What the hell is going on?!

Everything in front of him rushed straight into his mind like a pour, and before he could realize that he had become a stranger in an unknown world, this bloody, desperate and extremely distorted scene directly made him jaw-dropping.

Steam, alchemy, monsters!

A madman who longs for might, a god who is hooked by the throat!

Vomit!

The slowly wriggling flesh in front of him finally made Zhao Zhi's stomach unbearable, and he vomited violently.

And the instinctive body reaction of vomiting collapsed the wound on his back, and his face instantly turned hideous.

After spitting all the remaining gastric juice in his stomach on the instep of his foot, Zhao Zhi finally understood what the first thing he should do now.

Climb out of this damn broken glass jar!

After gasping for breath and regaining some strength, Zhao Zhi observed the iron chain on his wrist. It's a buckle chain, and the hoop around your wrist is a bit like a policeman's handcuff, but today's chain is much more rudimentary.

Keys are still needed.

Perhaps it was the favor of the goddess of fate, and after the monster West exploded, a copper key happened to fall in front of him. Because the chains that bound his hands and feet were not really tight, he could have hooked them with his feet, clamped them with his toes, and carried them to his hands.

However, for him now, this amount of work is not small.

After nearly twenty minutes, he finally untied the chains on his body, and walked out barefoot carefully stepping on the putrid bloodstain.

Oh my God, why put him through this torture? Isn't the suffering he just went through enough?

He held his breath, trying not to let the pungent stench from the ground hit his nostrils, but the slippery feeling from the soles of his feet still made him pale.

Beneath his feet was a dead man, a dead man who was still jumping alive.

Finally getting out of this mess of filth, Zhao Zhi rubbed the soles of his feet very the ground, looked around, and found that there was a door around the corner, like a room.

Ignoring the pain in his back, he hurriedly walked over, pushed open the door and found that it was a small bedroom, and surprisingly, the things in the bedroom were neatly organized, and it was completely impossible to see that its owner had once been a desperate madman.

But this made Zhao Zhi very happy.

He hurriedly walked in, found a clean towel to wipe the filth off his body, and then examined his wound in the mirror.

It is estimated that it is the effect of that blue solution, and now the wound has stopped bleeding, but its rolled white flesh is still reminding Zhao Zhi that it is not easy.

Zhao Zhi tugged at the corners of his mouth, gently processed the blood stains on his back, looked around, found a few fairly clean clothes, and put them on casually, he thought he should go to the doctor now.

Just as he was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of an unclosed notebook on his desk.

Unfamiliar font, but the moment his gaze swept over, he could clearly understand the meaning of it.

Is this the benefit of crossing?

Zhao Zhi smiled bitterly, picked up the notebook, and the first sentence on it was, "All my life, I wanted to find the true traces of the existence of the gods, but I found that the gods are not untouchable." ”

Zhao Zhi, who has been obsessed with various myths since he was a child, was attracted by this sentence, he completely forgot that there were injuries on his back that needed to be dealt with urgently, and he couldn't wait to look at it.

This is a diary, written by West's own hand in his old age.

The beginning of the journal is a complete reflection of his fanatical belief in the true gods, but by the middle of the diary, he begins to doubt the existence of the gods. So, he began to search for the true existence of the gods.

On one page of his diary, he wrote that he had come to the place where the gods had existed, and that he thought that through this quest, he would be able to find them.

But the next few pages were torn apart, and after jumping away from what was written on these pages, West's account began to become mixed and crazy, and all the sentences said one thing, he didn't want to die, he wanted to be a god.

As he grows older, he begins to search for the legendary ability "Twins", through which he can obtain a young shell that he can use to support his research.

In the final pages, he writes in his notebook that he has found abilities that are very similar to those of the twins, and that he can't wait to start experimenting, and that he only needs a muscular young man now.

It came to an abrupt end.

Zhao Zhi closed the notebook, "sturdy young man", is that himself? No, it should be said that it is Ron.

But what does "ability" mean? some kind of special ability? And this ability, called "twins," has a similar effect to taking away?

What did the torn pages of the diary contain, what did he go to, what did he find?

Is there really a god in this world?

After reading this diary, Zhao Zhi's mind was full of impatience, and the obsession with mythology engraved in his bones made him forget his embarrassing situation now.

He put down the notebook and looked at the other books on the shelf. His fingertips swept from book to book and finally landed on an old hard-shell book.

The book is not thick, but the book is densely packed with notes, and judging by the notes, this should be the book of West's youth.

Turning the pages one by one, Zhao Zhi's face became more and more complicated.

It is a textbook-like book, but it is full of alchemy and supernatural abilities.

Under the introduction of this book and the memories in Zhao Zhi's mind, he finally had a general understanding of the world.

The world is divided into four large states, namely the Gnosman Confederate, the Alvana Militaristic State, the Ten Directions Sea Alliance, and the San Sebastian Empire, where he is now located in the Kingdom of Rorklin within the Gnosman Confederation.

And it is worth mentioning that in this world, there are demons. Different from the grass beasts, the demons of this world are born and raised aliens, and they are born with strong strength, and they are synonymous with disaster in this world.

They possess all sorts of strange abilities, such as spitting fire and water, and even destroying a city.

According to legend, the birth of a demon comes from the fall of the gods, and after the fall of the gods, the blood of the gods is scattered in the heavens and the earth, and those who touch it become demons. And their power comes from the true God.

And in the course of thousands of years of fighting demons, people have discovered that humans can also use this ability. After killing the demon, dig out its heart, and then through a special stone and a special ritual, you can reproduce the demon's power in this stone, and this stone becomes a demon talisman.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhi's heart moved.

He remembered the system-like thing that suddenly appeared in his eyes earlier, and told him about West's several abilities.

And after West's tragic death, he did see a few stone-like things falling into the rancid flesh.

That's the demon talisman?

Just as he was about to go out to take a look, Zhao Zhi suddenly heard a heavy knock on the door, followed by a voice.

"I'm Officer Ford! I'll count three-two-one, if I don't open the door, I'll give you a taste!"

Got the police looking for you?

Before Zhao Zhi could react, he heard the man kicking the door hard.

Zhao Zhi hurriedly stuffed the book into his arms along with the notes, and then ran out quickly, ignoring the pain in his back and the nausea of the blood, he picked up the few dirty stones, and just stuffed them into his pocket when he heard a loud noise.

The door was kicked open.

A group of policemen rushed in from outside the door, led by a fat man with a meaty face. He held a revolver in his hand, pointed it at Zhao Zhi's head, and "raised his hand...... Oh, Heavenly Father......"

Before he could finish his routine words to Zhao Zhi, he was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he was speechless.

A drop of sweat dripped from his forehead and slowly fell down the furrow on his face. At the same time, he squirmed up and down very hard before he spoke, "What the hell is going on?"

"You're just in time, Mr. Policeman. Zhao Zhi hurriedly said: "Hurry up and save me, I was caught here by a madman, and he wants to kill me!

"Crazy?" the fat cop glanced around, then his gaze fell on the filth on the ground, "You're talking about him?"

Zhao Zhi nodded, "That's right, it's him." ”

"Are you a fool or are you taking me for a fool?" The fat policeman put his gun on Zhao Zhi's head and spitted wildly, "I don't know what the hell you're playing, boy!" But you must know that you can never fool a wise police officer!"

"No, no, no, of course I didn't speak!" Zhao Zhi replied: "Although all this seems weird, please believe me, I am not lying!"

The fat policeman was about to say something, when a middle-aged man wearing an orange windbreaker and a black top hat suddenly walked in from behind the crowd, he frowned and glanced around, and patted the fat policeman on the shoulder, "Okay Ford, there is no need to reprimand this innocent young man anymore, he is indeed a victim." ”

"But ......"

"Rest assured, I'll take care of everything. The middle-aged man turned his head and smiled at Zhao Zhi: "I know you are innocent, okay, but if you are involved in such an incident, of course you can't leave alone." I'll arrange for someone to take care of the wound on your back, and then make a routine inquiry, can you cooperate?"

Zhao Zhi's pupils shrank.

Now that he is clothed, how does he know about the wound on his back?

Glancing at a round seal in the man's hand, he calmed down inexplicably, bowed slightly and replied, "This is exactly what I wanted, sir." ”