Chapter 604: The Mockery of Fate, Rotten Eye, Redundant Information

The emergence of the Morphis Civilization Relic.

At the Rock, Bronze, and Silver Ranks, it didn't draw much attention.

After all, aside from the few who had obtained invitation letters, other players had no idea about the civilization relic at all.

But on the contrary, at the Gold Rank and among the very top of the Silver Rank, everyone unanimously turned their gaze toward the direction where the six beams of light had vanished.

"Only six people? That can't be right!" Duke Yegu muttered to himself.

"Hehehe... Mortarian, no matter what plan you have, my people will make sure it falls through. The era of the Four Horsemen is long over, so stop clinging to the past~~"

A certain Gold Rank big shot revealed a sinister smile.

A man seated atop a mountain peak downed his wine in one gulp, his gaze crossing space to look toward the direction of the civilization relic and the six beams of light.

In his weathered eyes, an almost imperceptible flicker occurred.

Bloodlands, Fallen Abyss, Hall of Fate, Temple of Slumber, Mechanist Supremacy, Snake Kiss, Blood Clan, Wild Throne...

No matter what these Gold-tier faction big shots were doing at that moment, they all unanimously shifted their gaze slightly toward the six beams traversing the star tracks.

Of course, above these people, there was an even more omniscient organization—the Star Track Cult.

This was a stargazing hall filled with armillary spheres, star compasses, celestial apparatuses, star charts, and other instruments.

A tall, straight-backed man stood there, his robe draped over him like the night sky itself, stars shining brightly upon it.

In his hand, he held a thick book that emitted a multicolored fluorescent glow.

"The chaotic era is about to end, and the throne of civilization will welcome back its master. The departure of the Four Horsemen is only temporary. When the light of civilization shines once more, the Four Horsemen will watch their faith ascend to the summit again."

"History does not lie, and the future is already foreordained. We are now in the final darkness before dawn, just waiting for the ray of light that will pierce through the blackness!"

Smack—

The book snapped shut. The man looked toward the starry sky, a mocking smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"The civilization relic is only open to players below Gold Rank. No matter how much resentment or scheming you have, bound by the restrictions of the Civilization Ladder, you can't cross that line even half a step. You can see it clearly but can't touch it, can't even see it clearly, and can only watch yourselves die little by little in torment..."

"Civilization will eventually return to its proper trajectory. This... is perhaps the mockery of fate!"

-

Bang—

With a loud crash.

Yu Yuan opened his eyes. On instinct, he searched for shadows and activated Concealment.

After his figure faded away, he began to carefully examine his surroundings.

Hiss—

"What the hell is that?"

In the sky above, a massive rotten eyeball appeared, as if it would take up the entire heavens.

It resembled the eye of some dead creature, reeking of decay.

Yet it silently observed everything.

Yu Yuan had a feeling that he was like an ant trapped in a bottle, being watched and spied on by this unknown creature.

But...

What kind of creature would possess such a massive eyeball?

Yu Yuan had no answer, nor did he have the mind to ponder it.

Because the moment he looked at the eyeball, it seemed to notice his gaze as well.

The instant their eyes met, a sound composed of countless whispers and murmurs—laden with intense pollution and a twisting will—erupted into his mind.

His head felt as if it were being stuffed full of countless messy and useless redundant garbage, directly cramming every corner of his conscious space solid.

His consciousness entered a state of overload.

The moment Yu Yuan heard the whispers, he sensed something was wrong.

But he only had time to clutch his head and lower it before blood began flowing from his nostrils and the corners of his eyes.

There was even a clear, watery fluid dripping from his nose.

His movements came to a halt. He stood there dumbfounded, his eyes losing focus.

Meanwhile, within his mind, a war had already begun.

The moment these polluted, twisted junk information entered his head, Mysticist activated at full power.

The golden filtering net of light went all out, purifying the twisted information.

Shattering, filtering, purifying, reorganizing.

Mysticist faced its toughest challenge since coming online.

And those twisted, maddening pieces of information didn't stay quiet in Yu Yuan's conscious space either.

Various whispers and murmurs clung to him like persistent Buddhist chants, refusing to leave, permeating everywhere.

But as the junk information was rapidly purified, Yu Yuan's stalled thoughts finally stirred back to life.

The moment his consciousness returned.

It was like a drowning victim gasping for air after suffocation, breathing rapidly, looking thoroughly shaken.

He kept his head lowered firmly, no longer daring to look at the sky.

"I almost died."

Yu Yuan shuddered with lingering fear. This was no civilization relic exploration—this was outright premeditated murder.

Something so beyond comprehension appeared the moment he entered the scene.

Yu Yuan wondered if the others, if they also looked up and made eye contact with that thing, would have any chance of surviving.

Then, Yu Yuan shifted his attention to his conscious space.

The redundant junk information had been completely purified by Mysticist.

All that remained was reorganized, readable information.

But the moment Yu Yuan began to examine it, he furrowed his brow.

What kind of nonsense was this?

[Absinthe didn't come to drink with me today. She said she was studying spiritual runes...]

[The growth rate of this larval spore needs to be improved again...]

[Haha... that Blood guy is so stingy. I just dug a little bit of genetic seed from his Bloodline River, and he actually hid it away...]

[The pain sensitivity in the neural network can be turned down a bit more...]

[No one knows that I set the core activation password to 'Absinthe'... Hmm~ only I know...]

[No... this can't be real... it's not true...]

[Why... why did you betray me... have you forgotten...]

[I can't die, I can't die... Right... pass on my technology, spread it out from the Spiritual Dimension, entrust it to the Civilization Ladder...]

[Revered 'stern father,' please accept our sincere prayers to you. Your radiance...]

[This is the sacrifice we offer to you, the most revered... please grant us Spirituality Concentrate...]

['Stern father'... have you abandoned us? Why can we no longer contact you? Save your poor followers...]