and the real shijie, and it is also the source of the tentacle monster evil god.

Although everyone else in the room had already put on gas masks, the comrade political commissar, who was only wearing a tunic suit, was not afraid. I saw him striding to the front of the wormhole, then took a deep breath, swung his fist at the silver wormhole diaphragm, and struck hard with all his strength!

“…… You shouldn't exist, disappear for me! ”

In an instant, the wormhole was like a punctured soap bubble, shattering into countless scattered points of light, and then disappeared from everyone's field of vision.

However, on this decaying Shijie, there are many unknown corners, and more otherworldly connection points are quietly appearing......

-- The prelude to the era of the Great Crossing has been slowly opened.