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Nina's consciousness floated up as if from very deep water.
That cold, suffocating sensation of death still enveloped her.
She could not forget her obsession with “staying alive” and her yearning for “life” when her heart stopped.
Even if the Instance was terrifying, even if she had been tortured by illness for a long time, and even if her life was a total mess, she still wanted to live.
Wanting to live required no reason at all.
She only remembered the boundless darkness falling, and then slowly losing consciousness.
[God, I beg of You, this poor soul is suffering.]
[I don't want to die.]
[I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die...]
[Even if it is Satan, Lucifer, or a demon, please answer this poor soul's prayer—]
Then, into her consciousness that had never received any reply, a light suddenly fell.
A warm, grand tide, as enveloping as a mother's amniotic fluid, wrapped around her layer by layer, snatching Nina from the hands of Death.
A script she could neither understand nor look directly at was engraved deep into her soul.
【“■■” has descended.】
【You have perceived “■■”.】
【“■■” has resurrected you.】
【Obtained Title: The Resurrected】
Without needing any explanation, Nina instantly and naturally understood everything:
An existence.
A great existence that stood above all else.
It was not the God Margaret believed in, nor was it any deity from holy books.
He was omniscient and omnipotent; He was omnipresent.
A truly supreme existence who controlled life and death, rewriting everyone's fate.
He had rewound time.
The people who should have died miserable deaths had been saved.
“Hehehehe...”
Nina hung her head, gnawing on her thumb crazily, her teeth clacking against her knuckles.
The edge of her nail was bitten ragged.
She had been watched by 【■■】.
【■■】 had descended here, granting her a healthy body and a brand-new life.
He had watched her.
He had manipulated her.
That pleasure of being forcibly manipulated by threads, witnessing time rewinding with her own eyes, blurring the boundary between life and death, and toying with death—
Just thinking about that scene made Nina tremble uncontrollably.
Her eyes, hidden beneath her bangs, swept over everyone in the carriage with malice and resentment.
Blasphemers!
These blasphemers had absolutely no idea what they had just experienced!
They actually felt no gratitude, did not prostrate themselves trembling, and did not loudly praise the great existence!
And those two heretics!
It was the great 【■■】 who had ended death, yet they actually chanted the names of other gods.
This was desecration.
This was blasphemy.
They did not deserve to know of the supreme existence!
They should immediately gouge out their hearts and offer their loyalty to the Supreme!
No, no, no, they didn't even have the right to serve as sacrifices!
These ignorant lambs!
Two contradictory thoughts clashed within her chaotic mind, causing Nina to shake uncontrollably.
In her anxiety, she bit off her own finger.
Blood dripped from the severed end, but in the next second, as if it possessed a life of its own, it “hopped” back into place.
【Class: Necromancer (Red)】
【Passive Skill: Whispers of Death (You can hear the whispers of wandering souls.)】
【Active Skill 1: Necrotic Puppet (You can stitch corpses together with soul threads, imprison souls, and create exclusive puppets. Cooldown: 120 hours.)
Active Skill 2: Book of the Dead (You dance with death. By continuously offering sacrifices, you can unlock and upgrade necrotic magic.)
- Necrotic Magic I: Death Execution (Enter the “Death Execution” state to briefly obtain the highest authority of the Instance and contain all anomalous souls. Duration: 5 minutes. Cooldown: 48 hours.)】
【Current Level: 6】
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The class information and everything about her skills seemed naturally engraved in her memory.
Nina felt hot all over.
This was divine grace.
It was proof that she had been chosen.
A massive sense of happiness and ecstasy threatened to burst her seams.
Her heart pounded as if it would explode, and her chest ached.
The old her was completely ordinary, dying in terror, as cheap as a speck of dust.
No one cared, no one remembered.
But things were different now.
She had been chosen by the great existence.
She had been resurrected.
She possessed power.
She was no longer that shivering ant.
“Hahaha...”
She hung her head, her shoulders shaking violently.
Her laughter was very soft, barely leaking through the cracks of her fingers—fragmented and frenzied.
Happiness.
So happy.
Just thinking about this made her shake with excitement, and her breathing became difficult.
She was willing to do anything for her Lord, even if she had to offer her heart immediately.
“Oh, dear, are you alright?”
Margaret noticed Nina's anomaly and worriedly wrapped the trench coat tighter around her:
“Don't be afraid. He will arrange everything.”
“Yes, the Lord will arrange everything.”
Nina forced herself not to bare her sharp teeth before these ignorant lambs.
In her mind, an order was being engraved:
【Find the hidden Material in the Instance and offer it to please “■■”.】
Sacrifices. The God needed even more wicked sacrifices.
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Zhao Weilai stood before the half-ajar door, hesitating to reach out.
“Sister Zhao, let me do it.”
Mu Xiao, who was standing to the side, stepped forward on her own initiative. But just as she was about to look up, Zhao Weilai, who had broken out in a cold sweat, grabbed her and held her back.
“?”
“Zhao, are you alright?”
“Zhao? What's wrong?”
The others cast puzzled and worried glances, but Zhao Weilai could not explain the sharp terror in her mind.
It felt as though if she opened this door, she would die.
“Creak—”
In the next second, the door was pushed open from the other side, and Weng Yang's face appeared behind it.
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“Weilai!”
“Weng Yang!”
Disregarding the startled and confused looks of the others, the two hugged each other tightly, their faces filled with relief:
“I knew you'd be fine!”
“I saw the hint you gave me! The ‘ticket’! That's great, you're fine too!”
“Are Ding Feifan and the others with you?”
“Probably not. This train has at least twelve carriages. I think they must still be in the back, but you don't need to worry too much—”
At this, Weng Yang tapped the clay doll amulet hanging around her neck and nodded slightly at Zhao Weilai.
Liu Guilan had already been specially recruited as a member of the Special Investigation Group. Under the guidance of specialists, she sculpted clay dolls every day.
Every law enforcement officer entering an Instance or working on the front lines was expected to be equipped with a clay doll item.
Weng Yang naturally had one as well.
Zhao Weilai turned her head and saw that the priest and Margaret had already begun praying over the corpses in this carriage.
She took advantage of the gap while the others were stacking the corpses, pulling Weng Yang over to the door to speak in low voices.
The two quickly exchanged information, including the classes the players had awakened and any potential clues.
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“My English isn't very good. In the beginning, none of these foreigners believed a word I said, so many of them got eliminated.”
Weng Yang put down the baseball bat in her hand, shrugged, and said with no extra emotion on her face:
“To be honest, if I hadn't seen you through the crack in the door making gestures with the ticket, I might not have survived the first night.”
She didn't have a class, so her chances of survival were far lower than Zhao Weilai and the others.
“Take this first. Awakening a class is only a matter of time.”
Zhao Weilai quickly pulled out a handgun and passed it over, concealing it under her coat:
“The fourth carriage should be the safe zone. Worst case, just save up more points to exchange for life-saving items. Just think of Deng Ziwen.”
Seemingly thinking of Deng Ziwen's downright bizarre life-saving item, both of their expressions relaxed a bit.
“Alright, I'll use points to buy an item to pay you back later.”
Weng Yang wasn't pretentious at all. In an Instance, life and death were unpredictable, and they had a life-and-death friendship, so there was no need for fake politeness.
Besides, unlike Zhao Weilai, she didn't have inventory slots and a weapon to protect her.
Although firearms couldn't deal with ghosts and monsters, they could deal with living people who had ulterior motives.
In an Instance, ghosts and monsters weren't the only dangers.
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“Weng Yang and Zhao Weilai have met up, and the candidate for the Executor is set.”
Song Mo let out a heavy sigh, glanced at her pitiful remaining Screenwriter Points, and pulled a long face:
What did it mean to go back to being broke overnight?
The Great Screenwriter was suffering in silence.
“Crunch, crunch... Master... crunch... do you need A'yan to do anything? crunch—”
Beside her, A'yan, holding a tray, obediently chewed on her snack. The severed limbs of the Headless Knight on the plate were still emitting black energy.
“No need... wait a minute.”
Song Mo remembered that she actually did have something for the twin fierce ghosts, A'yan and A'zhu, to do.
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