Chapter 490 Shuttle
"Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce to you the winner of this Abyss Game...Dun Jun!"
Xijie brought Dunjun to the center of the dance floor and announced loudly.
"oh oh!"
All the men and women in their best clothes cheered together.
The men whistled, and the ladies were even more enthusiastic, casting flirtatious glances: "He's mine tonight."
"No, mine."
"Stop arguing, sisters. Be gentle with the little puppy. Maybe we can work together..."
…
Amidst all the friendly or teasing laughter, Dunjun blushed and hurriedly walked out of the crowd's attention.
His hungry stomach had already secreted a large amount of acid, craving for food rich in protein.
Dunjun followed the example of others, picked up the silver plate and fork, got himself a pile of barbecue, and started to devour it.
After eating for an unknown amount of time, he burped contentedly, looked at the dissolute and decadent upper-class people on the dance floor, and fell silent again.
With a drink in hand, he rejected many invitations from ladies and started walking around the party.
On the second floor, there were secret rooms specially prepared for male and female guests, but that was not his focus.
Dun Jun seemed to hear that whisper again.
He turned and came to a corner, where he saw an old gentleman in a tuxedo and silver hair eating.
The other person was gracefully using a spoon to put a bowl of thick soup into his mouth.
Seeing Dun Jun coming, the old man couldn't help but look up and showed a kind smile: "Lucky little guy... Your first trip to hell doesn't feel good, right? Just adapt a little bit. Congratulations on becoming a Beyonder. Of course, I won't ask about your mysterious source. This is everyone's privacy. As long as you don't offend others, no one will care about you here..."
"Old man, can I sit next to you?" Dun Jun asked.
"Of course... the reason why I eat alone is not because I am unwilling to share..." The silver-haired old gentleman showed a surprised look: "I have seen too many winners who will quickly indulge in those women and pleasures. You are a little special... You are good at observing the surroundings and discovering the truth hidden beneath the surface..."
"I just ..." Dunjun didn't know how to answer.
Could he say that he was following the guidance of his heart?
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Henry. They all call me Old Henry... I met a follower of a great man in hell, and he guided me onto a mysterious path..."
A trace of nostalgia and regret appeared on Old Henry's face. "What a pity... Hell is too deep. When I entered hell later and wanted to find more enlightenment, I couldn't find the information... People's understanding of hell is too narrow. In my opinion, it is not just underground pollution, but also everything... For example, the secret of why prehistoric civilization was destroyed! I suspect that the top leaders in the upper city have mastered this secret, but they deny it..."
Old Henry seemed very regretful and took another sip of soup.
Seeing Dun Jun's gaze, his expression became softer: "Want to try it? This thick soup is my favorite delicacy."
"If it's not presumptuous..."
Dun Jun was halfway through his words when he saw old Henry using a silver spoon to scoop out an eyeball from the basin.
"Ah... the source of living light, the gift of the Lord of Eyes..."
Old Henry's eyes lit up, he swallowed the eyeball, and turned to look at Dun Jun: "I sincerely invite you to become a member of the Eye Worship Cult..."
"No!"
Dun Jun suppressed his nausea and quickly retreated.
In his heart, he suddenly developed a strong interest in the history of that great catastrophe.
At this moment, a soft whisper sounded in his ears again.
'Oh, yes, and spread the glory of my Lord... the master of alchemy, the controller of calamity power, the god of immortality!'
…
A wilderness.
The light gathered and turned into a door.
A somewhat embarrassed figure hurriedly escaped from it.
Bang!
He fell heavily to the ground, turned over awkwardly, and revealed his face. It was Smith!
"Success... I became the Chosen One and came to another world!"
Looking at the triangular red moon in the sky, Smith knew that he had come to another world: "Praise my Lord!"
After going through all this, his faith in the Lost God became even more devout.
However, teleporting to another world, especially with the body, is not an easy task even with the Dreamland.
Some of God's chosen ones were unfortunately buried in the torrent of space.
Smith subconsciously activated his mental power and chanted a spell in an attempt to heal his injuries.
The next moment, nothing happened.
"In a different world, the rules have also changed..."
Smith could sense that this place was like the sealed city of Philip, isolating most of the power of the ancient rulers.
"But... Praise the Lord, His power can still be used in this world..."
Smith recited immortal poems.
Gradually, he got up, looked at the barren wilderness, and frowned.
"My Lord has given me the task of exploring ancient ruins and searching for information before the Cataclysm. It would be best if I could obtain the secret of the Cataclysm... But where should I start?"
Smith muttered, and suddenly he saw a dark shadow in the grass.
It looked like a big rotten dog, but with human heads on its shoulders. The animal head in the middle was drooling and had bloodthirsty and crazy eyes.
"A mutant creature? Or some kind of follower?"
Smith's eyes were focused: "I didn't expect that the first creature I saw in the other world would be such a disgusting person like you..."
He opened his mouth and chanted a spell in praise of the Lost God.
The meaning of madness continues to spread around.
“Woo woo…”
The monster's expression suddenly became confused, and it ran away with its tail between its legs.
If it stayed here any longer, it might go crazy or be brainwashed and become a believer of the Lost God.
“Woo…”
Smith did not pursue him. He half-knelt, covering his forehead. "My mental power is so weak? No... Is it suppressed? Is it the influence of different worlds?"
This is also the reason why he didn't kill the monster directly.
Moreover, the part of mental power that just spread out has allowed him to find several targets.
Those are the human survivors in the wilderness!
They were dressed in rags, barely recognizable as human beings, holding simple weapons, but with fierce looks on their faces.
"It's going to be a bit troublesome to get in... Oh, I forgot I don't understand the local language..."
Smith sneaked up to these natives and watched them carefully begin to gather and hunt... and fell into deep thought.
