Falling into the Abyss

Ethan screamed as his mother quickly rotted in front of him. His body seemed to have suddenly shaken off control and staggered back, but he tripped over Samuel's leg. The people around, including Samuel, seemed unable to see what was happening in front of them, sitting like a puppet. Ethan grabbed Samuel by the arm and tried to pull him up, but the opponent's body was motionless like a rock, his eyes were wide open, he didn't even blink. But his mother was still crawling over at him, the rotten pieces of meat falling from her face and arms, and the foul-smelling mucus dragged long traces behind her.

Ethan paid no attention to La Samuel, and got up from the ground in a hurry and rushed in the direction of the gate. No one stopped him. But as soon as his hand touched the doorknob, a burning pain suddenly exploded in his palm. He cried out in pain, raised his hand, and found that the flesh had been burnt. But under the black burnt flesh, some weird tentacles were squirming, quickly repairing the wounds on his body, and new flesh and blood grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He turned and rushed in the direction of Tanisel. The priest looked so far away, still dancing tirelessly. The beautiful sound of the piano came from all directions, leaving him nowhere to escape.

"Tanisel! Tanisel!" Ethan yelled his name and ran with stride. However, the space suddenly became distorted and elongated in front of him. No matter how he ran, he couldn't shorten the distance between him and the priest. His shouts seemed to be absorbed by the sound of the surrounding piano, even one meter could not be transmitted.

This is a nightmare, a living nightmare. Ethan patted his face vigorously, trying to wake himself up.

But at this moment, an aristocrat with a black gauze in the auditorium suddenly stood up.

In this frozen prayer hall, this person is probably the only person who has moved aside from the distant Tanisir and the "mother" who is still crawling towards him.

Ethan looked at him, wondering whether to feel happy or wary. An ominous premonition that the rain was about to come made him froze in place, staring at the man.

It was a tall man, dressed in an exquisite black velvet robe, his steps were steady and graceful. There was something terrifying and chilling in his body, and Ethan could not describe the familiar and disgusting feeling.

The man stopped about ten steps in front of him and slowly lifted the black veil on his face.

Ethan was stunned.

In front of him is a man of about seventy years old. Although he is seventy years old, he is not too old in the average lifespan of such a man whose life span is more than one hundred years. He should have been a very handsome man when he was young, because he always frowned and left a deep mark on his brows, making him look a little rigid and serious. But Ethan still likes him very much, thinking that he is a person who is methodical and efficient, respects his subordinates, and is upright.

Energy Bureau Director Abel, Ethan’s former boss.

"You... how do you..."

Abel smiled lovingly at him, "Long time no see, Ethan."

Ethan took a step back, muttering in a low voice, "It's an illusion...it must be an illusion..."

"Is it an illusion?" Abel tilted his head slightly, but his smile was a bit strange, different from Ethan's memory, it seemed a little bit more...cunning. He stretched out his hand to Ethan, "Do you want to shake it? See if it's an illusion."

"Why are you here?"

"I'm here to see you." Abel said, his facial features and facial features suddenly began to change subtle but rapid. In Ethan’s shocked gaze, that face quickly transformed into Tanisel’s face, then into his father’s face, and finally into the face of an unfamiliar Egyptian man, and then it was blurred into a ball. , As if erased by an eraser.

A chill eroded Ethan's body. He looked at the black man in front of him stiffly, and finally recognized him.

It was the black man who was constantly entangled in his dreams.

Ethan glanced back in a panic, but saw Tanisel still dancing in a distant place, playing the enchanting piano music. Is this reality or a dream? Why do things in the nightmare appear one after another?

"Haven't you ever thought about who proposed to research and develop the Second Universe, Red Earth, and even Project Zero? Why are your missions related to the Energy Bureau every time, and who chooses your mission?" The man was empty. The chief's facial features gradually grew on his face, and he looked at him rigorously and solemnly, just like the expression the chief used to talk to him every time, "Have you ever wondered how Ophiuchus learned about it? For Project Zero, why did Roland dispatch such a good-for-you-like Roland mission, and why did I fail to attend the day when I was receiving foreign guests, and you would receive foreign guests for me?"

Every word of the old man was like a sharp sword, and it pierced through the obstacles that Ethan had never thought about. Those things in his life that he thought were fate and coincidence, became a well-arranged fate chess game in the familiar and unfamiliar population before him.

"It's you..." Ethan's voice was hoarse, almost unable to speak a complete sentence. His mind has become a mess, and too many memories flashed by quickly, and they were all covered with a fateful haze, "Why... Chief... Why me?"

"Don't you think of me yet? My child?" The director\" approached in determined steps, his eyes full of pressure, "I said that after all the gods leave this universe, I am the only one to stay The ancient existence here walks in the world as a human being. I watched the people on the earth go from a group of cave-dwelling apes to later conquering the entire galaxy, watching the birth and death of civilizations on different planets, I have been waiting for one Moment, waiting for Xuli’s reincarnation to return to a weak moment, waiting for the opportunity to welcome the gods to occupy this rich universe. And you, my child, are the key to open the Xushen universe that I personally made. The body created by force holds the sharp blade of the soul of entropy."

At this moment, he had walked in front of Ethan, with a thin hand like an eagle's claw in the depths, gently stroking Ethan's cheek. It feels cold and sticky, like being crawled across the skin by a poisonous snake, and a shudder rises behind Ethan. Those evil blue eyes stared at Ethan, and for a moment Ethan seemed to see a blood-red tentacle growing from his face, like a tongue around his neck...

"My dear Ethan." "The Chief"'s voice resounded through his mind, "I am your father."

Ethan felt that his neck was tightly strangled by the invisible red tentacles. He had difficulty breathing, and covering his throat with his hands could not relieve the suffocation.

"No, you are not." Ethan said strugglingly. "My father is Adrian Eldridge!"

"Don't deceive yourself anymore. You know in your heart that Adrian Eldridge was never your father. He was just a **** who helped me raise you." Kind of arrogance.

"Ethan" his mother also appeared behind him. The rotten hands were left on his shoulders, and the ear clips on his ears were removed. The body fluid soaked his clothes and corroded his skin. , It made him feel that the nape of the neck and back became more itchy, and even began to have bursts of cracking pain.

"Baby, your time is up, get down on your knees and accept his blessing!" The distorted voice came from the broken throat, and he couldn't hear the gentle and moving before.

All the words buzzed in Ethan's ears, impacting all his past memories. His father was hot and cold to him, taking care of his life but he almost never smiled at him. Mother found various reasons to leave home and leave him. Ethan has never held a birthday party, and only his parents did not have time to be there when the school performed the stage play. He hadn't complained too much, just watching other people's fathers and mothers kissing his children and wiping off the oil paint painted on their faces during the performance, he felt a little pain in his heart.

When the classmates complained that their parents were too strict to let them play too late at the classmate's house, Ethan, who was parked next to him, looked envious. My father never worried about whether he was playing outside for too long, but Ethan would still go home on time every night to eat with his father.

He has always believed that his parents love him, they are just too busy. Especially the father, although he rarely talks to him when he is at home, as long as he is a good boy, he still smiles at him.

So Dad must love him, as long as he is a good child, Dad will love him.

But if you love him, why didn’t you even attend his graduation ceremony? Why didn’t you ask him what he wanted to do in the future? Why did you never ask him if he was in a relationship like other parents? Why did he leave? After home, they are all in the same city, but they have never visited his apartment.

But now, hearing this, everything seems to make sense suddenly.

Love probably still exists. But hate, I'm afraid there is a lot...

Before having **** with his fiancée, he was pregnant with a child of unknown origin. If a proud father does not love his mother so deeply, he can't bear this kind of shame, right?

Ethan's heart seemed to be screwed so hard that he couldn't speak out. He is a monster, from the very beginning, from the moment he was born.

From the beginning, he was not worthy of being loved.

He felt so heavy that he couldn't bear it. Something in his body was about to explode, and he fell to his knees, with a sharp tearing pain in his back. He resisted without yelling, but saw his nails quickly turn black and long, and black lines spread from his arms to his palms.

At the same time, an extreme sense of fear is encroaching on his consciousness. He suddenly felt very tired, so tired that he couldn't move a finger. He wanted to find a place where there was no one, a dark, closed corner, and hide himself.

The world is so chaotic and dangerous, he needs to weave a cocoon and wrap himself up layer by layer.

This impulse was so strong that he didn't notice that the tentacles behind him unconsciously spewed out, entwining himself layer by layer, and gradually only a pale face was still outside.

He saw the body of the "director" in front of him was deforming and swelling. The facial features on his face melted together, and a blood-red tentacle rose into the sky, whistling in the high hall. The big hand dripping with mucus gently lifted his face, forcing his green eyes to meet the "face" without facial features.

"Ethan, the time for metamorphosis has arrived. Whether to live as my son following my will, or to die quickly after a brief beauty like your mother, you have to consider it carefully."

After he finished speaking, he gently twisted Ethan's head and made him look at his mother who was so decomposed that one eyeball hung out of the eye socket and countless maggots wriggling around her body.

The green eyes suddenly widened, and that was the deepest fear in his heart.

Ethan suddenly realized that he was now entering his deepest nightmare-the "pupa" period that his mother had said, which lasted about two weeks before adulthood.

He let out a beast-like wailing, more black tentacles spewed out, and sharp blades shot toward the chaos in front of him. However, what his tentacles passed through was like a mass of slime, and the tall monster didn't seem to react at all. The red tentacles rolled up and broke the tentacles.

The pain caused Ethan to roar in pain. He saw the red tentacles stretched out in front of him, and heard the voice of Nyara Topip of the abrupt chaos resounding in his mind, full of the purest evil, "That dancing Yi Fu Ren, it is also the meeting gift I chose for you. Do you like it?"

"Shut up! Shut up!" In front of the overwhelming threat, Ethan had only one thought in his mind amidst the fear hormone secreted out of his body—to escape. He wrapped his tentacles layer by layer, as if he could isolate the chaotic world outside. This is an irresistible impulse, an animalistic instinct that governs everything.

He needs to hide, hide deeply.