Chapter 1

The azure sea was undulating, and the golden sunlight was not warm, but rather seemed a little cold on the sea.

The world of truth came back to its senses from its fuzzy state. The black bag in front of him was taken away. He opened his eyes wide and checked the environment around him urgently. He couldn't help but take a breath of cool air. He clearly remembered that he was at home preparing to rest. How did he end up here?

He tried hard to recall, and suddenly remembered one thing. When he was walking from the bathroom to the bed at home, he heard a strange and noisy dog ​​barking from outside the house. He felt very irritated, so he rushed to the edge of the balcony and shouted outside, but he didn't remember what he shouted, as if his memory had been broken from here.

The person next to him grabbed him, and he had to stagger to his feet and walk forward. His hands were tied tightly with ropes. He felt that there were a lot of mosquitoes and insects here, and there seemed to be bugs in his clothes. He felt a little itchy and wanted to scratch them, but he was noticed. However, before he touched the skin that needed to be touched, he was hit on the head.

He squinted his eyes and bumped into the wall next to him. The person next to him reached out and grabbed his rope, pulled him back, kicked him, and told him to keep walking forward, not to worry about other things, and not to try to play tricks.

He nodded to show that he understood, but in his heart he felt that the accents of the people around him were strange. They didn't seem like people who lived near him. They seemed like a group of people who were previously unfamiliar with each other but were now working hard for a common goal.

Their appearance reminded the world of truth of pyramid schemes or evil religions. His heartbeat quickened and he was a little nervous.

What was going on?

Would he be caught even if he stayed at home?

The world of truth frowned, but still felt something was wrong.

If he was caught at home, why did these people arrest him?

Because he was alone at home? Because he was not used to dogs barking? Because he was shouting outside from the balcony?

If he had the chance, he would go back to the past and say to himself who was about to stand on the balcony, forget it.

However, he didn't have that chance. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, thinking, since these people brought me here intact, it shouldn't be to torture me? Maybe I can find a way to escape. As long as I can go home, I don't care about other things. As long as I can go back to sleep and eat, I won't stay here! There is no benefit here at all.

Everyone around is ferocious.

The world of truth tried to calm his overly excited heartbeat and not let himself think of terrifying things.

He lowered his head and behaved very well all the way. People around him didn't pay much attention to him, so he didn't get beaten again. He was taken to a place on the ship. His eyes fell on his position. There were blood-red marks on the ground, as if someone had fought to the death here. The World of Truth comforted himself with difficulty, thinking, it doesn't matter, killing is illegal, these people will have scruples.

However, things were completely the opposite of what he imagined.

Those people slapped him to the ground and began to circle around them, mumbling vague words in their mouths, which were completely incomprehensible. It was like a bunch of mosquitoes flying around in their ears and people were not allowed to raise their hands to hit them. The World of Truth frowned.

He squinted his eyes and scanned the surroundings. He was not the only one with the red mark on the boat. From what he could see around him, there were at least thirty people tied up here.

The World of Truth felt that he was more panicked than before.

He silently fell to the ground to avoid being beaten again. He felt very strange.

Thirty people was not a small number. Although there were many people who were not tied up, they were not many either. Each of them was talking nonsense. If these people were allowed to go out on the street, they might be noticed by the police at the first time. How did they catch these people? Where did they appear from? What on earth were they going to do with these tied people? !

The World of Truth felt his body trembling slightly.

He has tried very hard to control his physiological reaction, but there is no way. When he is afraid, he will tremble all over. The frequency of trembling now is already very mild. He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and tried to tell himself that it is okay, he can definitely go home. Even if these weird people want to kill ordinary people, he will not die now.

It can't be so unlucky that the first person to be killed is him, right?

The world of truth prayed secretly in his heart.

At this time, someone screamed. The world of truth was afraid and closed his eyes tightly, not daring to look any more.

Then, a stream of warm blood splashed on his face. He could still deceive himself and say, it's okay, I'm still alive, I can definitely go home.

But then the blood flew into his eyes, and he had to open his eyes. He was afraid and curious, and felt uncomfortable in his eyes and cheeks. He could no longer deceive himself.

A knife chopped off his head.

He was dead.

There was darkness in front of his eyes, and his ears seemed to fall to the ground and roll around. He barely maintained his perception as a living person, but those things gradually dissipated in his consciousness.

He felt that he would soon completely lose this chaotic dreamlike feeling.

He thought it was death.

A woman came out, bent down, picked up the head, took a bite, ate the cheek meat, chewed it twice, and red blood flowed from the side of her lips, as if she had just put on lipstick. She was a beautiful woman, but considering that she ate the human face like eating strawberries, it is undeniable that she was frightening, even though her beauty was attractive.

Everyone shouted enthusiastically: "For the natural god! For the natural god!"

It was a rapidly developing atmosphere. In just two sentences, everyone on the boat had a red face and a crazy look, clenched fists, and stared at the beautiful woman stepping on the blood and corpses, as if their eyes were about to ignite fire, not for beauty, but for the so-called "natural god".

A person stood in the corner and said, "God is great. God will give us revelation. God will give us everything. We should believe in God."

She had a happy smile on her face, as if she was willing to die now.

The beautiful woman looked at her, took a bite of the juicy strawberry, smiled vaguely, and said to the people around her, "There is still one sacrifice missing to achieve the best effect~"

The people around her followed her gaze and immediately realized what she meant. They nodded and rushed over excitedly. The woman did not resist, but smiled even happier. She walked briskly with her companions to the corpse and sat in the blood. Her head was chopped off with a knife, which made people's necks cold, but no one on the ship thought it was wrong.

The woman died because her head was chopped off, but her head was still smiling, as if she was not killed, but entered the eternal happiness and peace of heaven to enjoy greater happiness. The

beautiful woman swallowed the head in one gulp, wiped the bright red strawberry juice from her mouth, and said to everyone: "These people are useless. Throw their bodies into the sea. God will bless us."

Everyone bowed their heads and answered respectfully: "Yes."

The beautiful woman left here.

Everyone quickly began to clean up the ground. They threw the bodies into the sea, cleaned the blood on the ground with water, hummed unknown songs with a smile, helped each other and cooperated tacitly like family, occasionally looked at each other, and smiled even happier, muttering: "We have a common goal, we believe in the same God, we are always happy..."

The bodies of the world of truth were thrown into the sea, blown by the wind, and gradually sank to the bottom of the water.

They died here, as if there was no ripples at all, and the boat left the sea here briskly.

The corpse of the world of truth sank deeper and deeper. As time went by, most of it was eaten by the fish and shrimp passing by. Later, there was nothing left. It was all eaten up. Only the tattered clothes and shoes soaked in sea water were floating in the water. Later, even the clothes and shoes could not be found in their original appearance. They lay silently beside the stone, covered with a layer of gray color.

Everything seemed to end here.

But the consciousness of the world of truth was suddenly awakened from the hazy state.

The system found him.

"Hello, I am a system that traveled through time and space to find the savior here. Are you willing to bind to me? If you are willing, I can give you a new body and send you back to the shore. Maybe you can go home, but you'd better not go home."

The system said to the world of truth.

"I am willing."

The World of Truth replied.

The system bound the World of Truth.

"The one who killed you is a monster from another world under the sea. It wants to summon a god to destroy the world. It has created an evil illegal religion on the ground, directly and indirectly killing more than thousands of people. Please kill it.

Killing it means saving the world. Killing it means you are the real savior."

The system said.

The World of Truth agreed.

The system said: "In order to ensure your safety and achieve your goal as soon as possible, I will give you a vest and send you to someone who can provide help."

The World of Truth asked with some confusion and curiosity: "What kind of person?"

"You can call them 'people of destiny' who are born with powerful power and the world's preference.

What you have to do is simple -

approach them with a vest, gain their trust, ask for help, gain power, wait for the opportunity, and kill the monster."

The system replied.

The world of truth said thoughtfully: "It sounds like only gaining trust is difficult. I understand."