The beautiful boy who was reborn in the dark world of women

Since the midnight bell rang, the blood-red thorns that had been spreading and growing in the Palace of Thorns fell into stillness. A bloody fragrance filled the air, but people would find this fragrance extremely sweet, and it was so strong that it was nauseating.

Lor tossed and turned in this sickeningly sweet smell, unable to sleep all night until dawn.

The originally warm and clear sunlight seemed to become evil on this day. The curtains were not opened, and the sunlight shone through the curtains, casting a layer of dark blood color.

Lor's face was pale and he looked a little weak. He had been uneasy since noon last night, as if a disaster was about to happen at any time.

Miss Yasha explained that this was because the Blood Thorn began to emit its own aura indiscriminately.

In the territory of Bloodthorn, such a breath is equivalent to a declaration of death. The survival instinct of life to seek benefits and avoid harm is warning Lor to escape from here as soon as possible.

If mortals are kept in this kind of environment for a long time, they will become alienated uncontrollably or die directly.

"Are you ready?"

Ilandani looked at Lor, who appeared in a gorgeous dress, whom she had dressed up herself, and nodded with satisfaction.

At this moment, Lor was standing in front of the mirror wearing the white robe she had specially selected. The white top outlined his figure tightly. The faint golden stripes on the clothes fit his body, and the neckline connecting the shoulders clearly showed Lor's beautiful collarbone.

The lower body was wearing a pure white long skirt. Since Lor was a head shorter than Ilandani, the skirt was a bit long. Lor had to hold up the hem of the skirt with both hands to prevent it from dragging on the ground.

Lor let his skirt hang to the ground in self-abandonment and looked at the radiant "girl" in the mirror. Ilandani even put on light makeup for him to cover up his pale face.

"Hmm..." He felt someone hugging him from behind, and suddenly felt a cold touch on his neck. Ilandani stood behind him and tied a crystal pendant for him.

It was called a pendant, but in fact it was a pocket-sized crystal bottle with dark yellow liquid rippling inside. Under the refraction of the crystal, Ilandani leaned over to Lor's ear and whispered.

"My dear, this is filled with water from the River Styx."

"This is the natural enemy of all plants. It will help you get close to the cocoon. Just pour it on the woman, and the blood thorns will leave her body, cutting off her connection with the blood thorns, and she will die immediately."

"Believe me, you can do it. When you come back successfully, I will hold the most grand wedding for you. You will be the noble and honorable host of this principality."

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Not long ago, Lor looked down at the Sea of ​​Thorns below from the top platform of the Palace of Thorns. He could only see a surging red ocean, and vaguely saw a huge round cocoon in the center.

But this picture is far less shocking than being there in person.

Countless huge thorny vines grew ferociously towards the sky, intertwining to form a blood-red forest.

If it were usual, one would see countless thorns dancing like mad snakes, preying on all living things that entered and constantly expanding the territory they covered.

But today, the raging animated thorns have stopped, circling and entwining solemnly like a solemn statue.

There was no so-called road leading into the forest, as the solid thorns blocked everything.

But as Lor approached, the motionless thorns began to retreat to the sides, as if fearing their natural enemies, leaving a path for advancement.

Lor walked in this bloody jungle. The smallest of the hideous and sharp thorn vines was as thick as his thigh. Any one of them could pierce him through. From time to time, he could see eerie white bones hanging on them. Perhaps they were the sacrifices offered before.

Will I become one of these bones?

This thought suddenly came to Lor's mind.

As long as one truly witnesses these otherworldly and terrifying creatures, one will truly understand the insignificance and fragility of one's own existence. As a result, many mortals have developed a crazy worship of these bloodthirsty and brutal creatures.

Just because in front of him, I have no meaning at all.

If this sea of ​​thorns came to life, no matter how many mortals there were, they would be torn to pieces in an instant. But at this moment, the originally still ocean was spontaneously fearing the scent emitted by a few drops of liquid in the pendant on its chest.

"What exactly is the Styx... Is there really a kingdom of the dead in this world?"

Lor couldn't help but ask Miss Yasha in his heart, but he heard Miss Yasha's voice intermittently.

"The Styx... the end of the dead... existence,... the god of death."

Miss Yasha seemed very weak, and her already hoarse voice sounded like a broken record player.

"...Bloodthorn Territory...suppression...silence."

Lor felt more and more uneasy. Was Bloodthorn's territory suppressing other extraordinary beings?

Miss Yasha seems to have become very weak. Can she still be relied upon?

Lor didn't think about it any more. He had no choice from the beginning. It was already not easy to win over Yaksha to help him.

The deeper you go into the thorn forest, the richer the blood color becomes, and the sickening sweet and bloody smell becomes more intense.

Lor covered her mouth and nose as she walked with difficulty. The hem of her long white skirt dragged on the ground behind her and was stained with blood at some point.

It was as if the soil was soaked in blood.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Lor finally saw a huge cocoon of thorns. The cocoon seemed very conspicuous when he looked down from above, but when he got closer, he found that it was actually held up in the air by a huge thorn like an umbrella.

The round cocoon was completely blocked by thorns, and it was impossible to see what was hidden inside. Countless thorns on the ground around it grew towards the direction of the cocoon, guarding the supreme throne.

When he got here, the smell in the air reached its peak, and in a trance, Lor saw a picture.

The thick plasma rushed like a river, gathering in a depression to form a lake of blood.

A hideous thorn grew out from it, with thorns covered with eerie white bones. It differentiated into countless branches, spreading and growing towards the sky, as if to cover the sky and the sun, and finally entangled in mid-air, weaving into a bloody throne.

This is the present and the past and the future, a sublime life that cannot be understood by mortals.

Lor looked up at the round cocoon in the sky.

At this moment, the scenes of the past and the present seemed to overlap at this moment, and a long sigh came from the cocoon.

The thorns that wove the cocoon began to stretch outward, revealing the towering figure within.