Rod felt very embarrassed and secretly glanced at her. The nun''s cheeks were red, she lowered her head, and tears seemed to be flashing in her eyes.


    He didn''t know what to say, so he could only take off his shirt and lie on the bed.


    After a while, he felt a little cold on his back. The nun''s soft and slightly cold hands were placed on both sides of his shoulder blades, and began to stroke gently, accompanied by warm water drops falling on his back.


    A strange feeling of heat rose in his body, her movements were as gentle as the clouds in the sky, and as gentle as a distant dream.


    The faint incense lingered at the tip of his nose. Until this time, Rod''s spirit was completely relaxed. The unknown, fear, death, and the anxiety, sensitivity, and depression they brought were truly far away from him.


    He felt that he was lying in a gentle water village, and his soul was completely stretched out.


    A soft song came to his ears.


    "I bring fresh rain from rivers and oceans to thirsty flowers;


    I swing the flail of hail, and beat the green fields like silver..."


    ...


    In the dreamlike singing, Rod felt his soul burning, his body became light, as if floating in the boundless universe, his soul soared into the sky, and pounced on the empty and boundless darkness.


    However, the next moment, the headache suddenly became severe, and the mind clearly felt the tearing pain, accompanied by the dull pain of heavy blows.


    Rod screamed, knelt on the ground, holding his head, the pain was so clear, just like the anesthetic disappeared when the tooth was extracted before, every detail of the doctor''s tweezers touching the bad tooth was reflected in the brain, causing the nerves to burst.


    Rod stood up with superhuman perseverance, forced himself to open his eyes, and found that he was no longer in the bed, and the nun sister disappeared.


    This is a world more like a dream. He stood in the gray, dim mist, with pale, faded soil under his feet.


    There was only such mist and soil around him, extending infinitely, as if there was no boundary.


    "What''s going on?"


    Rod felt his head was in a mess, and the intense pain made his mind begin to blur.


    He walked forward subconsciously and soon found the only existence in this empty world.


    A stone tablet.


    In a world without any reference, it seemed to stand at the center of the world.


    It was about three meters high, square, and gradually narrowed from bottom to top, like an obelisk.


    Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.


    The surface of the tablet was covered with cracks.


    And right in front of it, a humanoid black shadow was hitting it violently.


    With every blow, the dull pain in his mind appeared once, and they were so synchronized, as if the obelisk was his nerve.


    Before Rod came to his senses, the black shadow found him, turned around and pounced on him, with amazing speed. Almost in an instant, he was thrown to the ground, the shadow grasped his neck with one hand and hit his forehead with the other.


    The instinct of survival made Rhodes struggle desperately, but the shadow''s strength was far greater than his. Every blow brought a soul-shattering pain. It had no facial features, only two terrifying red lights, but it gave people a twisted hatred and an urgency to kill him.


    Under continuous blows, Rhodes'' will began to dissipate, death was approaching, his vision began to blur, the world became dark, and he gradually couldn''t breathe, as if the weight of reality was pressing on him.


    But he still resisted, even though it was useless.


    Am I finished?


    In the severe pain, Rhodes only had this one thought in his mind.


    Is this my end?


    He thought desperately.


    Just then, a golden light cut through the darkness and shone from the chest of the shadow.


    Rhodes subconsciously raised his hand and touched the inch of golden light.


    The next moment, as if instinct was triggered, Rhodes suddenly grasped it, just like grasping the sharp blade of light.


    Without the slightest hesitation, he pulled out the sharp blade.


    The black shadow''s chest was torn open. It had no facial features, but its expression was extremely painful. It had no voice, but the hissing sound seemed to be transmitted through the soul.


    The next moment, the black shadow was torn into pieces, accompanied by a strange humming sound, and turned into countless black dust and dissipated in the air.


    Until the last trace of black disappeared in the gray mist, Rhodes came back to his senses.


    He lay there for a long time before slowly getting up, and was surprised to find that there were no scars or bleeding on his body.


    "What''s going on?"


    Rhodes was a little dazed and still a little frightened.


    He looked down and saw that the golden light on his hand was still there.


    "This... Am I really not dreaming?"


    Rod held the golden light in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully. It was between matter and illusion, like solidified jelly, and like melted gold, with irregular long shapes, like a section of intercepted sunlight.


    "It''s amazing... Is this some kind of weapon?"


    This gave him a little courage. He walked a few steps forward and came to the obelisk. He was surprised to find that it was actually recovering itself. The blue-gray stone surface was healing, and countless cracks were disappearing.


    As the stone tablet recovered, the severe pain in his head also disappeared, like the sea at low tide, and soon only a little residual pain was left beating on the nerves.


    "What the hell is this? Where am I?"


    Rod felt that he had become a hundred thousand whys, with a head full of questions.


    "Why does this stone tablet seem to be synchronized with my spirit? Am I in the microscopic world? Are my nerves so thick? In fact, my intelligence is far superior to Einstein?"


    "Well, this possibility is not impossible..."


    Rod carefully reached out his hand and gently touched the obelisk. The next moment, the surface of the stele became deep, like the deep night sky, with tiny dots of light dotted on the background, like fireflies under the night sky.


    "What is this?"


    Rod looked at these light spots curiously, they were very dim and almost extinguished.


    Only the one in the middle was slightly brighter, it emitted a dark red light, like a pile of embers that had just been extinguished.


    When Rod focused his attention on this dark red star, many tiny words appeared in the red light.


    But he didn''t recognize any of them.


    Wait.


    Rod made up his mind that if he had the chance, he would definitely scan it blindly.


    Because he couldn''t read, Rod could only reluctantly shift his gaze.


    But the other light spots didn''t respond, they were small and dim, and disappeared if he wasn''t careful, like an illusion.


    Rod looked for a long time, but didn''t find anything new.


    Just as he was about to withdraw, he suddenly noticed a slender dark red flame on the base of the stele.


    "Huh? When did this appear?"


    Rod shifted his gaze and the moment he looked at it, a line of information appeared directly in his mind.


    [Flowers on the Cold Shore, the Soul of the Northern Prince Hegeol]


    "What is this? A soul?"


    Rod looked at it for a few seconds and then turned his gaze back to the dark red light spot.


    "Are they related?"


    "Well, they are all dark red flames. If you add them in..."


    The next moment, Rod was surprised to see the flames floating up, flying towards the dark light spot in the stone tablet, sinking into it, and being swallowed by it.


    The dark red light spot became brighter, and the stars boiled up, as if burning.


    A strange feeling rose in Rod''s body, the obelisk began to glow, and the whole world seemed different.


    The golden light in his hand suddenly collapsed and turned into countless golden dots that sank into the obelisk.


    "...What happened?"


    Rod was confused. When he was about to study it carefully, he suddenly felt a weight under him and had a strong sense of falling. Everything in front of him became blurred.


    When he came to his senses, he returned to the dim room, still lying on the bed, with the nun''s singing still ringing in his ears.


    "... I silently laughed at my own empty grave,


    Getting out of the cave of rain,


    Like a baby born from the mother''s body, like a ghost flying out of the cemetery..."


    But her soft and boneless little hands were not very peaceful. She gently slid across his waist and down his back, and a tingling sensation like an electric shock came.


    Bang!


    The door was knocked open.


    A three-meter-wide aunt rushed in and roared:


    "Confinement! Number seven! You are confined!"