"What does this mean?" Dark asked, and stood up subconsciously.

"It seems that because of my problem, you are afraid, Dark." The tone of "Thunder Page" became strange. The corners of her mouth curled up, her eyes closed slightly, and she looked at Dark with a teasing look.

Then she quickly walked to Dake, pinched his ear and said:

"Your attitude determines your future, fear will only deepen your danger, keep you from being bound to perish. You may not know that in addition to you, there will be order, chaos, and the ambitious members of the Federal Council."

"Federal...Committee?" Dark said in surprise.

"That's right, it's the people who are in charge of Cruzde who stand at the peak of power. When the wave of "unintentional people" that threatens the capital and surrounding provinces has receded during this period, waves of explorers will go to the northern border and look for His traces in the ice fields."

"A true wise man is good at predicting dangers and opportunities and knowing what he wants to get. Dark, believe me, as a human being, you cannot reach the gods. What you want from ‘Pramini’ must be to give up some of the ‘original heart’ exchanges. Pushing opens this door means you have chosen magic. The Chaos Group will recognize your profession and give you help beyond humanity within the scope."

Under the persuasion of "Thunder Page", Dake's gray eyes stared at the iron gate in front of him. It seemed that it was a node that communicated reality and alien space. After opening it, it might be a bright, mysterious, and magnificent palace of gods, or a dark, humid, and oxygen-deficient deep-sea palace.

Whether behind him is the tentacle monster with fangs and claws or the beautiful supreme god, Dark wants to try it out.

After all, the only reason in the brain was gradually eliminating under the temptation of the "Thunder Page" and slowly, uncontrollably moved his steps. Dark found that the door was getting bigger and bigger, and he was becoming more and more suppressed, making him almost unable to breathe.

It took him a long time to put his hands on the metal handle tremblingly.

With a strong breath, Dark struggled for the last time in his heart. He knew that he had chosen "magic". From now on, a series of fates will guide him in the extraordinary direction. From then on, human nature will gradually decrease, and extraordinary nature will gradually increase. Perhaps, in the future, he will become a god, or may completely become a monster who is unconscious and only knows how to kill.

If he chose "steam", his magical power would gradually be replaced by steam machinery, and human nature would be preserved forever, and limited life might prevent him from searching for the shadow of "Pramini". He may have been looking for bubbles in the water all his life. Even if he transformed his body into a machine and reached the realm of cyberpunk, it would be just to extend this painful journey.

Just when he was still struggling, "Leiye"'s low voice ordered him to make his last choice:

"Open...it...it!"

At the same time, a cold muzzle pressed against the back of his neck, forcing him to make a final choice.

"Magic, I choose magic! I want to explore 'Plamini', I want to contact the gods!"

Dark roared and cried, venting the depression of his past years of wandering and adventure.

His hands stopped trembling, and several thick scarlet flashed through his gray pupils, and blood oozed out of the corners of his mouth that gritted his teeth.

Immediately afterwards, he made up his mind, mustered up the courage, and pushed open the iron door!

Zi ————

A harsh buzzing sound passed through his ears, and a bright light almost pierced his cornea.

After all the surrounding stimulation of the senses ended, Dark looked at the scene in front of him with an incredible look on his face.

The noon sun shines gently on the pedestrian road not far away. A pleasant sound came from the tributary of the slowly flowing North Mamous River, and the noise of the commercial market was endless. From time to time, the sound of cars and mechanical chariots speeding above our heads came from time to time.

Outside is a small artificial balcony for daily use such as making clothes, enjoying river scenery, placing potted plants, etc.

This balcony belongs to the hot zone of merchants and civilians in this street, who in the wasteland world had to open all day long, or work dangerously and toxicly in factories until late at night in exchange for a meager salary far below the value created.

Some workers produce special guns for federal factories that fight against "unintentional people" and lost people, such as the "special" series of rifles. The materials are mostly ores containing magic power and plants contaminated by the blood of "unintentional people". If you are exposed to these raw materials for a long time, even if you take good protection, you will accumulate "sadness" in your body, and eventually you will be in a trance and fall into collapse.

The serious thing is either falling on the street without anyone's attention, or becoming a "unintentional person" and a lost person, being executed by the Binglin City Public Security Team directly under the federal strategic team, and in accordance with federal law, all personal property was confiscated.

Usually, these workers only work for five years and must apply to join the local legion and go to the front line to fight. Therefore, in the wasteland world, at least in the Cruisd Federation, the twisted journey of human beings from birth to death will not exceed 35 years.

Physical torture and mental depression always make them try to escape from the constraints of the wasteland world, but as long as they stand here, under the bridge across the river, look up at the night view of the city with glorious light, and feel the gentle breeze blowing near the river, they will feel unprecedented happiness that transcends everything.

"I think you must be shocked and disappointed. Yes, I said, "door" represents only an attitude and a choice, and does not have too much practical significance. A few years ago, I had the honor to read the letter from Natasha, the only profession in the Sun Nirvana Empire, the woman of the Lost Church." The tone of "Thunder Page" became softer, she put away her pistol and looked at the river, as if she had also integrated herself into this small peaceful world.

"What is the content of the letter?" Dark asked curiously, raising the iron railings to calm his mood.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! "Before her death, she met a young man with enough power to surprise her, and also asked the man the question I asked you. It's just a pity that even with the threat of a pistol, he refused to choose to join 'magic', but chose steam. But do you know, Dark?" "Thunder Page" turned his head and looked at Dark and said.

"Human identities cannot contact gods and cannot obtain high-level orders. All they can do is to ask nature, establish a science and technology empire, destroy the soil on which the magic source power depends for survival, and then kill the gods. Whether it is the psychic or the lost, they are actually the darlings favored by gods, and can have enough power to change the world."

"By the way, the young people Natasha met have this kind of power that transcends the gods. If I remember correctly, it is called the 'Red Magic Source Power'."

"Red Magic Source Power?" Dake said in surprise.

The gray dream that was originally blurred as if covered with a veil in my mind gradually became clear. Yes, the mysterious man who called himself "reverberator" in the dream seemed to have said that the power to summon himself to the dream is it, "red magic source power".

"Have you understood this power?" "Thunder Page" was a little surprised and stared at Dark.

"I haven't... taken the initiative to contact him." Dark shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel the sudden vertigo, "In my dream... I have heard this word occasionally."

"Dream?" "Thunder Page" chuckled:

"Dreams are not true portrayals of the secrets buried deep in your heart, but events you encountered very long ago and didn't care about at that time. In any case, I will warn you, Dark, not to try to accept mysterious and dangerous things. The red magic power has been passed down for countless generations, and the forces belonging to evil and corruption have long gained the upper hand. The ancient god of deep sea Dipser once gave it the 'risky tentacles under the dark night'."

"In the middle of the Second Age, the leader of our Chaos Group, "Blood Final", possessed it. He was bewitched by the darkness from the deep sea, hiding his body, manipulating tentacles to kill the three emperors at that time, Nicholas I, Peter III, and August II. The Cruzed Empire was thus trapped in turmoil for thirty years and became fragmented."

"The purpose of 'Blood Final' is nothing more than to obtain the decisive sacred weapon that played a decisive role in the war between the ancient dragon clan, which they held, and to break through the 4th stage of order: the shackles of hope, and reach 3th stage of order: the battle, one step closer to the demigod. Do you know what this is? Dark."

"Desire?" Dark tried to answer.

"No, it's not enough to describe his behavior." "Lei Ye" said, suddenly gritting his teeth, clenching his fists, and then saying as if he was seeping out of his teeth:

"Yes, stupid greed!!!"

"He thought that with his own strength he could come and go freely, trampled on all laws and rules, easily fooled others and erased others. With the help of the darkness of his heart, he took the actions of thieves, robbers, evil spirits, devils and Satan to satisfy his desires."

"The desire is hard to calm down, Ms. 'Thunder Page'," Dake echoed.

"Of course, he is the kind of scum who 'only eyes and hearts focus on greed, shed innocent blood, and engage in oppression and violence.' When desire expands to the extreme, the imbalance of power reaches the brink of collapse, the sharp blade of sanctions falls. Like a sword of Damocles, it ends the turmoil, and the "short-lived Ivan," who inherits the throne from the noble, ends him." "Thunder Page" said with an exaggerated smile on his face:
Chapter completed!