Apocalypse Forecast

"The first step to control the Holy Mark is to completely converge the power brought by the Dust of Liberation. Last time, more than half of the power from the three pills you took was wasted."

Crow stood by the table, staring at him. "Do you remember the several Sublimators you've seen? The ones with the most obvious beastification are all weaklings. The more they beastify, the weaker their control becomes. Even if they look imposing, they are just for show."

The Holy Mark is not independent. It is a part of you, and you are the Holy Mark. To control this miracle, you must merge it with yourself!"

"But I can't control it."

Huai Shi spread his hands in frustration. As he suppressed the flames on his arm, the source material infused with ashes of calamity spewed out from his palm, reaching a height of more than two feet.

This is actually a pretty good attack method.

It looks cool, but it doesn't have any suppressing effect at all.

"First, you need to calm down and have a still mind."

Crow suggested, "Why not try meditation? Your meditation training was quite successful, wasn't it?"

Huai Shi stood up and brought down the qin case from upstairs. After carefully converging the flames, he picked up the bow and heard a faint sound. He had exerted too much force and almost broke the bow.

He tried to relax, but the bow fell from his hand to the ground. When he instinctively tightened his grip, the bow snapped cleanly into two pieces, even leaving a crack on the fingerboard of the qin neck.

Damn.

Fortunately, there was a spare bow at home.

This time, Huai Shi was extremely careful, and finally didn't break it. But when he tried to play, he found that he couldn't calm his mind at all.

He was in turmoil.

Under the violent eruption of the ashes of calamity, he felt restless, and various unpleasant scenes kept flashing in his mind. Even the sound produced by playing the qin became sharp and piercing.

He even began to doubt if meditation was effective.

"Lack of composure," Crow sighed. "Do you know how Li Jian Amber trains?"

"Hmm?"

"In Yingzhou, warriors combine with the meditation of monks for spiritual training. The intention is to comprehend the so-called 'Leaf Concealment', which ultimately means entering an absolute state of calmness. In the end, there is a practice called 'Knife Zen', which is similar to what you are doing now."

Crow said slowly, "You can indulge, but you must have reservations. You can be passionate, but you must not cross the boundaries... You have the miracle, the miracle does not have you.

Otherwise, if you continue to indulge like this, you will eventually be assimilated by higher-level Holy Marks and become a walking corpse."

"I understand, I understand."

Huai Shi gritted his teeth and tried hard to suppress the chaotic thoughts that filled his consciousness, wanting to immerse himself in the sound of the qin. But even with so many years of habit, the sound produced was still intermittent.

He could never fully immerse himself in it.

Until Crow whispered in his ear, "Think about it, every minute you delay, you burn ten thousand..."

In an instant, melodious qin music resounded.

Huai Shi, with a still mind!

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This was definitely the most painful day of Huai Shi's qin playing.

It lasted until after nine o'clock in the evening. After wasting four pills of the Dust of Liberation, he finally preliminarily converged the flames of the source material to a range that was somewhat acceptable.

The special state brought by the Dust of Liberation lasted one-third longer, reaching fifteen minutes.

In a low-power state, Huai Shi felt as if he was suffocating every moment, but he remained clear-headed, enduring the immense pressure from within.

"If you continue training like this, you will see initial results in about a month."

Crow nodded and finally let him go to have dinner.

And it seemed like the housekeeper timed it perfectly. As soon as Huai Shi sat at the dining table, a mouth-watering dinner was served, making him salivate. The housekeeper proudly stood by and watched Huai Shi eat heartily.

Huai Shi looked up at him in confusion. "Aren't you going to eat with us, housekeeper?"

"I don't want to inconvenience the young master. I have already eaten."

The housekeeper patted his chest and said with pride, "In a few minutes, the hot water will be ready. Later, young master can take a bath. The clean clothes are in the basket in the bathroom."

Everything was arranged clearly.

Huai Shi scratched his head. "No need to change. I plan to train a little more tonight. Even if I change, I'll just end up sweaty again."

"No, too much is too much. You can stop here for today. If you're interested tonight, we have another program."

Crow lowered his head, swallowed a snail that was a whole circle larger than his head, and sighed with satisfaction. "Excellent craftsmanship."

The housekeeper smiled happily and bowed, then silently left after gesturing for them to take their time.

"Ah, I always feel guilty."

Huai Shi scratched his head. "He's an old man, doing so much work every day. I owe him a lot."

"You should save it."

Crow glanced at him. "He is now the incarnation of the Stone Marrow Pavilion. Don't measure him by human standards. Maintaining this place is as simple as eating and drinking for you every day. It's not as difficult and exaggerated as you think.

If you really want to thank him, then hurry up and advance, and then go to the border to find some good materials to repair this place. Maintaining the Spirit Coffin is a astronomical figure. You need to have a sense of urgency and mental preparation."

"I understand, I understand."

Huai Shi nodded. After finishing the meal in a few bites, he rested for a while before taking a bath. He leaned on the sofa in his pajamas, looking like a lazy fish, not wanting to move.

"What program did you mention for tonight?"

"We were just talking about the border, right?"

Crow waved his wings, and the Book of Fate flew out. The pages quickly flipped and finally stopped at the last fragment of the Red Glove record.

"Tonight, I'll let you experience firsthand what the border and hell are."

The branching point of the event fell.

Huai Shi closed his eyes and immediately plunged into darkness, skillfully.Just like countless times before, he felt himself gradually shattering, spreading out like an invisible gas and rainwater, slowly merging into the records of the Book of Destiny.

Once again, he became the Red Glove.

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The first time he opened his eyes, he saw life entwined in blood and flesh, the thing called an embryo, and himself, also referred to as an embryo.

In the cold warehouse, countless embryos suspended in petri dishes were arranged in rows, extending to the end of his sight. Life was like fish fry sleeping in countless fish tanks.

Waiting to mature.

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The second time he opened his eyes, he saw the steel cradle and the white-clad caregivers. They carried the scent of disinfectant, emotionlessly changing his diapers and then nursing him.

Then, there were countless fragmented memories.

It seemed as if the process of growth had been omitted, and what remained in his memory were injections, examinations, and daily repeated loyalty education.

The rest was not forgotten, but deliberately cut off, not allowed to exist.

Erased.

The whole process was like production on an assembly line, with each stage continuously processing. The qualified passed, the unqualified were destroyed.

Before the age of seventeen, they handed their consciousness over to the priests. Zealous tutors constantly engraved loyalty into their minds, dedicated their bodies to the motherland, and cold instructors continuously added skills and instincts for fratricide into their bodies.

In the end, from more than ten times the number, 470 individuals were selected, known as the perfect ones.

Just these fleeting fragments were enough to make Huai Shi feel genuine fear and disgust.

Life was like a product, manipulated by numerous hands, growing in the direction planned, and under indifferent scrutiny, all indicators and even fertility were assessed.

The qualified passed, the unqualified were destroyed.

Thus, along the assembly line, passing through each inspection, each hurdle.

Finally, in the seventeenth year of birth, the final trial came.

"Today, you will face the final test, which will judge your seventeen years of hard work. Those who pass will become a citizen that Rome is proud of after sublimation."

Smiling scholars stood next to a huge machine, sending blessings and farewells to each student undergoing the test. Priests anointed them with holy oil, tutors encouraged them, and instructors solemnly admonished them.

The whole world seemed to become warm.

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So kind.

Until the person Huai Shi represented walked into the massive machine, his limbs were fixed, bound on the cross, and finally enclosed in a cabin like a hamster ball.

Incredibly, he could still see the outside scene, those warm and gentle faces, those expectant eyes, and those solemn expressions filled with anticipation.

He saw the content displayed in the corner called the depth meter: 【Realm】

Then, the lights on countless instruments lit up, various strange parameters changed rapidly, until finally, through the cabin door, he saw the priest solemnly chanting and pulling the lever down abruptly.

Just like cutting the rope on the guillotine.

At that moment, a violent shock began. In the dizzying sharp sound, it seemed that something was stripped away, perhaps reason, perhaps air, or something that humans rely on for existence.

【Border】

He fell from the sky, but it seemed like he had always been there.

The bubble of reality shattered, and he glimpsed the scene hidden behind the curtain.

In the intense dizziness and pain, he saw endless yellow sand outside the cabin, like desolation and loneliness extending to the ends of the earth.

The sky was full of cracks, even revealing black gaps.

Huge things flew from behind the broken sky, casting ferocious shadows on the ground……

The sound of roaring came from the wind.

Vague shadows passed outside the cabin.

They formed long lines in groups, their vague silhouettes twisted under the scorching sun, like ghosts.

Something among them gave him an indifferent glance.

With malicious mockery and compassionate pity.

Fear made him cry out, but it seemed like no one heard. They gradually moved away. He didn't know how long it had been when the violent shaking started again.

He began to fall.

More things were stripped away, or rather, abandoned him. He sank deeper.

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