More from the heart

You wake up to find yourself in a post-apocalyptic world where humanity resides in High Towers, and monsters roam outside. 
Your eyes can see peculiar remarks:
【There are Two Evil Fallen hiding 1600 meters away. When you're extremely angry, you can feed them well with a simple sliding tackle.】
【Before you start cooking, you'd better check its pocket. Don't develop the bad habit of monster killing without looting.】
【It's surprising that someone would stare at their own face. I admit your face is quite immersive. If I were human, I'd give you a 9 out of 10. Of course, I'm a 97. Don't ask why I'm hundred mark system】
【The other party is a big shot whose level is far above yours. I have three pieces of advice for you: grovel, grovel, or grovel. About its weakness? Better not place your hopes on me as I'm just a small remark with limited abilities.】
The High Tower, symbolic of the apocalypse, the deformed monsters attracted to malicious thoughts outside, the high-stakes gamble of the powerful, the perilous situations of explorers, the traps in the end times—
Under your eyes, everything is presented in a mischievous style.
All darkness, nowhere to hide!

Doomsday Jigsaw Puzzle

Wu Jiu had never seen such white mist before.


Is this the Evil Fallen? It doesn't quite seem like it... yet the white mist in front of him doesn't seem human either.


The breath of the white mist was indeed human, although its pupils were like stars, there was no trace of the "resentment" that Evil Fallen possess.


Whether it be those unintelligent beings of desire, or the intelligent Evil Fallen—Hong Yin, Liu Mu, Nie Chongshan... they all carried an indelible scent of resentment born from obsession.


Yet, the white mist now bore no such scent, more like it had undergone a transformation after being purified by some force.


Is this Bai Wu's trump card? How many secrets is he hiding?


Too many questions arose in the minds of Wu Jiu and Yan Zizai.


"This isn't an opponent you can handle alone, don't act tough," Yan Zizai said.


Chapter 180: The Nature of the Well