Another World: My life is on the rise!

"You are all just prisoners in this cage. You think you are very smart, but you don't know that from the moment you fell, everything about you has been under the watchful eyes and control of the jailers."

"You still dream of crossing the border and returning?"

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The God of All Machines and Sir Ewen all turned their heads and stared at the huge eyeball surging in the crack in the distance.

The ruler of flesh and blood, the root of this hell.

"What did you say...?"

The murderous eyes of the God of All Machines surged with monstrous darkness.

The eyeball still stared at them without any fluctuation, as if it was staring at a group of poor creatures who could only be played with by others.

"This is your cage, poor creatures, have you not realized it yet?"

"The reason why you can live here for a long time is not because you are lucky or unlucky enough, but because you are still useful. Each of you represents a system and knowledge."

"Mechanical ascension, flesh ascension, spiritual ascension, sacred power, natural eternity, Titan power, you are just specimens left by the darkness, just like in order to prevent the killed beasts from being completely extinct, some fire will always be left in their tribes to keep them well captive."

"Do you think you are facing a cold winter?"

"No, the old order you represent is that cold winter."

The hoarse and sneering voice was almost full of irony and ridicule.

All the roots' eyes fell on him, but his words were like knives, hitting their consciousness heavily.

The eyeball looked at them ironically.

It was like looking at a group of struggling clowns.

His vicious and sarcastic voice rumbled in their ears.

"Among you, there should be guys who have existed since the beginning of the new era, so why don't you think about it? In the era when you just emerged, why didn't your heaven have the gods that are now almost everywhere in every field?"

"Did they never exist, or did they encounter something?"

"You should be able to think about it, look at yourself, look at the present, and then look at this hell. Don't you understand the truth about the existence of this hell now?"

He laughed sarcastically, and his huge eyes stared at every source present.

"Be at ease, poor creatures! There is no disaster, no darkness. The catastrophe you have been talking about since three thousand years ago is just the reincarnation that every era is destined to experience!"

"And soon you will become the gods of the old days. You will be abandoned and forgotten by people in the long river of time, just like us, the remnants of the last era."

"This is your fate."

He laughed sarcastically, and the hoarse laughter was like a knife cutting your eardrums.

The eyeball was also in madness and distortion, constantly struggling to show countless hideous and weird cheeks. The twisting and teasing contained in the smile would make people go crazy at a glance.

"And if I'm not mistaken, the jailers, it's time to work."

...

Under the surging black fog in the distant sky.

"Hehehe, hahahaha."

A black and white clown with a cracked smile clapped his hands mechanically, and the funny colorful clown hat reflected the long black sideburns next to it.

In the dust storm, the pig-headed butcher holding the butcher knife stopped, raised his head, and looked at the sky indifferently.

On his shoulder.

The clown with half crying and half laughing was still laughing mechanically, but his laughter was harsh, like crying.

"It's going to escape from prison. If it does, it will disturb the sleep of that person, hehehe!"

The pig-headed butcher raised his head indifferently and looked at the sky.

He said nothing.

It was like a routine.

He took off the sack on his waist, and the sound of marbles colliding faintly came from it.

He reached out and grabbed a handful of colorful beads from it, sniffed them lightly, and then crushed them bit by bit. With wisps of black air and sharp screams, the broken beads soon gathered into a new black marble in his hand.

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"Although the Heart of the Colossus was not traded, giving it the opportunity to cross the border, but with these evil thoughts, Hell can beat it back to its original form."

"If you can't do it, then you can only ask the master for help."

He said indifferently.

The crying and laughing clown turned his head around, looked at the pig-headed butcher, tilted his head and smiled strangely:

"But that person...hasn't had a clear mind for a long time. I remember hearing you say that the last time was...at the beginning of this era."

The sky.

The black fog became more and more chaotic.

The pig-headed butcher raised his head and looked at the surging black fog in the sky for a long time, as if he could see through the dust and see the colors above. His eyes flashed with countless halos that no one could understand.

For a long time.

He retracted his gaze and slowly let go of his hand.

"Yes."

The pitch-black marble slowly slipped from his hand and landed heavily on the ground, throwing up traces of dust.

"If you don't wake up again."

"We are going to help the evildoers."

Click, click, click—

There were crisp cracks on the marble, and countless surging black energy climbed out of it ferociously, gradually forming a twisted darkness, which was swallowed up and chewed by the earth. .

The high black mist with a faint red glow seemed to be getting deeper and darker.