"Fuck!"
Meng Yi woke up and propped himself up, and when he saw the situation around him, he was shocked!
I stayed up late reading a novel and accidentally fell asleep. So late at night, where did this come from?
Surrounded by a circle of torches, he could clearly observe the situation around him.
There were men in white robes lying on the ground, all holding short knives!
There is a strong smell of blood!
Meng Yi's face turned pale instantly. Could they all be dead?
He jumped up and found that he was agile and seemed to be uninjured.
He looked around in confusion with a hint of fear...
What kind of cult ritual is this?
Hiss…my head hurts!
He couldn't help but bend down and cover his forehead, and the strange touch on his forehead made him pause.
I'm holding a knife too?
Before he could even begin to imagine, a severe headache caused his eyes to roll back and he passed out...
It was as if a group of people were holding a meeting in Meng Yi's head. It was extremely noisy and accompanied by a feeling of distension and pain.
…He began to see a different view…
There is a thick red mist in front of me...
He seemed to be sitting upright on a high platform, surrounded by hundreds of vague figures, crawling at his feet.
The distinction is not clear!
My head hurts so much!
A clear female voice sounded, temporarily suppressing the noise and chaos:
"God! You finally responded to us!"
Then the buzzing sound filled Meng Yi's mind again.
What the hell? As a young man who grew up under the red banner, Meng Yi is a staunch materialist.
…god?
Hiss~My head is still a mess!
Hundreds of voices echoed in his mind, noisy and like a swarm of flies, making him feel distracted and...his head hurt.
"Quiet!!!"
A magnificent voice sounded.
My mind suddenly became quiet.
Meng Yi took a deep breath. Without the noise, his headache was greatly relieved.
Only then did he have the energy to take stock of his situation.
As soon as this thought came to his mind, his perspective suddenly switched to the sky, overlooking the red foggy space.
He sat on a white stone chair carved with intricate patterns, on a nine-story platform.
The platform is round, made entirely of pure white stone.
Hundreds of figures knelt down in front of the stone chair on the high platform, but no one stepped on it.
Faced with this bizarre scene, his mental state was surprisingly stable.
Looking at himself first, he didn't remember wearing a white robe before going to bed, and this weird scene was too weird.
He suspected that he had traveled through time.
Meng Yi's mind moved, and his view suddenly moved to the front of the stone bench.
It’s him!
It was him, handsome as usual, only his clothes had changed.
His eyes swept across the nine-story platform, and he wanted to see what was happening below.
At the foot of the platform, a group of people were crawling on the ground with their foreheads touching the ground, not moving at all. Like him, they were wearing white robes and barefoot.
Meng Yi looked at it carefully and came to a conclusion.
The group froze.
It seemed as if this red foggy space had come to a complete standstill after he switched to the "God's perspective".
But... why is the right hand of the woman in the front mechanical? And why is it covered in rust?
He passed by other people at a rapid speed and there was no similar situation.
I can’t understand...Just ignore her for now.
So, this group of people kneeled down to worship him, and... called him God?
Meng Yi felt strange:
"I am that... God?"
Except for the area near the platform, the area outside is thick and sticky red fog that is as solid as a substance and cannot be penetrated by consciousness.
He couldn't wait to find out the truth.
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