Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Alan opened his eyes and glanced at the alarm clock. There was still some time before the scheduled time.

He woke up early, but didn't want to go back to sleep. In his dream, he saw the winter snow in Backlund when he was young, which made him feel uneasy.

Eternal tranquility is not far away, so there is no need to be greedy for the sleep of this moment. Alan simply got up, dressed neatly, and reviewed his plan again.

The personnel that needed to be deployed were already in place, the work that needed to be done had been completed, and the equipment that [Holy Axe] was supposed to send had also arrived - although Alan did not have a good relationship with [Holy Axe], as an ally, [Holy Axe] was undoubtedly qualified.

The middle-aged man in the mirror looked very tired. His deep eye sockets and three-dimensional nose seemed a little loose, which made his dark circles appear even heavier.

Alan looked at himself in the mirror and suddenly felt a little strange. The extraordinary characteristics and spiritual power had subtly changed his appearance, so that when he looked at himself carefully now, he didn't recognize himself.

[Assimilation] is an important image of this path. At the stage of Sequence 3, Allen has the initial ability of [assimilation]. As long as the target is more similar to Allen in terms of thoughts, clothing, actions, etc., Allen will be able to [assimilate] the other party. In the end, the two will completely assimilate and become two identical beings, two real [Allens].

They can be each other's clones or each other's real bodies.

It's like two different drinks are poured into the same cup, and after being thoroughly stirred, they are divided equally into two portions and poured back into the original cup.

But in this mediation, the weights of each party were completely different. In front of these ordinary people and low-sequence extraordinary people, Allen undoubtedly had absolute dominance.

Just like mixing a glass of liquor with a drop of juice, no matter how you mix it, the liquor may have the aroma of the juice, but the juice can never cover up the smell of the liquor. When this drink enters the mouth, people will only think it is still a glass of liquor.

However, no matter how dominant Allen is in the assimilation, he still cannot avoid being mixed with impurities from others.

This impurity has a subtle influence on Allen, so much so that when Allen stood in front of the mirror today, he felt that the face in the mirror was very different from that five years ago.

The numbers on the electronic clock ticked quietly, and the agreed time was approaching. But there was still plenty of time. Finally, Alan didn't know what to do, so he walked to the top of the wall and recalled the dream just now while facing the sword.

Alan had had some mild dreams before.

Backlund's fancy promotional advertisements are so charming that they make young and energetic young people believe that this is the place where dreams can come true. This great ideal city will not let down the sweat of any aspiring person.

The experience of studying and working on the surface of Backlund made the young Allen clearly aware of the huge gap between people, and how big the difference was between the refugees in the underground city and those prosperous capitalist and aristocratic families. Even if he really had some power in the future, building more houses in the underground city and investing more funds would not have any fundamental effect.

The bottomless dungeon is like a bottomless pit. The resources invested can only make it look glorious for a while. Maybe the refugees who benefit from it will be grateful to it, and maybe some people will walk out of the dungeon and the slums on the ground because of his power, but they will never be able to exist on an equal footing with those golden nobles.

And that underground city will always be there, like an unblockable sewer pipe, gushing black water and mud towards Backlund, and refugees and evil will continue to flow out of here.

After graduation, Allen worked even harder in society and even passed the exam to become a government employee. He never forgot to study and research between work and rest, trying to find a way through the theories of his predecessors and his own practice, a way to uncover the fundamental problems of the underground city and light up the hope for progress.

But Allen failed.

Backlund was sick, but Allen had no medicine to cure him. He couldn't even tell what the root cause of the city's illness was.

For the bustling and noisy Backlund, every day is full of hope. Under the guidance of its outstanding elites, this great city will surely move towards a brighter and more beautiful future. Every day when Backlund wakes up, it will be more brilliant and dazzling than the day before.

Those who went to the underground city for various reasons were exiled by the city. It seemed that the glory of any civilization in Backlund could not shine on them. The lawless area allowed poverty and crime to grow wildly between 3 meters above the ground and 500 meters underground in Backlund, rotting and stinking.

The more Allen learned about Backlund, the more disheartened he became.

He originally wanted to find a way out for the bad and corrupt situation of the dungeon, but when he dug down along this thread, he found that there were even more terrible problems underneath this problem, like thick roots, firmly nailing the tumor of the dungeon here.

The fertile foundation was quietly rotting, but Backlund as a whole seemed to have forgotten these problems, or even deliberately ignored them.

This even made Alan feel scared and terrified. He seemed to feel that he could not control himself and was heading towards the path of exploring the truth of the world, but in the face of the vast fog, Alan eventually became numb.

Until he became a member of the Ferris God Cult.

As the [Holy Sword], Allen holds one of the holy weapons of the Motian Cult: the [Sword of Rift].

Alan's encounter with the sword was quite accidental and quite unpleasant.

Five years ago, on his way back to the dungeon, Allen had to take an unfamiliar route because of a tunnel collapse. So he picked up this [Sword of Rift] in a dark cave.

Although he grew up in the dungeon, Allen knew only a little about these mysterious worlds and kept his distance from them. He only remembered that he picked up the ominous sword involuntarily and felt a sharp pain from his soul. When he came to his senses again, he saw a person of the opposite sex lying beside him.

Later, Allen learned that this was a test from the [Sword of Rift] for those who touched it. It cut an existence into two chaotic and unequal parts, and made both sides diverge in different directions. Many unlucky people were at a loss in the split and alienation, lost themselves, and finally died of the annihilation of their souls.

But Allen succeeded.

Unlike other victims who collapsed in panic after being hit, or simply accepted reality or even enjoyed it, no matter which one of them, Allen had a strong desire to merge into one. They still had unfinished business to complete and distant ideals to pursue. Any division and collapse should not appear in them. They cannot fall down before reaching that sacred unity.

Alan, who is no longer young, suddenly realized that he was still burning with anger towards this city.