Hey, there's hell ahead.

Pain, excruciating pain.

It's like bones being disassembled and reassembled, the tender flesh rubbing against the rough sand, the new skin is as fragile as a baby, and the slightest breeze will bring pain.

What is even more annoying is the endless whispers in my ears, which constantly arouse my uncontrolled nerves, and offer sweet and ripe temptations, as well as cold-blooded and crazy threats. All the chaos that can be imagined in the world is in it, mixed with the screams of the queen worm and the curses of the monsters. The scarlet fills the vision, giving people a splitting headache.

What happened?

Why am I here?

He struggled for so long that he almost forgot who he was. In the endless blood, the end suddenly cast a dim starlight.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to hold the light in his palm. The moment he touched the light, several scenes flashed through his mind: it was snowing outside the temple, and the white-robed Saint was standing at the door with a calm expression. He was the only one who could see the other party's hidden uneasiness.

In the new town that was beginning to take shape, flax-haired descendants of the nobility and black-robed merchants sat in a recently built wooden house, their faces showing the same solemnity.

.......

His dazed consciousness slowly withdrew from the entanglement of murderous intent, and he could clearly sense the existence of three and a half bodies.

It was like a computer that was playing a split-screen game and was suddenly attacked by a virus, and one of the windows became full screen and covered the other windows. After the system returned to normal, he was able to contact the other windows and determine his status.

The full force of the curse was so terrifying that he thought he would be completely lost in the frenzy of murder. Mason struggled to open his eyes and took several minutes to collect his thoughts.

During the fight, he grabbed the watch, but was subsequently struck by the living metal within the Zero, and fell unconscious from the impact and injuries of the landing.

...and then?

Where is he now?

Looking around, this is a cave made of gemstones. There is only one entrance and exit, which leads to a deeper place. There is no trace of the pocket watch around. The red-haired young man staggered to his feet. The wounds on his body healed quickly under the effect of the seal, but he had strong auditory hallucinations. The side effects of the pocket watch also began to manifest. When the gemstone wall scratched his palm, Mason was horrified to find that only a small drop of blood oozed out of the wound.

Even with just this one drop, the Gemstone Cave began to shake violently, and tiny fragments burst out of the top of his head. Mason fell to the ground unsteadily, and it took him a long time to sit up again as the ground stopped shaking.

He is too weak.

When he realized this, the delayed feeling of hunger hit his stomach. Mason swallowed subconsciously and smelled a faint fragrance. This tempting smell emanated from the gems around him. He felt as if he had gone crazy. He didn't know why, but the stones around him smelled... delicious?

This alluring aroma was very familiar, but the young man's brain was completely unable to think. When he reacted, his hands had already picked up the gem fragments on the ground and began to stuff them into his mouth. Hunger did not allow him to have the strength to digest the gems. His canine teeth were clenched tightly and could not bite these hard minerals. Instead, he was drooling over the aroma.

Damn, how can something that I can't even swallow smell so delicious! ?

Mason was really afraid that he would chew and swallow his tongue accidentally, so he took out the stone with difficulty, silently saying "I'm not hungry at all", and forced himself to ignore the fragrance.

There was no light in the cave. He rested for a long time before forcing a little blood out of the wound. He reopened his eyes to strengthen them, and walked towards the exit while holding onto the wall.

Outside the cave were tunnels that led in all directions, and the end was lost in darkness. Mason looked around in confusion, not remembering that there was such a place on the map of the Kingdom of God.

Where on earth did he come from, where did the Son of God go, and where did the pocket watch fall?

Hesitantly, he heard a sound. Mason hesitated for a moment, then dragged his ethereal body back to the cave entrance.

His decision was undoubtedly correct.

A neatly-organized team of patrolmen came from the end of the tunnel. Their figures were a little illusory. They wore golden crowns, held silver spears, and had armor inlaid with gems. They patrolled the tunnel expressionlessly.

On the leader's chest, a strange symbol was fused with gold foil: a kind-looking woman holding a box, the opened box lid was filled with gems. When the red-haired young man saw the symbol clearly, his pupils shrank slightly, and he followed the other party with a solemn expression until she passed by.

The training in the mountains during this period has taken effect. The perception mode of these guards is similar to that of mineral creatures. Mason hangs behind them not too far away. The tunnel in front of him gradually opens up, and it is obvious that it has been repaired by humans.

The walls were covered with vivid and simple murals outlined with gold powder. He slowed down his pace and looked at them one by one.

The first mural is of a goddess sleeping in a mine, with bright red and gold painted all around her, making her look like she was born from blood. Many little people are kneeling before her, and the leading little person is crying.

The second mural has an altar built for the goddess. The land where the goddess walks produces minerals, which they use to make weapons and trade. The warriors wear the clothes seen on the patrol team before, while the priests are more solemn and carry many gorgeous and precious accessories.

The next few murals depicted scenes of a thriving tribe. Mason quickened his pace and saw a sudden turn in the middle, where many outsiders broke into their tribe and drove the snakes to kill the villains. The goddess held the sword angrily and fought with another goddess above the invaders.

His image is widely recorded in the temple's scriptures. One of the twelve gods before the Black Mist, as an ancient god, the priests of the Earth Mother Goddess are very severe in striking at heterodox gods of the same nature.

The war on the ground ended with the victory of the followers of the Earth Mother Goddess. The goddess fled helplessly, leaving behind the villages and corpses of her followers, and the knights chasing behind her. The recorder described this scene realistically. The pain and despair in the eyes of the villain, the sad and resentful eyes of the goddess and her back as she had to leave, and the cold and terrifying knight. The three parties formed a sharp contrast.

Several murals were subsequently damaged and could not be seen clearly. When the intact murals appeared, the goddess had lost her gentle appearance. Her left eye was twitching, pregnant with something unknown. Her right eye disappeared, replaced by an exquisite chainless pocket watch.

In front of Him were piles of metal and the bones of His believers. Behind Him were mountains outlined by stone powder, iron powder, silver powder, gold powder, gem powder, and mithril powder. He was in the familiar Kingdom of God.

In the last mural, a sharp arrow shot from outside the Kingdom of God pierced His heart, and the goddess had a twisted sneer on her face. At the last moment, He gouged out his eyes and threw them into the air, his dead body fell backwards, his head turned into a portal, his healed breasts turned into mountains, his abdomen turned into plains, and his limbs became the pillars of the Kingdom of God.

A hand reaches out from the outside world and grabs a beautiful crystal from the head. This should be the scene where the [Mother Earth] kills the [Mother of Ten Thousand Stones] and seizes her divinity. The scene ends here.

The murals contained too much information, so Mason quickly scanned them and dodged into another passage to avoid another team of patrolmen coming from behind.

These murals should record the story of the Mother of Ten Thousand Stones, from whose eyes the Son of God was born and inherited the pocket watch. Looking at the people coming and going outside the tunnel, Mason counted the weapons he had on him.

The Knight's long sword was lost somewhere during the battle, and most of its bullets had been used up in the past few days, with the remaining ones petrified by the Son of God. Aesthetics was spared, but without blood enhancement, its power was limited.

It would be a shame to come here and not go in and take a look. Mason licked his lips and made a decision.

A team of patrolmen walked towards the end of the tunnel with expressionless faces, their steps as if measured with a ruler. The surroundings were unusually quiet, and the patrol team walked straight towards their destination according to the plan without looking around.

The further we went, the more patrol teams gathered, and finally they gathered in a hall.

When these patrollers stepped into the place, the extravagant silver and gold shone suddenly. It was as if the red curtain of a play was drawn back and the puppets began to dance.

The altar is filled with precious jewels. Priests hold ceremonies here and sing praises to the Mother Goddess. Children look up to listen to teachings, and mothers lean over to pray that their babies can grow up. Strong warriors are the most loyal defenders, and the most skilled singers and musicians in the tribe are singing loudly. The faint and ethereal singing voices and the simple music are combined, and the pious poems are repeated day and night.

This is a song dedicated to the Mother Goddess.

This is the sound of lifelong prayer.

The last patrolman who stepped into the hall suddenly felt a little wet on his face, and then it stung unbearably. Scarlet blood spread along his cheeks, dispersing the power that protected his mind and bound his soul. He opened his eyes wide as if he was remembering something, staring blankly at the familiar and nostalgic sacrificial scene in front of him.

“——”

He opened his mouth but could not speak. The lingering gaze gradually disappeared as the figure faded away. This change shocked everyone in the hall. Without waiting for their reaction, the figure that was clinging to the cave ceiling ran away quickly, and the warriors chased after it without hesitation.

The ring's effect was activated, allowing the finger bones that had been worn white by the cave's top gemstone to grow new flesh. The red-haired young man gasped in pain, having never expected that the [Mother of Ten Thousand Stones] would be so costly.

She trapped the souls of her believers here and sealed them with her power. Unable to leave and unable to disappear, the departed souls were forever placed in the goddess's treasure chest, wandering in the endless dark years.

After the disappearance of the Mother of Ten Thousand Stones, the one who provided the power should be the Son of God. He hid in the Kingdom of God before the death of the Mother Goddess, and he survived until now because of the help he received.

The people chasing him were much more familiar with the terrain than he was. Mason drew his gun decisively and fired a bullet at the wall. The French bullet exploded when it hit the wall, and the solid gemstone wall shook. The warriors who were chasing him were panicked and stopped chasing, kneeling on the ground with their heads down, muttering something.

The red-haired young man took advantage of the situation and ran into an unfamiliar passage, leaving the people behind him without a trace. When he stopped panting, the exercise and the consumption of fighting made him feel more and more hungry. The surrounding mountain walls exuded a sweet smell. He reluctantly looked away, thinking that he would starve to death if he didn't eat something. The wonderful fragrance involuntarily drilled into his nose, just like a little mouse jumping into a mountain of cakes, every trace became extremely clear.

Mason subconsciously moved his feet and walked towards the place where the fragrance was the strongest. Unconsciously, this fragrance was mixed with other familiar smells. He vaguely remembered something, but his body was already driven closer to the source by hunger.

Coming out of the tunnel, one is greeted by a glittering silver forest. Walking through it is like being in a wealthy capital city, with branches full of mithril fruits, and each tree is full of harvest. The wind carries a beautiful fragrance, which, mixed with the sweet fragrance of the earth and the dome itself, is enough to drive one insane.

Mason's eyelids twitched wildly at this beautiful and dreamy scene. The gray-black figures standing under the tree slowly turned their heads, one, two, three...

These people who had been assimilated by the forest at some point had become more thoroughly alienated and more powerful. Hundreds of petrified people stared at him, rustling sounds were heard, and all kinds of weapons flashed in their hands.

"Sorry for the interruption, please continue."

He acted decisively, his desire to survive overcame his horrible hunger, and he turned and ran without hesitation.

Are you kidding? Fighting here would just be courting death.

The golden fruit spun around, and the human face on the back looked at the escapee and laughed joyfully. As the fragrance suddenly intensified, the petrified people all jumped out.

Mason ran all the way, and the guards stayed by the tree, but lacked understanding of the surrounding environment. The young man got rid of them by taking advantage of the geographical advantages he had memorized when he came here, and he felt so empty that his eyes went dark, and he just felt that this place was incompatible with him.

He had to find a place to rest, otherwise he would not have the energy to escape if he encountered anything else. The red-haired young man thought, and he could not get rid of the round body of the Mithril Fruit, the sweet aroma, and the sweet taste of the juice when his teeth chewed the flesh...

The imagination was even more tempting than the reality. He swallowed hard, and his feet, which should have stayed away from that area, could no longer move.

Half an hour later, a sneaky figure appeared beside the Mithril Forest. The human-faced people laughed in unison, and the stone guards immediately chased after him. They disappeared into the tunnel together, and not long after, the red-haired young man came out again and used the same trick to take away another wave of guardians.

The branches of the Mithril Forest rustled, and the fully formed fruits with human faces were extremely intelligent, and they immediately had a bad premonition. The laughter turned into calls, ordering the guardians in the distance to return. The petrified people who were still dizzy and disoriented in the tunnel received the order and immediately returned to the mother tree.

Unfortunately, it was too late. The red-haired young man took the initiative to become the dog behind the gate, and plunged into the woods. He raised his hand and plucked a fruit from the tree. At the same time as the fruit fell from the branch, one of the pursuers fell to the ground, uttered a miserable wail, and melted away.

Mason didn't even turn his head and stuffed the fruit into his mouth like a hungry ghost. The mithril fruit melted in his mouth. The remaining human-faced fruits shook in shock. They never thought that they would encounter such a desperate robber.

He dodged the Guardian's attack, grabbed the second one and ate it. The melted mithril burned through the stomach membrane, bringing a burning pain. Blood poured in from the damaged stomach wall, absorbing the power of the fruit while strengthening the healing stomach. In the repeated destruction and repair, the blood merged with most of the power, and the rest was absorbed by the body.

This is a wonderful thing.

Oreius' body is like a container for these liquids. There is nothing special about the skin, bones, and internal organs, but when they are damaged, it is like puncturing a plastic bag full of water, letting the truly dangerous stuff flow out. There are detoxifying grasses growing next to the venomous snake's nest, and only this body can completely contain all the blood without being controlled.

Eating alleviated some of the weakness. Mason was refreshed and completely ignored the attacks coming at him. Relying on his strong healing ability and invulnerability, he ate every attack he saw.

The cries echoed in the forest. The fruits never thought that there would be such a pervert. The gift of [Mother of Ten Thousand Stones] is not available to ordinary people. Ordinary people will die if they eat two. But with the help of blood, it can accumulate little by little and finally gather in the internal organs.

The surface of the vibrating organ gradually became covered with a mithril sheen, becoming soft and strong. The young man's movements became smoother and faster. Finally, a mithril tree that had lost all its fruits withered immediately, and the corresponding petrified man also fell to the ground and died. The mithril fruit panicked and begged for mercy in fear.

"Let us go! Let us go! We can tell you where the treasure is!"

"Gold, jewelry, silver, we can give you all the treasures in the world!"

The red-haired young man paused, then reached out and grabbed a mithril fruit threateningly: "I don't need treasure, just tell me where it is."

The eyes on the human face rolled around, and before they could come up with any bad ideas, the human expressionlessly tore off the fruit and stuffed it into his mouth. Seeing this, the human-faced fruit was so frightened that it dared not hide it anymore.

"God's kingdom! This is the Mother God's kingdom!"

The mithril branches rustled, and the faces scrambled to answer.

"This is where the mother who gave birth to ore and the master who shook the mountains live."

“He is a disaster born from the deepest part of the earth, a symbol of blood and power. He is the god who found a way out at the end of the world and was favored by fate.”

"Kneel down! This is the great kingdom of the Mother of Ten Thousand Stones!"

"Worship Him! His glory is as eternal as a gem!"

They sing in unison, and the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves is full of sacredness, like a hymn of praise from ancient times.

Mason sensed something was wrong: "Wait a minute—what about the Son of God? What role did He play?"

Hearing his question, the human-faced fruits chuckled.

"This is where the Great Mother Goddess resides! The eternal kingdom of us believers!"

"Break free from the unbearable shackles, fly high in the sky, without fear of the evil ones' prying, to the pure land of freedom!"

"Intruder——"

"The offender—"

"Poor ignorant and extremely stupid worm, you who think you can deceive the eyes and ears of my God. My Lord has awakened and will be resurrected soon. Ignorant, repent for the evil deeds you have done!"

All the fruits said in unison. Mason sensed something and turned around to see a petrified man leading the patrols to the entrance. The warriors rushed straight towards him.

Taking advantage of this gap, the Mithril tree pulled out its roots, and used the same trick to dive into the ground and escape, leaving behind only a group of petrified people and pits that were wailing and disappearing.

The silvery white liquid flowed out of the pit. If the magicians in the pre-Black Mist era had seen this scene, they would have been ecstatic. The expensive and rare Mithril is the best carrier of magic. Mason stared at the shining river, his heart sinking again and again.

The so-called Son of God does not refer to the offspring of the Mother of Ten Thousand Stones.

He is the ark made by the Mother of Ten Thousand Stones, and is the secret hidden in the Kingdom of God. The souls who believed in him and were killed can be eternal here, and the God's servants keep the last seed here. At the time of her death, the Mother of Ten Thousand Stones used the pocket watch to do something amazing.

After his godhood was taken away by the Earth Mother, the goddess used the Son of God as her trump card. Now that the power of the pocket watch has been exhausted, the Son of God has broken through the sky and descended. It is time to show her trump card.

Just as the Man-Faced Fruit said, the [Mother of Ten Thousand Stones] is about to be resurrected.

But in this era, there is only one true God, the "Omnipotent God" who inherited the power of the twelve true gods. How can the "Mother of Ten Thousand Stones", who has lost her divinity and whose kingdom has been invaded by humans, be resurrected?

Mason, who had regained his strength, easily defeated the group of warriors. The breath of blood dripping caused the space to vibrate. It was as if there was a gaze from above, pressing down on him silently and heavily like a rock.

Mason wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. The world he stood on was watching his every move. Compared with him, the Son of God was like a baby. The former was a transport warehouse for carrying goods, while the latter was the king in charge of authority. The legendary goddess's mere awakening was enough to make people lose the idea of ​​fighting.

There are so many gods more powerful than Him, why is it the Mother of Stones who is resurrected?

There are so many moments to be resurrected, why must it be now?

Subconsciously, Mason saw stars glittering on the other side of the plate, and he quietly realized that this might have something to do with him.

He thought the Son of God was delicious, and the latter also used him as a supplement. In the eyes of the newly awakened and weak Son of God, the power of the pocket watch had been exhausted. How could He not be tempted by a fresh meal in front of Him?

After the abnormality of the appearance of the child, and the help of the young man to cut the Son of God in half, the [Mother of Ten Thousand Stones] will inevitably be awakened. The path to becoming a god is no longer feasible in this era, and He can only choose another path.

From the moment he entered this kingdom of God, the gears of fate had quietly turned, destined to the inevitable ending. Mason now only had one question in mind: Can this world full of holes resist a former goddess who voluntarily fell into pollution?

Just imagining it can make it hard to breathe.

In silence, a figure appeared at the entrance of the tunnel. Mason had seen him before among the priests in the hall. The old priest bowed to him slowly and said in a steady and sad voice: "My Lord wants to see you, guest, please follow me."

In front of him was the goddess's plate, and behind him was the entire kingdom of God and even the human race. He stood on a suspended single-plank bridge, and beneath his feet were surging waves that wanted to drown him.

Mason wanted to sigh. He wondered if Oleus really had some hidden attribute, and that he would have to face life-and-death situations again and again as long as he used this vest?

Neither the portal nor the profiteers can reach here. This is a battle that belongs only to him. The red-haired young man was silent for a moment, then raised his head to reveal eyes as bright as stars. He raised the corners of his lips lazily, smiling arrogantly and fearlessly.

"Since it is the goddess's invitation, it is my honor."

Go ahead. The young man followed the priest and heard the sound of his heart beating and blood rushing in his chest. One voice whispered to him that it would be a dead end if he went any further. Another voice replied calmly: I know. But if I give up, who else can go?