In a bar in Beldan City.

Roy, Byers, Phil and Pasha sat around a small round table, drinking Southwell beer.

They didn't talk much, just listened with a smile as the drunkards at the next table discussed supernatural powers and occult events.

"Before, hiccup, I saw those Feysac people in Belldan. Not only did they look like bears, but they could also drive fire and throw them out like javelins!"

"No way... is there really an extraordinary power?"

"Haha, that's because you don't have much experience. One day I was drunk and sleeping near a cemetery. I saw people from the Church of Night coming out with a few ghosts. Oh, ghosts! They were floating in the air. It was very scary!"

…

The drunkards talked about things that they either experienced themselves or heard from others, with saliva flying all over their mouths and red faces.

"They are just like that. They only get excited after drinking and always like to brag. They are usually very depressed." Byers is a local resident of Beldan. Seeing this, he explained, "Since the coal resources began to run out, young people gradually left Beldan and went to Constanton and Backlund. The atmosphere here has become more and more depressing, and the city has become more and more gray and desolate."

This man, who is less than 30 years old, also worked as a miner when he was young. Fortunately, he did not die in the mine, but his skin became very dark as a result.

His exposed muscles were not too exaggerated, but gave people the feeling that they were made of cast steel.

As the leader of the group, Roy smiled and said:

“What they said may be true. They are not bragging. The previous war did expose supernatural powers to many people, especially the soldiers who were directly involved. As long as they are still alive, they have corresponding experiences.

"Moreover, this has also brought about many opportunities, allowing some people who had no chance to come into contact with extraordinary powers and true mysticism in the past to become extraordinary people."

The way he expressed it was very subtle, as if he was talking about someone else's story, but in fact, this was exactly what the four of them were experiencing.

Byers and Roy were soldiers who had participated in the Battle of Belldan City. Phil had been robbed by the Feysac people but luckily survived. Pasha and her former fellow citizens had lured and ambushed several Intis soldiers in a street fight.

They have all witnessed the deaths of many friends and, for various reasons, have gained extraordinary powers.

Then, due to the chaos brought about by the war, they were either separated from the troops or took the initiative to avoid them, and were not known to the official forces. Gradually, they got to know each other and became friends with the mentality of sticking together for warmth.

This time, they came to Byers' hometown, Beldan, to look for any relatives or friends who might have survived.

"The reality of this world is far beyond our imagination." Pasha, who has long dark golden hair and deep blue eyes, sighed.

She was only in her twenties, with good facial features, but there was no extra flesh on her face, so her bones were clearly defined, making her look much older than her actual age.

"From now on, we will have a different life." Roy, whose hairline had typical Loen features, raised his glass and said, "Cheers to a brand new future..."

Before he finished speaking, someone in the bar hall suddenly screamed.

Roy and the others all had some experience, so they quickly became alert and looked over.

They saw a young man in ordinary clothes falling to the ground, rolling back and forth, seemingly in great pain.

Under the dim light of the gas wall lamp, everyone noticed that the young man's clothes were torn open on his back, revealing blood-red marks one after another, as if they were caused by a whip.

However, no one around was holding a whip, and the victim just screamed, unless he was whipped countless times at that moment.

But how come no one noticed?

"...He's holding a wallet... Could this be related to the anomaly just now?" The skinny Phil took a few glances and said carefully, "Should I take it over and take a look?"

Roy thought about it, nodded slightly and said:

"Be careful."

Phil said "hmm", walked out of the small round table area, and with the help of the crowd, approached the young man who was no longer rolling around but just humming softly.

He quietly stretched out his left hand, aiming at the ordinary-looking leather wallet.

"ah!"

Phil suddenly screamed as he watched his left hand break off at the wrist and fall to the ground with a thud.

Blood gushed out from the broken part, splashing onto the faces and bodies of the people around.

The scene froze in an instant. The drunken guests were stunned at first, then they swallowed their saliva, turned around, and ran frantically towards the door and the corner!

"There's something strange... No one attacked me!" Phil almost fainted from the pain, but he still forced himself to tell Roy, Byers and Pasha about his "experience".

Roy's eyes narrowed, and he said decisively:

"Let's get out of here first!"

He then turned his head and said to Byers:

"Pick up Phil's hand and keep it safe. I remember that the military doctor Weber I met before was also from Beldan. After retiring from the army, he returned here and opened a private clinic. He can effectively treat injuries in this area."

The military doctor named Weber was also an extraordinary person. While participating in the Southern War, he improved step by step and acquired medical skills beyond reality. It was said that he could sew up broken limbs and make them as flexible as before.

"Okay," Byers replied without hesitation.

He rushed forward a few steps, took out a wooden box, picked up Phil's severed hand and put it in.

At the same time, Pasha used the magic ointment she had bought earlier to initially stop the bleeding from Phil's wound and did some bandaging.

Then, the group of four left the bar.

After asking many times, they finally found the Weber Clinic with the help of passers-by.

The clinic had not yet closed, and the light from the gas street lamps inside spread out, casting a dim light.

Roy pulled the doorbell politely and heard a series of ding-dong sounds echoing from inside.

However, several minutes passed and no one came to greet them.

"Drunk?" Pasha looked at Phil, who was in great pain, and made a puzzled guess.

Roy shook his head:

"I remember that Weber was not an alcoholic. He had no other bad habits except being a playboy. Perhaps, he was..."

As he spoke, the man of medium build with a weather-beaten face pushed the door tentatively and found that it was not locked, but only ajar.

As the door opened, Roy, Byers and others saw two figures.

The two figures were hanging in the middle of the clinic, swaying slightly as the wind blew in from outside the door.

One was a man in his thirties in a white coat, and the other was a young girl in a nurse's uniform. Their lower bodies were naked, their eyes were bulging, their mouths were half open, and their tongues were stuck out. They were hanged from the ceiling by invisible ropes, and their expressions were filled with fear, despair, and confusion.

"Weber..." Roy recognized the hanged man.

He, Pasha, Phil, and Byers all felt a chill on their backs at the same time. They didn't know why this happened, nor did they know what kind of horror this unknown would bring.

Bang!

The sound of a chair falling came from the side, waking up Roy and others who were a little frightened.

They looked in the direction of the sound and saw a woman holding a baby standing up in panic, whispering in fear and confusion:

"They are in **..."

What necessary connection does this have with their experience? Roy took a deep breath and felt that it was not appropriate to stay here for long.

He hurriedly ordered:

"Walk!"

He did not ask Pasha to comfort the woman, nor did he try to get the clinic's disinfectant and bandages.

Byers and the others swallowed hard, turned around quickly, and left the clinic with great caution.

For Phil, the terror of the unknown completely overwhelmed the pain in his left hand.

"What exactly happened?" Phil asked with a tense face after turning into another street.

"How should I know?" Byers answered, a little out of control.

Roy glanced around and exhaled:

"calm.

"This should be a horrible, extraordinary thing beyond our imagination."

"Yes, this is all too weird. This could be the only reason." Pasha nodded in agreement.

"Then what should we do?" Phil asked panicked.

Roy thought for a moment and said:

“Try to leave Beldam.

“Also, analyze previous encounters and summarize the patterns contained therein.

"None of us can guarantee that we won't encounter that kind of anomaly again. Only by understanding the rules behind it can we ensure our own safety."

"Yes." Byers calmed down and agreed with Roy.

They discussed as they walked and gradually came up with some ideas.

"Before Weber was hanged, he tried to take the wallet. Before Phil's hand was cut off, it was a theft..." Pasha summarized the similarities between the two events.

...Roy suddenly had an inspiration:

“Is it because they did something illegal that they suffered this?”

"How is that possible?" Biles and Phil responded in unison.

As soon as the words fell, they suddenly had corresponding guesses and their expressions gradually became serious.

“Perhaps, there is an invisible law enforcer, and this is the essence of this extraordinary event…” Byers said thoughtfully.

Roy said, "Hmm."

“This could be huge.

"Next, we watch our behavior."

Pasha and the others nodded and walked along the street out of the city with increasing caution.

Before long, they arrived at the town square and saw a lot of people standing around the night notice board.

"Notice?" Roy and the others looked at each other, suspecting that it was a reminder from official forces about this extraordinary event.

So they moved closer and, with the help of the light from the gas street lamps, looked at the notice on the wooden sign.

There was a piece of white paper pasted in the very center, and there was a piece of yellow paper underneath the white paper, which seemed to provide additional explanations.

While quickly browsing the announcement, Roy, Pasha and others gradually looked horrified, as if they had understood the root of the matter.

After reading the white paper, their eyes fell on the yellow paper:

"Please all citizens work together to capture the outsiders, and use all means possible."

Arresting outsiders... Roy and the others felt nervous and instinctively glanced at the citizens around the notice board.

As if they had noticed their gazes, the citizens turned around and cast their eyes towards them at the same time.

Under the dim light of the gas street lamps, those eyes seemed to sparkle with a strange brilliance.

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