So I went to Douluo

"Host."

A faint blue light lit up in the darkness.

A flawless white light emerged from it, and a distant call came out.

"Wake up, dog host."

The calm mechanical sound rang in the ears, awakening the dying man's silent consciousness.

After suddenly opening his eyes, the darkness was replaced by a burst of blue light. Just like the sudden green earth after the spring breeze blows, it creates a dream-like picture.

Even if there is only a monotonous mysterious blue.

The blue young man propped up half of his body and focused his lax eyes. He did not look around, but just looked down at his chest and remained silent for a while.

"Don't be in a daze, dog host." The calm mechanical voice appeared again.

It turned out that it was not ringing in my ears.

Instead, it echoes throughout the blue space.

He bent one leg, looking a little tired, and asked blearily, "How successful was your hand after resurrection?"

"Less than ten percent, dog host. I can barely reawaken your consciousness."

The young man stared at his knees for a long time.

"How much time do I have left, Tong?"

"About thirty minutes."

"ha"

The young man simply lay back and stretched his arms wide to form a cross on the ground.

Just lie there.

Just lie down for ten minutes.

"Twenty minutes left, dog host."

The system performs its duties very dedicatedly.

He looked at the blue sky, which probably shouldn't be called the sky, because there should be no concept of "sky" here.

Anyway, he looked there in trance.

After a long time, he said: "It hurts, everything."

"Anyway, the back-up plan didn't work."

"Otherwise, leave me alone and let me wait quietly for death."

System: "Dog Host"

Another ten minutes of silence passed.

"Ten minutes left"

The young man spoke again: "Why did I suddenly change like this, System? I have no interest in anything. It seems that everything I do is meaningless, and I have no clear will to survive."

System: "Dog host, you have died once after all. It is normal to have post-traumatic stress disorder."

"PTSD," the young man muttered, and then lost his voice again.

"Five minutes left, host." the system said.

The young man didn't answer, his droopy eyebrows covering most of his empty and dull eyes.

"Three minutes left."

The consciousness gradually sank, just like the few seconds before falling asleep, the whole person was completely plunged into darkness in the erratic feeling.

He still said sadly:

"So tired."

"Two minutes left, host." The system's mechanical voice spoke faster, "Host!"

Young man: "How many Haolan marks are there outside?"

"A total of one hundred and three thousand six hundred and seventy-nine, of which eleven thousand two hundred and thirty-three are marked on the living beings." After the system finished broadcasting, it paused for a moment, "There is still one minute, host."

Things have become increasingly unclear in front of my eyes.

The blue light is also very blurry.

He said nothing.

"Thirty seconds, twenty-nine seconds, twenty-eight seconds."

The countdown to life.

I was actually lucky enough to hear it.

Pain, numbness and depression gripped his heart, using that as a focal point to drag him down toward the deep sea called death.

This is obviously an experience that should not exist.

An absurd and secretly longing dream.

if

if it ends here

If it ends here

Yes or no.

that is

When you wake up from a dream.

He can still live a good life without all of this.

There will be no change, a somewhat gloomy life.

But he can handle it.

One person can handle it.

It's nice to be alone.

Always.

It's always like that, isn't it?

This way, there is no change.

That's pretty good, right?

——Normal life should be like this.

Since I could have lived such a good life.

Now I am tired and want to go back to those days.

This is completely normal, right?

Close your eyes.

You can rest now

"Ten, nine, eight"

He tried to open his eyes.

Strange, it's not closed.

Why can't I see anything?

"Seven, six, five"

"all"

He could only make a faint breathy sound.

"four three"

"Start the plan to absorb vitality"

"The second plan has been launched and is drawing vitality through the Hao Lan mark."

It's like a handful of sweet spring water is poured into a thirsty throat.

Bubbles appeared out of thin air and nudged him from behind.

Pushed him out of the ocean of death.

Take a breath on the sea.

To survive.

My vision was restored, and the blue light was still so mysterious and dazzling.

But he didn't seem happy either.

Still lost in thought.

After a long time, he said:

"How many ten thousand can be absorbed at the same time?"

System: "Eleven thousand two hundred and thirty-three, host."

"Oh," the young man said very slowly, "How long can I last if I absorb so much life force?"

Then something suddenly sounded: "Oh, remember to exclude people and soul beasts and add that you didn't absorb their vitality, right?"

"No, host." The system said, "Most of the Hao Lan imprints are on air molecules. If you add plants and animals that can provide vitality, minus the transmission loss, absorbing them all can buy the host about one more year."

"It's quite few."

System: "Yes."

The young man was lost in thought for a while: "Then, give me another hour first. I have marked so many birds, cats and dogs before, so don't suck them. I remember there seem to be a lot of mosquitoes, cockroaches, mice, and flies? Give it. I suck them hard"

"As commanded."

After a while:

"Is it ready to continue?"

"alright."

The system thought that he would take this little time to talk to him a lot.

It can say at the appropriate time, "Dog host, what does it mean to give up at this time? You need to stand up!"

The young man will also smile and say "Okay", then get up from the ground and continue to implement the plan he has already arranged.

But he was still silent.

lasting one hour.

In the blink of an eye, there are only ten minutes left.

The young man finally said: "Can you exist on your own?"

The system didn't understand, but it still said honestly: "Okay, host."

The young man asked again: "You and I come from the same place, right?"

The assistant system usually answers every question: "Yes."

Young man: "You brought me here. You can go back by yourself, right?"

System: "Theoretically, yes."

youth:""

Young man: "You can't just take me with you, right?"

System: "Yes. This is a program set for me. Only the host completes the test."

The young man interrupted with a smile: "That's good."

Then he said: "I seem to be really tired, everything."

"I want to take a nap"

He closed his eyes.

I even settled into a comfortable sleeping position lying on my side.

The system that has been detecting the host's vital signs in the background is now ringing with alarms in the program.

Originally, he still had about seven percent of his life left.

It's passing by at an unprecedented speed.

"Host!"

It detects a certain sense of detachment.

The consciousness that binds them together is drifting apart.

It is itself the thread tightly wound around the ball of light called the soul.

And the light group in the silk thread.

became smaller.

It can no longer bind him.

"Host!"

All its functions must also be based on the veins of the soul.

After the nerve current was gradually cut off, even its voice became intermittent.

It will not disappear when the host dies.

But I can only watch helplessly as the soul I once held tightly disperses.

Break away from the last few remaining connections.

“It” is more than just a “programmed” “system”.

Even for a long time "after that" "it" was no different from a mechanical "system".

But "panic" does not appear in the "mechanical" senses.

"It" also had panic, and it burst out completely at this time.

And that actually prompted it to do something that violated the logic that had been "set" in it.

The power of "soul" flows into the dissipated soul along the remaining connection.

No one knows what kind of power it is.

Perhaps extremely powerful.

Powerful enough to bring back a soul seeking death.

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"Host."

before the program stops.

It carries the final message along with the force.

"Live well."

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"——"

It's like hearing someone's call next to your ears when you are half asleep and half awake.

Although it was not real, I was sure that it was calling me.

So I tried to open my eyes hard.

The consciousness floating upward in the ocean of dreams.

I want to hear that cry clearly.

It's a little difficult.

Drowsiness is like a heavy hand covering my eyelids.

So I had to make some simple responses.

"Um?"

But there's no way to know for sure.

The response was still a dream.

It’s still really reality.

The calling continues

"--host!"

What?

"Su-!"

Well

"--Host!"

Oh, you are indeed calling me

But who is calling?

"Host!"

The sudden clear call was like thunder in the ears, awakening the sleeping memory in an instant.

The realization that came like a flood made him dazed for a moment.

The clear voice continued:

“Don’t give up, dog host.

"Your companions are still committed to time, waiting for you to awaken them.

"You still have unfinished business.

“You still have to go home.

"Even if you think this is just an unnecessary dream, have a good dream and make it complete.

"so--"

When he woke up, he suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"--system!"

"Host."

A strange, yet somewhat familiar power surged in from somewhere in his body.

Build a dam at the gap in the broken body that cannot hold any life.

Tough to restore the soul that wants to die.

It fell silent again.

"Live well."

"——"

He didn't know when he had stood up from the ground.

Shout loudly.

But no sound came out of his throat.

Didn't get any response either.

There is only the present.

I don’t know when this wooden house appeared.

He just watched.

Standing there, watching silently.

His fists gradually clenched.

Blue halos rose from the soles of his feet one after another.

And when the nine circles are all in place, they merge into one.

He took a step forward.

There was some hesitation at first.

Then he walked firmly towards the wooden house.

The blue light shone, and a gravel path extended forward at his pace.

On both sides of the path, lush blue silver grass grew out of thin air.

Following the blue light outward, it grows into an endless blue and silver nursery.

Right behind him.

Everything in the world rises from the ground.

Sun and moon.

Sky and earth.

Grass, trees and mountains.

There is also the wall surrounding Blue Silver Nursery.

Set up a safe place of isolation.

He walked forward wordlessly.

The lonely Dantian space was recast under his feet.

Earned a new lease of life on Blu-ray.

With Hao Lan, all forms can be transformed.

The creator of the great miracle only stopped in front of the small door of the wooden house.

With the last glimmer of expectation, I pushed the door open.

I only saw countless books displayed on the bookshelf.

He was not discouraged immediately.

He walked inside.

Until you come to the center surrounded by countless bookshelves.

The remaining expectations also dissipated.

He sat down on the ground.

Look at the pure white ball floating quietly on the wooden floor.

But I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"all"

He said.

"You guy"

He sat here for a long time before standing up again.

Raise your hand and aim at the white ball of light in front of you.

Blue light emerged from the palm of my hand.

"If "Hao Lan Spell" is supposed to be omnipotent, then let me see it with my own eyes."

His eyes also lit up with a faint blue light at the same time.

At this time, all the power of Hao Lan's spell was input into the white ball.

The two just came into contact.

There was a fierce flash of light.

The strong wind blew, making the corners of his clothes and hair dance.

But he didn't stop because of this. He raised his other hand and held his wrist to barely stabilize his violently shaking arm.

He gritted his teeth and activated the power of Hao Lan's spell to communicate with the laws of the world, hoping to use one to reverse the situation in front of him.

Even the colorful halo appeared on his body, trying to cut off the cause and effect of the system shutdown.

Failure, failure.

There are no rules for that.

There is no cause and effect that can touch the white ball in front of you.

They even excluded him directly.

The blue light condensed in his hand was extinguished.

But it's not without progress.

After getting used to the last powerful impact, he looked in the direction of the white ball.

There are no more white balls there.

There is only a two-meter-high spherical blue light curtain.

There is also a black shadow in the light curtain.

Like a human figure.

As he watched, his expression became a little confused.

"system?"

The War of Gods ended not long ago.

He still has a lot to accomplish.

Because Qian Renxue and Xu Yue blocked the sword, he gave these two girls the backup plan for his resurrection.

The little remaining power could only barely awaken his consciousness, and he could regain his vitality through the power of the system.

But it was still a drop in the bucket, because after all, he was resurrected by relying on his resurrection backhand. Most of the resurrection power was given to Qian Renxue and Xu Chen, so his resurrection was not perfect.

Even with the support of huge power from the system, he is still on the borderline between life and death, commonly known as the "half-dead" state.

And precisely because of this imperfect resurrection, he needed to deal with the problems that came with it as soon as possible.

For example, get away.

From the sight of the God King of the God Realm, from the timeline in the eyes of the God King.

Completely disappear.

In this way, he can enter the next era safely.

Let the "plan" be executed smoothly.

Also, live up to today's systems that can only run at ultra-low power consumption.

First, he had to place his own coffin.

Once you are ready, the "escape" begins.

This step is not troublesome, it only requires a short period of sleep.

After finishing everything in a hurry, he just returned to the dantian space that was now almost a small world. He had already fallen into a deep sleep before he even had time to enter the cabin.

"Ho--"

Along with the short and rapid breathing, Tang Liu suddenly opened his eyes.

He lay quietly for a while, then stood up and looked around.

This seems to be an endless space, and the entire space is a strange blue-black color.

Whether it is the sky, the sun, or the ground, they all seem to be covered with a blue-black filter.

Tang Liu paused for a moment, understanding in his heart.

He escaped successfully.

Tang Liu breathed a sigh of relief, and after adapting to all his abilities again, he disappeared into this space.

It's not time to rest yet, he has one last thing to do.

And the place where he came was Xinghai City, the important town in the South China Sea of ​​the Star Luo Empire.

The moment he appeared on the beach, the world's current information poured into his mind.

He was slightly startled.

Has it been a year?

System is not responding

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This chapter is still not finished, so I won’t leave it to the next chapter. Wait until I update this chapter, friends~

——3 days to make up——

Filling in the holes, the end is the beginning of all the connections in Chapter 404~