The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 391 Ch.390 Breakdown Rules

All creatures will eventually find their place in the world.

"But not every prisoner can break the shackles. When death returns to their bodies like blood, it is too late."

"The rare brave man who dares to pull out the algae-infested anchor that holds the ship in place and ride with the waves."

From another bonfire surrounded by doors, she came holding the head in her hands.

The hair was coiled around the face like a snake on the arm, and the young key was hanging and swinging under the lower abdomen.

"Closed, opened, closed, opened again."

She came to Roland and asked speciously: "How does that feel?"

"Very good," Roland lowered his head, opened and clenched his fist several times, "...good...excellent."

That was a thought that he had never paid attention to, or even paid attention to - a slight sigh and whisper in his brain, subtly affecting his subtle emotions...

The hesitation about certain things was just like what Roland experienced at that door.

He really wanted to pay a large sum of money to send his uncle to Yam, so that they would stay as far away from him as possible...

Just like what I said when I was a kid.

‘It’s all you. ’

‘Hope is due to you, and death is due to you. ’

Roland knew that he was not safe, and the closer people were to him, the less safe they were.

But he forgot or actively ignored one thing:

For Yam Jones, who had always been the only one, long ago, before meeting him, he could have chosen another path - to live his own life away from the danger of the blind curse.

She could have had such a choice, and when Roland was growing up, she had the choice to give up every moment.

But she moved straight forward and never looked back.

Those arrogance and apprehensions blend smoothly and weave into a resilient web, trapping a worried soul.

But that worry was not what Yam wanted.

Not what she wanted.

No one should make their own decisions.

So arrogant, Roland Collins.

"Thank you, Lord of Dreams." The young man bowed to her and thanked her.

He was much more relaxed.

The girl smiled and said: "Everyone is a prisoner of the soul, and only a few brave men who understand the mystery can dismantle this cage with their bare hands - the real door is far more difficult than what you have experienced. This is just my reward for winning the game."

"Reward? Wait, wait—"

She didn't wait for Roland to stop her. The snake on her wrist suddenly drew full like a bow, and bit Roland's wrist like an arrow.

An intense pain started from the wrist and spread throughout the body.

Roland groaned and immediately curled up.

The white flames soaring into the sky almost turned into a scorching and dazzling storm in front of Roland's eyes.

…

"You passed through a door."

"You are rewarded by giant snakes and spiders."

"The sublime riddles and answers are watching you."

"Your body is starting to change..."

"A special force is trying to break the rules..."

"It worked."

"You completed a ritual."

…

"Name": Sword of Judgment (2)

"Description": A power held only by the Inquisition and controlled by a few of its executioners.

"Effect": You are a sharp blade that judges evil, and you decide who is evil.

It is hard to imagine that anyone can actually complete the second stage of the grand ceremony. The hellish difficulty must have the same level of rewards.

The second stage of the Sword of Judgment will make the user 'inhuman'.

From now on, your flesh and blood will be invulnerable to swords and can even withstand small-caliber bullets.

You can tear apart the steel with your bare hands, and the flesh and blood will carry a greater "secret" - the difference between a lake and a puddle. Only in real confrontation can the desperate gap be revealed.

With every upgrade...

You will be deeper.

‘The storm is coming, there is no wall in your eyes. ’

…

"Notice."

"You get an 'influence' that doesn't belong in this historical context."

"Closed, opened, dismantled."

"Tear flesh and blood, knock at soul."

"This effect lasts forever until you consume it."

…

Roland felt his flesh and blood singing.

Every piece, every strip, every stone.

They gave birth to devouring mouths, sucking madly at the mystery escaping from the dream.

It was also at this time that he realized how powerful this space was - if the "secret" in the waking world was like a rare cellar, here it was a sea of ​​red wine.

"You're experiencing a tidal wave."

The girl holding her head seemed very satisfied with her masterpiece.

"...But that's not what I want, Lord of Dreams." Roland stretched his body tremblingly, and the bones that had been weathered for thousands of years made a "creep" sound from every crack. "That's not the 'reward' I want, Lord of Dreams." ”

Roland felt that his teeth were consuming each other.

Every conversation.

"what would you like?"

"I want my friends." Roland stared at her, every word clear: "I won, but I don't want such a reward - take it back and exchange it for a "live" quota... Let my friend leave . "

"Your friend?"

The girl used her arms to move her head forward, sniffing on Roland's face, neck and chest:

"…Alien species, do you also have friends?"

Roland's heart suddenly sank.

"I'm not a mutant."

"Oh, you are indeed not 'yet'." The girl chuckled: "Your blood keeps pulling you to the other side - the side far away from humans. I think you should be aware of it, right?"

She raised her knees and pointed to a certain location on Roland's body with her toes.

"Human beings are really strange. You clearly yearn for the power of alien species, but you reject them. Your morality...or conscience cannot allow you to kill for personal gain, so you have to cover the target with a curtain called 'evil'. This is really unnecessary. ”

"What's this called? In your words?"

"hypocritical?"

"Or, notoriously stupid?"

She didn't seem to care about Roland's 'semi-alien' status. Instead, she was a little happy, holding her head and spinning around him: "No wonder you were dragged into this, boy."

Roland narrowed his eyes: "So, maybe we can deal with the suffering that we don't deserve -"

"Oh, that's not okay." The girl paused, stopped behind him, raised her head and put it on Roland's shoulders, "That's not okay."

she said.

“A reward is a reward, and if it’s your choice, it’s a ‘request’. How can that work? "

"But my friend——"

"Those who lose the game will die, didn't I say?"

Rose.

Rose would never die in a place like this.

"You have no right to make demands on me, little alien. Because you don't have what I want."

The sound in his ear made him feel cold all over, and it spread and froze all the way along the ear canal. "I came here for the mystery box. Only the person who holds it can make a 'small' request... Do you have one?"

"I know who has." Roland replied in a low voice.

"Of course I know that, otherwise, why would I want to see the humans other than you? The winner among them will hold the mystery box in the waking world."

"I can help you." Roland said.

"There's nothing you can do." The girl stared at him, as did the coiled snake in her hand - it was not looking at this weak alien species, but at another one: a small white snake head emerging from someone's wrist.

And those two eyes the size of red beans.

Watched for a while.

Then, he touched the girl's arm with his head.

"Oh, really?" She heard her snake talking. After listening for a while, her smile suddenly became brighter: "Oh, that's so interesting... Although I don't believe in fate, I like to see people closing and opening. Struggle..."

Enemy of the Messiah?

She suddenly changed her mind.

"I can grant you a wish, but at the same time, you have to pay a certain price - no, boy, you don't have a mystery box, so I can't change the rules and results of the game for you."

"No, it's not that I can't, but it's boring."

Roland didn't know why she changed, but he had to seize this opportunity to save Rose's life: "Then... tell me a lie."

"What?"

The girl showed surprise for the first time: "Lie?"

"Yes, tell me a lie, to James Shelley."

The young man dusted off his sleeves and stood up straight, feeling a strong sense of madness burning in the calm amber.

"His 'reward' is better, right?"

You're not going to die here, Rose.