Abyssal Distortion Files

Jianghai City, inside a dilapidated rental house.

Chen Ye pushed open the door, the old door panel emitting a long, drawn-out 'creak'.

The rental house was empty, and covered in dust, as if it hadn't been lived in for a long time.

He stepped inside, two completely different scenes flashing in his mind.

The photo of the two siblings on the wall had disappeared, and his sister's patched-up rabbit doll was also gone from the sofa.

Chen Ye ran his finger across the table, leaving a black mark of dust on his finger; they had never existed.

His parents were dead, Chen Yao was dead, Chen Ye was also dead, everyone was dead.

That night, Yao Yao seemed to want to say something to him, but he was only focused on eliminating the Ancestral Serpent and the Monarch, and obtaining the two crystals, and didn't listen.

He never expected that to be the last conversation he would have with his sister.

Unlike before, Chen Yao's disappearance didn't cause Chen Ye to lose control; on the contrary, his emotions were unusually stable.

Because he had already lost control long ago.

A person who has already lost control cannot lose control again.

It's like water cannot be soaked, fire cannot be burned, and Death naturally cannot die.

It was as if the whole world had quieted down, without his sister's voice, and without the noise of the Abyss Book.

Everything was terrifyingly silent.

Chen Ye walked into the kitchen and saw the familiar kitchen knife.

He raised the kitchen knife, and then slashed it towards his own neck!

Clang!

A crisp sound, the kitchen knife snapped.

Chen Ye's deep-sea level skin was harder than metal, but… he suddenly really wanted to die, could someone please kill him?

Figures appeared behind Chen Ye, they were all his clones.

"Boss… please accept our condolences."

Accept condolences?

Chen Ye turned his head, a puzzled expression on his face, "Did someone die?"

"We have already left this world, this false reality has accompanied us for four years, it's time for it to end."

One of the clones raised his head, "Boss, with your ability, you can create another Abyss Book and resurrect your sister again."

Resurrect her again?

Chen Ye suddenly smiled, "Knowing it's fake, yet still experiencing it again, how many times must this kind of thing be repeated before it ends?"

"Fake… it's all fake."

"No matter how much we deceive ourselves, we can't deceive our own hearts; love is a dependence, but also a selfishness."

"In the past, I couldn't let go of everything, because I couldn't sever that feeling."

"From this point of view, the Abyss Book actually did a good thing; it allowed us to completely get rid of that dependence and selfishness."

"The memories it stole are also a crucial part of us."

"With the passage of time, the mania in those memories has long been smoothed out, it makes us pure, leaving us with only one emotion."

"That is… joy."

"Apart from that, there is nothing else worth caring about."

"The world has also become a canvas for us to do as we please; whether we blacken it or tear it apart, it doesn't matter."

"And to turn all of this into a game, there must be someone to set the rules of the game, because we are the only hosts, so the rules of the game are also determined by us."

As Chen Ye spoke, he waved his hand, and countless sheets of white paper flew out of the cabinet.

"For our common ideal, for our unified goal!"

"For joy, let us redefine the rules of this world!"

"Let's see who can walk out of the illusion, embrace reality, and ultimately stand out in this world created by us!"

"Everyone, place your bets!"

"Of course, the only stake in this game is our lives!"

Hearing Chen Ye's words, the Twenty-Eight Constellations all revealed a strange smile, "Gamble with our lives…"

"Gamble with our lives?"

"What else can we do with our deep-sea level power if we don't gamble with our lives?"

"Interesting, I want to see… who can take my life!"

The clones looked at the files in their hands with bright smiles; it seemed they all had full confidence.

What is life?

To die for joy is a worthy death!

"Boss… although you've dealt a wave of blind cards, I'm really curious, what kind of trump card did you leave for yourself?"

Chen Ye didn't have a file in his hand.

"I don't need a trump card, the Church is my trump card; I believe that the person who can ultimately kill me will definitely be born in the Church."

One of the clones' eyes flashed, "So, the person you're optimistic about is Li Yang?"

"Perhaps."

"But in my opinion… he may not live up to your expectations."

……

Dream City, the top of the inner cabinet.

Zhou Mo slowly opened his eyes, his dim water-blue pupils turning, his body was naked, with only a blanket draped over him.

Li Yang was sitting at the round table, and that guy Wei Jing was also here.

But Zhou Mo was knocked to the ground.

"You're awake?"

Noticing Zhou Mo's awakening, Li Yang turned his head and asked, "Are you cold?"

Zhou Mo sat up wrapped in the blanket, his voice unusually hollow and hoarse.

"Cold?"

"No, not cold."

"I'm just curious, who am I?"

"There are nearly a hundred names in my soul, I don't know which one is me, or maybe they are all me, do you know?"

Li Yang turned his head to look at the table, just like the Prophet said before.

After a Covenant Keeper loses control, they will first lose themselves, and then become a new mystery, sinking into the deep sea and becoming distorted.

"Your name is Zhou Mo."

Wei Jing suddenly said, "Warden Zhou Mo, but we probably can't call you that now, after all, he and his Overlord have completely broken the link."

"Oh right, do you remember that you owe me five million?"

Zhou Mo sat down at the seat in front of the round table, "Zhou Mo, that memory is indeed very special, I've seen you… you are a Covenant Keeper of the Ancestral Serpent."

"Then thank goodness, we only met once, I'm surprised you still remember," Wei Jing said with a displeased expression.

The Ancestral Serpent now has no power at all, and within the Church, the Ancestral Serpent's consciousness doesn't even dare to say a word, it's not hard to see that it was traumatized by the Prophet.

That's fine too; although the Ancestral Serpent has lost its power, it's not completely useless.

"So what mystery are you?"

Hearing Wei Jing's words, Zhou Mo calmly turned his head, "It's not complicated, my mystery is very simple… and very pure."

"It's the inevitable path for every life."

"Death."