Chapter 233 Chapter 233: Fallen Chronicles World
Follow current novels on novelb((in).(com)
Upon entering Dream Zero, Renji opened his eyes and surveyed his surroundings. Finally, he looked up at the sky, devoid of sun and moon, filled with a blood-red hue like a river of blood, and shook his head as if he had expected this.
Both Kael Technology and the members of the Black Fire Gang were right.
Dream Zero indeed was the old world.
The scene before Renji, almost identical to the game's depiction, was filled with oppression and silence. The beings of this era were like drowning people in the Sea of Miasma.
Once they stopped struggling to rise, the thick Miasma red fog around them made it difficult to breathe, twisted hallucinations appeared before their eyes, and whispers from the abyss echoed in their ears, leading to an inevitable end as the game's name suggested.
Fallen.
Falling into the deep sea, becoming part of the Miasma.
Ideally, 'dreams' should be beautiful.
They represent what people cannot obtain in reality, thus fulfilling their desires through 'dreaming.'
However, there is no doubt that the 'old world' before him bears no connection with the word "beautiful."
The only reason Renji could think of for 'Zero' to have such a dream was:
Even the most beautiful world becomes cruel and merciless when one loses something precious. Conversely, even the worst world can still be beautiful if the people around are still there.
Renji's thoughts were abruptly interrupted, as not far ahead, an old man in tattered clothes appeared. He was limping with a rough crutch, walking with difficulty, occasionally glancing back in panic as if afraid of something catching up to him.
This character type was all too familiar to Renji from the game – the common refugee of the old world.
Then...
*Buzz*
The old man first heard a sound from behind, like a weapon charging up, followed by a blaze of azure light, strikingly visible in this dark red world, filling the corner of his eye.
The next moment...
[Command: Shoot]
The cold, unemotional mechanical voice sounded, and a pale blue beam of light flashed from behind the old man. Then, with a loud "boom," the Terror Beast, as large as a small hill, had its head pierced by the azure laser and fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"This power..."
The old man was initially bewildered, but as he realized what had happened, his eyes widened. The dull light in his eyes sparked with color. Trembling, he turned around and, upon seeing the maid 86 with a smoking barrel of a floating cannon next to Renji, stared intently at 86, his murky eyes filled with excitement and trembling.
"A Mech Servant. It's a Mech Servant!"
But after his initial excitement, the old man quickly began shaking his head, muttering to himself, "No, no, this isn't right. Mech Servants should all be on the front lines, they should have all been killed by the witches."
"Mech Servants always move in groups, why would there be a solitary one? And Mech Servants don't interact with us, but why... why this Mech Servant."
Not sure if he had fully recovered from the madness induced by the Terror Beast, the old man ran up to Renji, or rather, to 86.
He kept muttering rapidly, casting shocked and incredulous glances at 86.
[Detecting unstable mental state in target individual, vital signs rapidly declining. Recommendation: immediate anesthesia procedure] 86 advised Renji.
Before Renji could respond, the old man, as if hearing something utterly unbelievable, staggered backward several steps, then finally shifted his gaze from the maid to Renji.
"What... did you... call him?"
[Master?] 86 tilted her head, asking as if it were the most natural thing.