Dark King-Chapter 1205

Chapter 1204: Chapter 1,193: “He”

Translator: 549690339

Darkness, burning pain, tearing, warmth..

“He”woke up in a daze and “Saw”a blood-red world around him. This was the color of light reflected in his pupils, this color made “He”instinctively think the first thought:

I’m not dead?

Then “He”came up with a second thought: where is this place?

He tried to look at the world, only to see giant blood-red balls around him, like planets in the universe, countless, round and beautiful.

He was attracted by this beauty, and after staring for a long time, he suddenly thought of a third question: Why Am I here?

After this question, he immediately had a new question: Who... am I?

The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became. He was shocked and afraid. He could feel that he had existed before, as an independent entity, an existence that had been given a name, however, at this moment, when he tried to recall his name, his species, and his identity, he realized that he could not remember anything. There were only fragments that flashed past like ghosts, and it was difficult to capture them.

It was as if he had forgotten something that he was used to.

“He”used all his strength to think. Suddenly, he felt the world of the blood-red planet around him fluctuate violently. It was as if the universe was shaking. Countless blood-red planets trembled, followed by waves of intense pain. fre𝑒𝘸𝚎𝚋n૦ѵℯl.c𝒐𝘮

The pain became more and more intense, as if it had been completely torn apart.

“He”felt “His”vision go black, and he fainted completely.

After an unknown period of time, “He”woke up again. When he woke up, he saw the familiar world of the blood-red planet. He was stunned for a few seconds before he slowly remembered what had happened before he fainted, at the same time, some fleeting fragments appeared in his mind. “He”saw the information in these fragments and suddenly woke up. He knew his true identity, but before “He”could rejoice.., the tearing pain appeared again and he fainted.

After a long time, “He”woke up again. When he saw the blood-red world in front of him, his first thought instinctively surfaced: I’m not dead?

Then, he had another question: where am I?

Then, “He”sized up this blood-red world. After a long time, he thought of a new question: Who Am I?

When the blood-red world shook for an unknown number of times, “He”fainted again and woke up in a daze. 𝐟𝙧ee𝔀e𝐛𝓃𝐨𝚟𝑒𝗹.c𝗼𝚖

He did this over and over again until the last time he woke up, when he saw countless familiar faces and a beautiful figure carved into the deepest part of his memory, he finally knew his name. This time, the blood-red world did not shake. The world seemed to become extremely quiet and lasted for a long time.

It lasted for so long that he had pieced together countless fragments of his memories. In addition to piecing together his memories, he had also read out the tiny fragments of his memories, and he knew that he had fallen unconscious time and time again in the blood-red world, he woke up again and again. When most of the time he woke up, he had forgotten who he was, and did not know anything. He was like a newborn baby, but there were very few who would remember his identity when they woke up, however, every time he woke up, before he could think about his current situation, the world around him would shake and tear him apart.

This blood-red world seemed to be extremely unstable and could fluctuate at any time.

However, this time, it was stable for a very, very long time.

After he searched for his memories, he tried to leave this place, but he found that his consciousness could not feel his body at all. It was like a wisp of soul floating in the universe of nothingness. He could not feel anything. He could only feel pain every time, could he feel pain.

He tried many methods, but none of them were effective. He could only watch the unchanged blood-red world in front of him, silently waiting for the next turbulence and tearing pain.

Perhaps this was the hell after death?

There was no 18 levels of hell, no evil spirits. He was just in a dull world, staying forever, repeatedly waking up and sleeping.

Loneliness was far scarier than loneliness. Loneliness was a state of mind. A lonely person could still live an interesting life, but loneliness was numb.

He could neither die nor age. Perhaps this kind of not being able to die, not being able to move, not being able to do anything, and not being able to improve at all was the scariest and most difficult thing to endure.

The blood-red world seemed to be frozen, so stable that there was not the slightest fluctuation. In the midst of the loneliness and boredom, all his thoughts had finished spinning, and all his patience had been exhausted. He even looked forward to the turbulence appearing. At the very least.., he could still feel the sharp pain of being torn apart, and he could have a different experience.

The desolation did not give him a new understanding of ‘life’. On the contrary, he was filled with endless desire for ‘life’!

If he was given another chance, he was willing to plan more meticulously, in more detail, more ruthless, and more despicable. He also wanted to ensure that he could survive!

After waiting for a few years, decades, or even longer, one day, the solidified and stable blood-red world once again fluctuated!

Seeing this fluctuation, he, who had long since become numb and stopped thinking about new ideas, felt as if he had just woken up from a stone statue. He immediately felt a wave of excitement and anticipation. He would rather be unconscious than wait in this lonely world.

The blood-red world cracked open, and a large number of colorful balls, which were slightly smaller than the giant blood-red balls, poured in from the outside. They continuously squeezed in front of him.

He was a little surprised. He had never seen such a situation before when he was unconscious.

In the next moment, the pink ball closest to him cracked open, and a voice suddenly emerged from within. It sounded like an audio playback in his ear, and the voice was extremely familiar. It was Crimson Moon!

Immediately after, another ball cracked open, and a scene emerged from within. It was a dark, hellish laboratory. Inside, there were all sorts of broken hands, broken limbs, eyeballs, and organs soaked in medicinal liquid.

The rest of the balls broke apart one after another. A scene or sound appeared in each of the balls. There was a Crimson Moon, an unknown stranger, and even his own!

In addition, in some of the scenes, he saw the demon lord. However, the demon lord in the scene was different from the demon lord he had seen in the federation. He appeared much younger and more vigorous. His temperament was not as reserved and deep as it was now. Instead, it was full of vigor, he looked like a king who looked down on the world, full of vitality.

Other than the demon lord, he also saw a large number of Aragami corpses. He also saw all sorts of mysterious halls, dark laboratories, and all sorts of strange experiments. Among them, there were seven or eight white-robed experimenters surrounding a huge platform that was more than ten meters long, in the experimental images of dissecting an Aragami, the upper body of the Aragami looked like a human. The ribs on its chest were all cut open. They were separated outward, revealing its internal organs at a glance.

In addition, he also saw an extremely majestic giant city. The buildings were like a forest, airships were cruising in the air, and armored knights were patrolling on the streets. The Majestic Palace occupied the bustling streets, like a crawling giant beast, countless passers-by with all kinds of skin colors were walking in the giant city kingdom.

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