Chapter 360 [Evil Collector]

The first floor of the Demon Prison.

Blood-red raindrops were dripping from the sky, falling on the ancient buildings of the city below.

The bumpy roads in the city accumulated rainwater and formed puddles one after another. Pedestrians along the way quickened their pace in the rain.

In the eastern part of the city, in a dilapidated wooden house.

A burly figure wearing worn-out armor held a four or five-year-old child in his arms and told the history of the race in front of the campfire, and naturally he couldn't help praising his ancestors with exaggeration.

"The world we live in is divided into layers of small worlds. The small world we live in is called the first floor of the Demon Prison..."

The little boy listened to his father's story and nodded seriously:

"Father, have our Nether Clan ever been really glorious?"

"Our ancestors once controlled several small worlds and were a well-deserved powerful force." The burly man nodded in an affirmative tone.

"Then why is the glory gone?"

Hearing this, the burly man looked embarrassed:

"The rise and fall of a race is normal. There is no eternally powerful race. At least our treasure house still has the treasures left by our ancestors during their glorious period... As long as we are not exterminated, our Nether Clan still has a chance to return to the top, but this requires the efforts of all the descendants of the Nether Clan, including you."

"Well, in the future I will also join the Nether Army and become a warrior like my father!" The little boy nodded excitedly.

"Shadow, I hope you can become a scholar, not a warrior."

"Why?"

"The honor of a warrior is too light, but the challenges to face are very heavy, and death is always around..."

...

With the dream of leading the tribe to rise, at the age of 11, Shadow went against his father's wishes and joined the Eighth Reserve Regiment of the Nether Army.

And his father was the teacher of the Eighth Reserve Regiment.

The dreams of youth were not burdened by the increase of experience. At that time, the dreams were very pure, and the starting point was just "that is the future I want."

After entering the reserve group, Shadow studied and grew up with his peers under the guidance of his father.

During this period, he showed outstanding talent.

The outstanding performance of Youying in the reserve group attracted the attention of the high-ranking nobles of Youying, who personally presented him with an honor necklace inlaid with dark green gems.

Since then, Youying's future has been limitless.

The turning point of fate was when Youying was 13 years old.

On that day, a major event happened in the Nether City. Countless huge beasts appeared above the city, and the shadows covering the sky and the sun covered a large area.

After that day, Youming met the nobles of the clan who gave him the honor necklace again.

Youying knew the history and understood that these nobles were the descendants of the pioneers who had opened up the glorious period of the Nether Clan. Even though the former glory was gone, these nobles were still respected by the Nether Clan.

While hesitating in his heart, Youying was curious about the reason why the nobles summoned him.

But when he learned the truth, Youying's heart was hit hard.

"Youying, the Soul-Destroying Clan needs a group of slaves. This time, the talent requirements for slaves are very high. For the future of our clan, I need you to become a slave of the Soul-Destroying Clan."

Hearing this news, Youying couldn't stop trembling in his heart.

"It only takes ten years, and we will take you back."

The noble's words sounded like a negotiation, but more like an order.

Shadow wanted to refuse, but he couldn't muster up the courage.

But facing the nobles who controlled the Shadow Clan, he had no right to refuse.

...

The day of escorting slaves arrived as scheduled, and the giant beast attacked again. Shadow and a group of leaders were sent to the back of the giant beast.

Standing on the back of the giant beast, Shadow looked at his father standing below.

But what he saw was his father's evasive eyes, and finally turned his head away and stopped looking at him.

At that moment, Shadow's heart was close to the edge of collapse.

It was a glorious thing to sacrifice for the tribe in his father's story, but he couldn't be happy.

There are obviously better peers in the tribe than him, such as the descendants of those nobles, why must it be me?

The giant beast spread its wings and flew, and the city below became smaller and smaller.

Shadow was full of confusion about the future.

He felt that he was abandoned by his father and his tribe.

This journey lasted for most of the day, and they passed through the clouds and landed on a piece of black land.

All the buildings here are built with the bones of giant beasts.

The surface is filled with black mist.

On the first day of arrival, Shadow and his peers were sent to a mine.

Their task was simple, digging ore from the ground, and then transporting it to the entrance of the mine to the monitor in exchange for food.

In addition, Shadow and his peers had another task, becoming sparring partners for the new generation of members of the Soul-Destroying Clan.

After a hard day's work, they would be sent to the arena and become playthings for the new generation of members of the Soul-Destroying Clan.

Especially the hunting games that were occasionally carried out.

As prey, Shadow and his tribesmen could only hide in the arena, and they would be killed by the new generation of members of the Soul-Destroying Clan if they were not careful.

Such a future was something Shadow had never imagined.

He had thought of countless ways of his own death.

For example, he would open up new territories for the future of the Nether Clan and eventually die on the battlefield.

Or he would die in order to protect the future of the Nether Clan.

But he never thought that he would become an abandoned child of his tribe and be sent to another tribe to become a plaything.

At the age of 13, the Shadow has personally experienced the cruelty of the law of the jungle.

In the underground mines, in addition to the Shadow tribe, there are also a group of members of other races.

Cruelty not only occurs in the arena, but also in the nearly dark underground world.

For the sake of ore, they often killed each other as slaves.

It was not necessarily a good thing to dig up a precious ore in the underground mine, which would inevitably attract too many jealous eyes.

Because ore can be exchanged for food.

And the quality of food is linked to the quality of ore.

In the cruel living environment, Youying saw the death of his tribesmen one after another. He personally carried the cold bodies out of the mine and buried them in a mass grave.

In just a few months, one-third of the tribesmen had died. Youying couldn't imagine how he would survive these ten years.

In order to survive, Youying and the remaining tribesmen gradually learned to be cruel.

In the survival environment of the jungle, there is only death if there is no cruelty.

His heart became indifferent in one battle after another. The only thing that made Youying happy was when he dug up the precious spiritual ore.

When the precious ore with a faint glow was caught in his hand, Youying knew that he could survive another difficult period.

In just one year, more than half of Youying's tribesmen died.

Over the past year, Youying gradually became numb to the cruel events happening around him.

In order to survive better, he carefully hid a batch of ore deep in the mine.

It is easy to get injured in the harsh living environment, but the Soul-Destroying Clan will not give the wounded time to rest and heal.

Once the ore cannot be handed over, it is equivalent to being sentenced to death.

Keeping some ore is to be able to hand over the ore on time in exchange for food when injured.

Hoarding ore has become the only hobby of Shadow's cruel life.

The second year, the third year...

Shadow gradually grew up, and he hoped that one day

he could return to the tribe. This is his only hope to continue to live.

Even if the tribe abandoned him, at least there is still his father there, and the tribe connected by blood is his only home.

Year after year, Shadow became an old man in the mine.

He was the only one left among the tribesmen who came in with him.

During this period, Shadow learned how to survive better in the mine. The other slaves around him were replaced one after another, and he was always alive.

But Shadow's body was getting worse day by day.

Fierce battles left indelible marks on his body. When he lifted up his tattered clothes, he could see scars crawling all over his body like a centipede.

In addition, some of the spiritual ores dug out of the mines carry radiation damage.

For this reason, Youying has developed a disease and often feels dizzy.

As the ten-year period is getting closer and closer, the small mine where he lives is full of scratches for recording dates.

Hope is not far away, and he doesn't want to give up.

Finally, ten years have arrived as expected.

When he carved the last mark in the mine.

He returned to the surface with joy and told the supervisor that his slavery period has arrived.

But what he waited for was the ridicule of the Soul-Destroying Supervisor:

"Ten years? You are so naive. Although you, the Nether Clan, are not as strong as our Soul-Destroying Clan, you are not weak either. Otherwise, we would have captured all of you Nether Clan and brought you to various mining areas to mine... How could we only capture one batch? This is essentially a transaction. For this, our clan paid you Nether Clan, and you are just a commodity."

"So without the ten-year agreement, you will stay underground until you die..."

Youying didn't listen to the subsequent words, but felt his head buzzing.

He once thought that the ten-year agreement might be a lie, but this idea was quickly suppressed in his heart.

This was his only hope to survive, and he didn't want his hope to be shattered.

But reality still punctured the lie and put a more cruel truth in front of him.

When he returned to the depths of the mine again, Shadow was completely desperate.

There would be no hope in the future, and he was completely abandoned here by his people.

That night, the flame of hatred was ignited in Shadow's chest.

The so-called glory of the Nether Clan was nothing more than a lie carefully woven by the nobles, in order to better control the lower-level people and create more benefits for them.

But he knew that it was impossible for him to get revenge.

He would never be able to escape from this underground cage in his life.

At that moment, Shadow suddenly lost hope of life and felt that there was no meaning in living.

Despair surged in Shadow's heart, and he struggled to dig out his "treasure house".

Looking at the various ores emitting faint light, Shadow had a blank expression on his face.

Collecting ores was once his only entertainment.

Now that he knew that he had been completely abandoned, these ores became the only comfort in his heart.

Since living is no longer important, let's take these treasures to death.

Thinking of this, Shadow reached out and took a piece of ore and stuffed it into his mouth, biting it with his teeth and swallowing it. If it was an ore that couldn't be bitten, he would just swallow it straight.

He wanted to leave this desperate world with these treasures.

His teeth broke and his mouth became bloody, but Shadow continued to swallow with a silly smile.

His throat was torn by the sharp ore fragments, and blood kept flowing out of his mouth, but he still endured the severe pain and continued to eat.

The blood dyed the small mine where Shadow lived red, and his consciousness gradually blurred, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

What Shadow didn't know was that in the ore he swallowed was a treasure that changed his fate.

That night, Shadow ushered in a turning point in his fate.

I don't know how long I slept this sleep, it seemed very short, but also very long.

When Shadow opened his eyes and woke up, he found a boy about seven or eight years old standing in front of him.

The boy was dressed very cleanly, obviously not a slave in the mine. He looked at him with a smile on his face and said:

"Yes, the Eye of Truth, it's really good!"

Facing the mysterious boy muttering to himself, Shadow was puzzled.

He didn't understand why he didn't die, why his broken and fallen teeth recovered, and even the scars on his body disappeared.

But he knew that all this was obviously related to the boy in front of him.

"Shadow, right? Don't be confused, I saved you!"

"As for why I saved you, it's because you have merged with a miracle artifact, and your future is limitless. As long as you are not ridiculously stupid, I believe there will be a place for you in the future!"

"Who are you?!"

"You can call me Mo!"

Mo took out a scroll that looked like a parchment scroll and stretched out his hand in front of him:

"Write your name on it with your blood, and I will give you a new life!"

"What do you mean?"

"You can think of it as a deal. After signing your name, I can give you power and let you get out alive... In short, if you want to change your predetermined fate, just sign your name on it."

The boy's words seemed to have magic, making Shadow believe it.

When he thought about being able to get out alive, Shadow was still moved.

He didn't know what the price of signing his name was, but he had nothing to lose, and he didn't have any psychological burden for this deal.

So Youying bit his finger and signed his name at the end of the scroll.

The boy put the scroll away and couldn't help laughing:

"Why don't you read the content on the scroll."

"Is it important?"

"It's very important. You have become one of the people I bet on for the future."

"What do I need to pay?"

"Not now, your efforts will be in the future... Anyway, we will meet again in the future. The experience here is just a training on the road to growth!"

As soon as the voice fell, the boy pointed at him, and Youying felt that countless information was surging in his mind.

Body refining exercises, mental attack techniques, Taoist formation forging plans, Ten Commandments forging plans... As all kinds of information surged, Youying felt that his head was about to explode and then fainted.

When Youying woke up, the mysterious boy had disappeared, and he suddenly understood the meaning of the information in his mind.

The mysterious boy gave him a treasure trove of knowledge.

The information here will help him live better.

But he didn't understand why the boy did this, and when would the future he was talking about be?

But at this time, Youying already had the courage to live.

He understood that the knowledge in his mind would become the key to his escape from the cage.

In the next few days, Youying regained his confidence.

During this period, Youying also discovered changes in his body. He found that his right eye could see things very clearly, even in a dark environment.

More importantly, as long as he looked at things carefully, detailed analytical information would appear in his right eye.

This reminded Youying of the Eye of Truth mentioned by the mysterious boy.

He gradually understood what was going on.

It was obvious that when he swallowed the ore he collected, he accidentally ate a treasure.

It was also this treasure that made him one of the targets of the mysterious boy's future betting.

Relatives are unreliable, tribesmen are unreliable... But the treasures collected gave him a new life and gave him hope to move forward.

At that moment, Youying's mentality changed.

The spark of becoming a collector took root in his heart and gradually emerged.

In the days that followed, Youying began to practice various spells and techniques in his mind.

If he lacked the spiritual stones needed for cultivation, he would go mining or rob the spiritual ores dug by others.

As long as the spiritual ores were delivered on time, the remaining spiritual ores could become part of his cultivation resources.

Relying on the knowledge in his mind, Youying began to grow rapidly.

Ten years after ten years.

He didn't know how strong he had to become to escape the control of the Soul-Destroying Clan alive, so he focused on becoming stronger and continued to endure the oppression and torture from the Soul-Destroying Clan.

Shadow gradually became the "old man" who lived the longest in the mine.

Collecting ore became Shadow's biggest hobby.

Every time he practiced, he felt distressed, but he knew that if he wanted to get out, these efforts were necessary.

Only by becoming stronger could he have the opportunity to collect more ores.

The dark mine became a treasure land for Shadow to hibernate and accumulate strength. Through the Eye of Truth, he could clearly see which areas of the mine had precious ores deep inside, and he didn't need to dig everywhere by chance.

Time passed like a white horse, and it was gone in a flash.

Even Shadow forgot how long he had been in the mine.

The small mine where he lived was already full of scratches, and there was no room for new scratches.

Finally, Shadow decided to take action.

On this day, he was called by the monitor to the Soul-Destroying Clan's arena to practice with him.

The sparring partner this time was the new generation member of that year.

After so many years, the face of the new generation member had a fire mark that symbolized the high-ranking members of the Soul Lost Clan.

Next to him, there was a young child.

This sparring was also a game, just like every sparring before.

But Youying did not give him another chance.

For so many years of bullying, he chose to endure it every time and greeted it with a smile.

But this time, he didn't want to continue.

When Youying's arm easily penetrated the body of the sparring partner who had become a high-ranking member of the Soul Lost Clan, he found that he, who was once invincible, was so weak.

At that moment, Youying said goodbye to his past self completely.

The sudden burst of power tore the flesh of the high-ranking members of the Soul Lost Clan into pieces, and set off an energy storm in the arena.

He couldn't help laughing wildly towards the sky.

Facing the figures attacking from all directions, Shadow no longer suppressed his strength.

Soon the arena was stained with blood.

After the battle, Shadow slowly walked to the frightened child, squatted down and rubbed his head, smiled and said:

"Hate me? I'll give you a chance, kill me in the future!"

As soon as the voice fell, Shadow flew into the sky, flying towards the freedom in his heart.

When he returned to the city that was already blurred in his memory, his flame of revenge burned fiercely.

The betrayal of the past was now returned one by one.

When he stepped into the Nether Palace, the bloody killing began.

Facing Shadow, the top leaders of the Nether Clan rose up to resist, but they seemed vulnerable in front of Shadow.

When the nobles who once looked up to him crawled in front of him and begged, Shadow had no mercy in his heart and waved his hand to cut off his head.

He killed all the nobles without leaving a single one.

In the days to come, Shadow became the new master of Nether City.

He made new rules, exterminated all opponents, and had no mercy on his own people.

The revenge of the Soul-Destroying Clan soon arrived.

When the Soul-Destroying Clan asked him to hand over the murderer, Youying laughed while sitting on the throne of the Netherworld, which symbolized power.

He took the initiative to launch a racial war against the Soul-Destroying Clan.

His father was even sent to the front line by him.

This war lasted for several years, and his father died in this war.

When receiving this news, Youying's heart did not fluctuate at all.

Relatives cannot be trusted, and clan members cannot be trusted either. Only treasures will not betray their masters.

In the end, under the leadership of Youying, the Netherworld Clan paid a heavy price to win the final victory, but most of the Netherworld Clan members also died because of this war.

When Youying stepped over countless corpses and sat on the throne of the Soul-Destroying Clan, he looked down at the corpses lying in the hall and laughed hysterically.

He was a tyrant in the eyes of his clan members, and cruelty was his motto.

But Youying didn't care about these evaluations.

He would walk his own way in the future, and his clan members were just tools on his way to growth.

When Youying opened the treasure house of the Soul-Destroying Clan, he looked greedily at everything he saw.

The subsequent killing and plundering were also for the accumulation of wealth.

Killing for the rise of the race? Plundering for the continuation of the race? These reasons are bullshit in the eyes of the shadow.

His morality does not need others to understand.

In order to build a treasure house that can accommodate huge wealth, the shadow began to learn the knowledge about the space system ability in his mind.

During this period, the shadow's conquest did not stop.

Even if all the tribesmen died in the battle, he didn't care at all. He continued to kill and collect slaves everywhere and formed a new army.

During this period, countless lives paid their lives for him to collect wealth.

But the shadow only cares about wealth.

Wealth is part of his power and the cornerstone of his future. They will not betray their master.

Until the shadow met the strongest racial force in the first layer of the devil prison, the "Cangyan Clan", his army was dispersed in this battle and the nether city was destroyed.

But the shadow relied on many treasures to defend himself and escaped.

This made him more determined to love treasures.

In the future, the first layer of the devil prison became the shadow's hunting ground.

He was alone and plundered resources everywhere.

The treasure stored in the space is increasing, and the space he built by himself can no longer accommodate his wealth.

In the end, Youying imitated the description of "Miracle Heaven and Earth", consumed all the rare resources left by the ancestors of the Nether Clan to create a brand new space prototype, and constantly filled it with spiritual materials to improve it.

During this period, the Cang Yan Clan's pursuit of him became more and more fierce.

Realizing that there is no place for him in this world, Youying has the idea of ​​leaving.

There are two roads in front of him.

One leads to other small worlds in the domain world, and the other leads to the human world.

Compared with other small worlds, Youying chose the human world.

He knows that there is the future.

The signs of the coming of the great trend have become more and more obvious, and the domain world will eventually wither.

Even the Cang Yan Clan is already preparing to evacuate this world, and it is meaningless for him to stay here.

When crossing the Tongtian Road, Youying was lucky not to meet the Tongtian Warriors, and successfully landed in the Western World of the human world.

The area near his location is full of various domain fields, and there is no trace of human beings.

Looking at the blue sky and the dazzling sun, breathing the air of the other world, a cruel smile appeared on Youying's face.

He knew that a new journey had begun.

He would be a collector of the new world in front of him, looking for new treasures in the future and welcoming a new future.

During the continuous plundering, Shadow personally destroyed several nearby domains and plundered the wealth accumulated by nearby tribes.

The new space he created with his own hands was gradually improved with the filling of countless resources.

When the magnificent city was born in the void, Shadow stood in the void, opened his arms and laughed, as if to embrace a brand new future.

Shadow named this space city Shadow City.

It was also at that time that he vowed to fill this city with countless natural treasures.

When Shadow stepped into Shadow City, sat on the Shadow throne made of countless treasures, and scanned the wealth accumulated over hundreds of years.

The last piece of the puzzle of the future evil collector was filled in at that time.

(This chapter belongs to the extra chapter, and Shadow's plot has not yet ended.)

Let me ask everyone, how about writing a extra chapter occasionally?

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