Wang Hao felt as though he was on the brink of madness, recalling the recent progression of the Ga.
With his eyes closed, he saw a sea of red, eerie Papern, and the clear tinkle of wind chis; it seed as though the Blood Demon was truly invading the world, enveloping the slowly moving crowd in oppression and despair. Within the bustling, jostling tide of people, many cursed loudly, while others wore bitter, ironic smiles that perhaps resembled crying more.
Opening his eyes, though still seated before his computer desk, the reality he saw seed sowhat distorted...
The countdown for the entire script was one week, and now it was only the first day.
Yet for so reason, ti had begun to feel more urgent.
Wang Hao had died many tis and witnessed even deeper storylines, but there were still many mysteries left unsolved.
How could mortal power prevent the Blood Demon from surfacing?
He thought again of the Black-clothed Guard "Li Xianfeng," a comrade who had stumbled into Taoyuan Village a century earlier, likely beset by the sa despair, equally helpless.
The good thing was that he was just a Player, able to resurrect infinitely, with an almost boundless tolerance for error.
"Wait, what if I... directly upload my save file?" he pondered.
"According to the normal course of history, I shouldn’t be caught, and the expedition team would die at Ganlu Temple in the outskirts, not transford into Papern."
"But in this cycle of Reincarnation, I drank clear water from the ancient well; the expedition team turned into Papern and were hung on trees by the seaside. Could that have changed so history?"
"Directly uploading the save file, could it..."
Wang Hao wanted to directly upload the ending to see what "Binge Eating Heaven II" had turned into.
What exactly does it an to change history as the legends say?
He was eager to find out.
But, thinking about the 1000 points he would need to spend if he regretted it, he could only endure the frustration.
"I can bear it!"
"Perhaps, there are even more lovely ladies attacking now."
He buried his head to record the vast amount of information obtained in this cycle in his notebook.
After completing this step, Wang Hao felt that even if he stayed up all night, he could not possibly clear the script normally.
His eager brain finally settled down.
"Forget it, forget it. Ti to sleep."
"Haste makes waste, I’ll conquer it tomorrow."
"I must clear it tomorrow!"
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In the world of Binge Eating Heaven, there was no day or night; the sky was eternally a dim red.
Chen Xinyi awoke with a start from her sleep, glanced at the ti, and saw it was already two o’clock in the morning.
She couldn’t help but stretch, rubbing her eyes vigorously.
Her restfulness was far superior to others’; just two to three hours of sleep in the Ga Training Camp could completely restore her energy.
There were three other Night Watchn on duty in the hall, all civilians, arranged to potentially prevent certain special circumstances from occurring.
Bored as they were, they were chatting in hushed tones at the entrance.
"...If I make it out of this alive, I have to pursue that cute girl. Even though she cheated on , and even sought thrills by making out with soone else while on the phone with ... But now I feel that I still love her deeply."
"If I survive this, I will definitely go after her!" said the man earnestly.
"And you, do you have any regrets?"
"I think... being a sycophant just doesn’t cut it. Many tis, the more you fawn, the less you attain; you’re rely comforting yourself without touching the other person’s heart."
"So, you an I should just let go?"
"No, what I an is... if you love her, go to jail for her."
Chen Xinyi overheard their talk and nearly started cringing at the cheesiness.
She had just communicated with the head office of the Black-clothed Guard using her soul to enter the Training Camp, requesting a search for the "Pan Hao" and "Gregory" expedition team.
However, information from several decades ago wasn’t easy to find. Back then, there weren’t any electronic records, only paper files to be searched through, or local investigations and inquiries made with elderly villagers.
But in the dead of night, there wouldn’t be any good news anyti soon.
She exhaled softly, uncertain about what tomorrow’s blankness would bring, and whether the Blood Demon disaster could be safely resolved...
If it couldn’t be resolved, what then? Would the world really be destroyed as a result?
The more she knew, the more she didn’t. She was no longer the ordinary journalist she had once been; she was beginning to feel a reverent fear of this unknown world.
There was a soft creak, and suddenly a door opened.
The man from Room 1 ca into the hall from his room wanting to record sothing, but then he saw Chen Xinyi with a troubled look on her face, looking quite dispirited.
Mr. 1 said with a smile, "Little Chen, haven’t you rested yet?"
Chen Xinyi perked up, "I’ve just slept a bit, and also contacted headquarters to report our situation here."
"The headquarters claims that the red fog is still spreading on Earth, with the current number of missing people potentially exceeding ten thousand, and it’s expanding exponentially."
"If we can’t suppress this matter within two days, they’ll have no choice but to find an excuse to launch a regional war..."
The reason for waging war was cruel—it was to collect souls to use World Level Strange Objects.
Sotis, the truth of the world is more bizarre than one can imagine.
"And it seems sothing strange has happened on Earth," Chen Xinyi hesitated.
"What strange thing?"
"Two bright teors appeared in the sky, illuminating the world... The Doomsday Clock ticked to its final mont, only to be forcibly turned back by sothing. In the end, the two teors disappeared."
"Those on Earth think this event can be directly ignored..."
Number 1 frowned and shook his head, "It’s nothing, the world is more complex than we think, and humanity is not as fragile as imagined."
"The issue will be resolved eventually. We’ll set off officially tomorrow, so you should rest early."
"By the way, do you have paper and a pen? I want to record so things."
Just then, Carl from the Mysterious Bureau also ca out of his room, looking dispirited.
Carl saw the few of them and was slightly taken aback, "Old sir, I just had a dream, a dream of so very strange scenes!"
"Although I don’t have the ability of Foreknowledge Dreams, my Sixth Sense is much stronger than the average person’s, and occasionally it gives premonitions of the future."
Number 1 was also startled, surprised in his heart.
He had co to the hall because... he had had a second Foreknowledge Dream!
The first Foreknowledge Dream involved the entire exploration team being slaughtered by "Red Cloaks," depicting a rather tragic scene.
In the second Foreknowledge Dream, he beca a mber of the exploration team again, but this ti the outco was different. A child led them, weaving through darkness.
Then, in a certain yard, they encountered a terrifying old lady...
And the result was yet another team wipeout.
After the wipeout, a series of bizarre events unfolded.
If the first dream could be described as thrilling, the second dream was downright "sinister."
The final outco of the exploration team was that they were turned into Papern, hanging from trees!
The child who was leading the way died too, thrown into a well!
"Let guess what you dread of..." Number 1 chuckled, "Was there an exploration team, and a child?"
"How... how did you know?" Carl asked in surprise.
"Because I dread it too."
"You dread it too?" Carl’s voice grew louder in his astonishnt, "What... what does this an?"
"Why would we have the sa dream?"
"I’m not sure about that..." Number 1 shook his head, lost in thought, "Could it be that our fate will also be to beco a Paperman, hanging in a tree? And what about that red sea in the dreamscape?"
"And the ancient well in the temple, and those murals... What is all this about?"
Carl rubbed his temples, trying hard to recall more details.
The dream’s scenes were vague, providing only a rough storyline, and as for the murals, he couldn’t rember them at all.
Number 1 continued, "Moreover, they say sothing strange has happened on Earth’s side. The two teors lit up the whole world and then abruptly disappeared, and nobody knows what those two flas were."
Carl asked, "Does it have sothing to do with the Blood Demon?"
"I don’t know. For now, we’ll assess it as unrelated."
The fact that two people experienced the sa dream was no small matter.
There could be quite a few reasons!
After so discussion, the most important and probable one was that it was an enlightennt from the "world will."
The world carries humanity, all life on the planet, flowers, birds, fish, insects, flying beasts—all parts of the cycle of life.
In supernatural studies, people refer to the world will as "Gaia"!
"Gaia" is the collective consciousness of all life forms, lacking subjective agency, tendencies, and self-consciousness.
Carnivores hunting herbivores, ants preying on bugs—these are natural laws, healthy competition between lives from the perspective of the world.
Even if humans construct skyscrapers and destroy forests on this planet, it is natural.
Because humans themselves are a link in "Gaia." No matter what humanity does, it reacts not at all.
Only when an external force invades, when it faces a great threat of extinction, does Gaia instinctually resist, emitting so revelations that are beneficial to itself.
So religions interpret these revelations as "divine oracles," which is incorrect. Essentially, it is the instinctual reflex of all life forms in this world when threatened.
Apart from Gaia’s enlightennt, Number 1 thought of another very strange possibility.
He considered the existence of a hidden Demon God.
After all, Foreknowledge Dreams had occurred twice now, and the exploration team’s experiences seed entirely different. Could this hidden Demon God be manipulating the tiline?
"Chen, imdiately inquire with headquarters to see if more Prophets have foreseen this scene."
"If so, it might really be the consciousness of Gaia."
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