This villain, please exercise some restraint.

Southern Xinjiang.

He didn't know how long he had been walking. The white-haired boy looked forward and there was no one in front of him. However, he couldn't stop.

It seemed as if someone had given his feet some kind of instructions, and he would not give up until he reached his destination.

He just kept walking like this until his originally fair skin was eaten by unknown insects, became festered, and then festered and spread into a piece of rotten flesh that could no longer be seen.

The face, torso, and even the limbs were already festering, and even emitted a faint stench of decay.

The crown on his head once showed that he had a glorious moment, but now his detailed features are no longer visible and he looks no different from a beggar.

He no longer knew how long he had walked in these insect-infested caves and caves, nor how many mountains he had crossed.

We met very few players along the way. At first, they all came over with curiosity on their faces, and then quickly disappeared as if they had seen something terrifying.

But now, he seemed to be walking on a deserted path. The path was overgrown with weeds. Upon closer inspection, many branches and leaves were covered with unknown insects, which looked densely packed and very creepy.

But after experiencing the initial torture, he was no longer surprised by these things.

For unknown reasons and since when, the festering all over his body brought him not only pain, but also a feeling of numbness that went straight to his brain.

Perhaps this feeling can alleviate the pain a little, but it gets worse day by day... as if the pain is coming from the depths of the soul, and it seems that it will split the drowsy brain in half in the next moment.

This pain from the depths of his soul seemed to have been vaguely felt by him since he left the temple of the "world".

But as time goes by, the pain... gets worse day by day.

Until now, it seemed that he was about to exceed the limit of what he could endure.

He felt that his brain was under multiple stimulations and he had no time to think.

There was a rotten smell lingering at the tip of his nose. He knew without trying to identify it that it came from himself.

He seemed to be able to feel something gnawing at his flesh bit by bit, and something else turning around in the rotten flesh and then drilling out.

His eyes were also traumatized. His left eye was almost a hole, and his remaining right eye could only barely see.

However, he believed that even if he became completely blind, these feet that no longer belonged to him would lead him to the so-called "destination".

The so-called contract is so terrible. Not only does it contain unfair terms and use other people's abilities for one's own benefit, it also requires unconditional obedience.

How could this happen? Why did this happen?

My brain was almost completely occupied by the pain, and it seemed extremely difficult to even ask the simplest questions.

He couldn't understand, couldn't figure it out clearly - why, even though the so-called "lover" who might have huge hidden dangers was no longer there, the ability belonging to the "lover" was still working with all its might.

He wanted to eliminate An Xu simply because he was infected with the ability of "lover" and needed to cut the roots.

"The world" says - this world cannot exist without "the world".

The "world" says - today's "lovers" are very dangerous. Such a being who is almost completely filled with disappointment, but is also a very capable being, it is hard to imagine what extreme things they would do.

The "world" said - let's make a deal. You want to become powerful, and I happen to have the power. With this power, go find "temperance", use "temperance" to summon "lover", and then completely eliminate "lover". Then, this power will be at your disposal forever.

"The World" said - perhaps the "Emperor's" crown will provide you with good help. The specific ability of the "lover" is still unclear. If it is a very lethal ability, you can use the "Emperor's" ability to drive those "cannon fodder". Please remember to protect yourself.

Power... power? Really... desire power?

At that time, Shi Si was asking himself whether he should desire to become powerful from a rational point of view.

But there seemed to be a voice in his heart that responded to this desire. The feeling was so strong that he almost felt that... before he lost his memory, he was a person who pursued power to the extreme.

So, he chose to accept the deal, and chose... to continue with his previous choice.

Could it be that... this choice was wrong? If it was wrong, then why did my previous self... desire power so much? What was the reason for the desire for power...?

What happened? What happened? Which step went wrong to put me in this situation?

His head seemed about to explode. The white-haired boy stumbled along with a pale face, his tattered white clothes hanging on his body, making him look like a dark male ghost from hell.

How can he get out of this predicament? He couldn't think of it, nor could he do it. At least for now, just enduring the pain in his head would almost exhaust him.

If this is a punishment, then it is indeed quite cruel.

The white-haired boy walked like this involuntarily, as if he was heading in a predetermined direction, but he himself didn't even know what this so-called "predetermined direction" was.

He didn't recognize the road behind him, and the road ahead seemed to never end.

The body...consciousness is like a string that has been stretched to the extreme, and it will reach its limit in the next moment.

Pain... discomfort... ache... confusion... drowsiness... all kinds of complicated feelings mixed together - the white-haired boy blinked his eyes, only to find that the front was becoming more and more blurry.

Is this his end?

he thinks.

A heavy feeling of unhappiness arises spontaneously from the bottom of my heart.

This is not the end, he shouldn't fall here.

A second before the white-haired boy lost consciousness, in his extremely blurry vision, he saw a figure that he was not so familiar with and heard a slightly anxious voice.

He was not unfamiliar with that voice. It was the culprit who punished him.

"Shi Si!"

The next second, the white-haired boy's consciousness fell into darkness, and his extremely broken body fell into a warm embrace.

“Sorry, sorry…”

The young man wearing silver-white glasses looked at Shi Si who was already unconscious in his arms. His eyes swept over the wounds and rotten flesh on the body one by one, his face full of pity.

"sorry Sorry!"

He apologized again with full of guilt, "Shi Si, I never thought of killing you, really... never thought of it."

"I just want you to suffer a little, and I just hope you...can stop taking it for granted...to hurt others."

"I didn't know he...he would do this to you, be so cruel to you."

The boy with white glasses said this and closed his eyes. His palm covered the rotten flesh on the white-haired boy's chest, as if he was slowly sensing something.

Soon, the invisible blood-red chains slowly emerged around the white-haired boy. The boy with glasses opened his eyes and stretched out his hand as if he wanted to remove the restraints, but he tried for a long time and the final result was in vain.

"How could this happen? How could..."

He looked at his hands stained with rotten flesh, with a look of doubt on his face, muttering to himself, "How could this happen... Why can't I use my own abilities..."

"Could it be...Could it be that he is the only one...the only one who can use that greatly enhanced ability?"

"Lover...you..."

The boy with glasses lowered his head and muttered to himself. The white-haired boy's appearance was reflected in his pupils behind the mirror. He looked very embarrassed...extremely embarrassed, so embarrassed...his original appearance was almost unrecognizable.