The sky turned into a sea of fire, and the earth was filled with murky darkness. One huge fragment after another broke through the burning clouds and fell towards the polluted land. The whole world was being twisted and destroyed every minute and every second.

In this apocalyptic scene, a mysterious figure wearing a dark red gradient cloak stood on a cliff, overlooking a distant meteor shower. He held a wine glass in his right hand, as if the current scenery was worth celebrating with a drink.

Who is he?

What happened?

Why did it become like this?

Suddenly, a red-haired woman walked out of the sea of fire in the sky. She was wearing a black skirt, and her eyes seemed to be filled with a sea of blood. She held a beautifully carved long sword in her hand. As she stepped forward, the sky was split in half by her sharp sword intent. Just by looking at her figure, it felt like the eyes were being stabbed!

At this moment, the mysterious figure seemed to sense the gaze from behind. He slightly turned his head, about to reveal his true appearance.

Igura forcefully opened his nonexistent eyes, trying to capture any details of this mysterious person.

“Cough, cough, cough!”

Igura suddenly pushed away Asho’s hand and wiped his moist lips, cursing, “What are you doing?”

Asho looked puzzled and raised the water bottle in his hand, “I’m giving you water. Did you want me to drown you by sticking your head in the toilet? I would have liked to, but there’s not a drop of water in the toilet. If you don’t want it, forget it. Harvey, do you want it?”

“I don’t want to use the bathroom here.” Harvey’s voice was weak as he sat against the wall, unable to hide his weakness even with his dark complexion.

Asho thought for a moment and tightly closed the water bottle, saying, “Then let’s save it for later. Maybe they’ll bring us food…”

At this time, Igura finally had time to assess his situation. The three of them were in a small room of about ten square meters. The floor and walls were padded, and the light seeped through the cracks in the walls. There was a sink and a toilet in the corner.

The room had no windows, only a ventilation duct in the corner of the ceiling. The duct was slowly emitting warm white mist, quickly dissolving into the air in the room.

He checked his equipment. The small knife, self-defense firearm, and multi-functional keychain were all gone, but the metal headpiece was still there. When straightened, it became a metal spike, providing some protection, but it required a high level of skill to use against enemies: they had to be defenseless and have removed all protective gear.

Hmm, it could only be effective when the enemy was in bed or using the toilet.

Igura wanted to stand up and block the ventilation duct, but he found that his whole body was weak and he couldn’t muster any strength. He fell directly in front of Asho.

“That’s a sedative mist.” Asho lazily said, “Didn’t you notice that we’ve been speaking weakly?”

“You always sound constipated, so how would I know?” Igura rolled up his sleeve and found that the grazed area where he was hit by a sniper bullet had started to scab. He was slightly surprised—it may not be as good as a healer, but this treatment was better than ordinary first aid.

“Do you know what date and time it is now?” he suddenly asked.

Asho said, “May 2nd, 1 a.m. We probably slept for less than an hour. But there might be a time difference between different countries, so it might not be 1 a.m. outside.”

Igura didn’t ask how Asho knew the time without a chip or a clock. He pressed his hand against the floor and felt a slight vibration. “We’re on a moving vehicle, probably a car. But I’ve never seen a carriage with such good soundproofing and shock absorption…”

He pointed to the collar around his neck. “Have you tested this thing?”

“Outputting artificing will trigger a strong electric shock.” Harvey said calmly, “If you want to test it, I suggest you take off your pants and sit on the toilet. But even if you test it directly, it doesn’t matter. These pads have strong water absorption, and any traces of incontinence will quickly disappear.”

Igura looked at Harvey and Asho with a strange expression. “Thanks for telling me voluntarily. I won’t ask how you guys knew this information… Is there any other information?”

After a moment of silence, Asho said, “Before I passed out, I heard someone say, ‘I can only pick up three foreigners’… This is not an ambush against adventurers, it’s an ambush against us. They even know that Ronald and Lana won’t come.”

“Miracles from the prophecy faction or the fate faction.” Igura was not surprised. “What happened to the werewolf and his prey?”

“Ronald died trying to save Lana.” Asho said concisely, “I didn’t see what happened afterwards.”

But Igura raised an eyebrow, made a soft sound, and his expression showed no surprise.

Suddenly, Asho had a strong intuition and asked, “Did you know that Ronald would do this?”

“To be precise, I taught him to do it.” Igura smiled, “After all, I sympathized with him and planned to secretly collude with him, thinking that after escaping, we would attack Lana together. But he wasn’t interested in that. Instead, he wanted ‘true revenge,’ and I happened to have some information about Lana, so I told him the method for true revenge.”

“You deceived him?”

“I never deceive people.” Igura said, “I just fulfill other people’s wishes.”

“Isn’t it funny? Isn’t another name for a deceiver a god?”

The leader of the heresy and the necromancer stared at each other coldly. The necromancer suddenly said, “Even if Ronald and Lana didn’t come, why haven’t other adventurers come? The hunting festival won’t stop because of us. On the contrary, adventurers should have an additional bounty task to chase us.”Asho shrugged and said, “Just look at how we scared the other adventurers… They’re probably hiding in the battle zone. Gerard won’t catch them unless they continue participating in the hunting festival. If we delay them like this, it would be considered efficient if they can work normally tomorrow night.”

“Or maybe the virtual realm passage has been blocked,” Igura speculated. “Since they could accurately predict our arrival, they might have prepared a way to block the passage to the virtual realm.”

Harvey sighed softly and said, “So, we can’t rely on the adventurers to save us…”

At this moment, the three of them felt a complex mix of emotions. They had gone through great difficulties to escape the Blood Moon Kingdom, scared away adventurers, deceived Gerard, and finally crossed the virtual realm passage to arrive in a new world. But before they could even take a breath of freedom, they were captured by someone.

And now, their greatest hope for escape was the pursuers from the Blood Moon Kingdom.

Igura shook his head, dismissing any regrets or resentment that had just arisen, and turned to Asho. “What about your ‘Miracle of Severance’?”

“I tried it,” Asho said. “But it’s an external item, like a sorcerer continuously casting spells. The Miracle of Severance can remove the negative state of the current second, but as long as I wear the collar, the next second will bring back the binding state… I have to physically remove the collar.”

“I think a tool that can leak electricity at any time wouldn’t be in a good mood when violently cracked,” Harvey said, lightly tugging at the collar with his fingers, causing the silver collar to emit a dangerous red light.

“Collar of Restraint, Suicide Prevention Padded Carriage, Anesthetic Treatment Spray…” Igura murmured. “It’s not surprising that we were ambushed and captured, but what’s strange is how they have such a professional transportation equipment. If they didn’t specially prepare this equipment for us, it means their clients also need to live in such a place.”

“Who would use this kind of equipment for transportation?”

“Death row inmates, lunatics, slaves?” Asho guessed.

“Even corpses are possible,” Harvey said.

“Don’t scare me. Isn’t the standard transportation for corpses a body bag?”

“As the leader of a heresy, Asho, you don’t know this? Fresh corpses have special value, especially the residual warmth. It’s like the last echo of life. Watching a body with temperature gradually turn into a meaningless lump of flesh, that wonderful sense of witnessing, I’m sure you can understand, right?”

“Who understands that?!”

Listening to their endless banter, Igura, who was in a very poor mental state, instinctively wanted to interrupt them. But he quickly realized something was wrong—because Asho and Harvey’s faces were as pale as makeup on an orc dancer, neither awake nor asleep.

This anesthetic treatment spray not only made them feel weak and anesthetized, but it also had an anti-sleep effect, suppressing their physiological state as much as possible while keeping them in a state of insomnia.

Compared to direct hypnosis, this kind of drowsy insomnia state was more suitable for dealing with sorcerer prisoners. It could exhaust the sorcerer’s mental power forcefully, and over time, the sorcerer might even lose their normal thinking ability. If interrogation was needed, prisoners in this state were more likely to reveal information. Igura had learned this knowledge from reading books on the mind faction.

Asho and Harvey might not understand this reasoning, but after realizing that they couldn’t sleep, they instinctively engaged in high-intensity communication to keep themselves alert and maintain their state.

Igura quickly collected his thoughts and carefully considered their current situation.

In fact, their situation wasn’t that bad. After all, if they were ambushed by a foreign army, they would either have their memories forcibly extracted or become one of Harvey’s favorite warm corpses. It wasn’t because Igura regarded the hearts of other countries as different from the Blood Moon Kingdom’s, but rather that “foreign countries have different intentions” was a common understanding.

Although he didn’t know who could accurately predict their arrival, it at least proved that they had some value to exploit. Perhaps as research materials, or maybe as slaves, but there was still hope for survival.

If this country was more civilized than barbaric and had social rules that could restrain the strong, Igura even had confidence in achieving something here. For a mind faction sorcerer, rules and human nature were the strongest weapons.

Thinking of the prophecy faction, Igura couldn’t help but recall his dream just now. It was the result of the “Revelation” sorcery spirit activating in his dream, a rare phenomenon that he couldn’t grasp the rules of.

He had triggered dreams of revelation several times in the past, but most of them were meaningless images.

The only effective one was when he first met Amy in the Gambling Color Oracle. Igura suddenly dreamed of the Shattered Lake Prison. At that time, he didn’t pay much attention to this revelation, but now, recalling it, it might have been a premonition of his imprisonment.

But the images in the dream were too exaggerated… Did the world really end?

Igura didn’t doubt the fact of the “world’s end.” He doubted himself—how could a “blind” prophecy faction member who hadn’t even reached the Silver Realm have the qualifications to see such a distant and grand future?

Even the Four-Winged Legendary Prophecy Sorcerers might not be able to do that, right?

And who was that mysterious person observing the world’s end?

Perhaps the “Revelation” sorcery spirit had also been affected by the anesthetic spray and was playing back the images that had occurred in the past to him…On the other side, Asho and Harvey’s casual conversation came to a halt. Although they wanted to fight against their gloomy mental state, it seemed like their dopamine secretion was being suppressed. The more they talked, the more exhausted they became, and they just wanted to shut up.

No, they needed to find something exciting to do.

Asho silently thought to himself, and a familiar game interface appeared before his eyes, with the current time displayed in the upper right corner.

Time to do some gacha.