The Opening of Hell

The sound of splashing water seemed to come from afar. His eyelids twitched slightly as his consciousness turned like a rusty machine with incredible difficulty.

Didn't I turn off the water in the bathroom? Do I have to get up and give orders to Lee Ze? He tried his best to focus as he slowly opened his eyes.

He vaguely saw the wooden ceiling and the crimson silence in his blurred vision. His brain was numb, and he didn't find anything abnormal. He subconsciously looked around. He discovered it was not a very spacious room with a bed, a table, and a cupboard. A bronze mirror hung on the wooden wall, and the mirror reflected the night sky with a crimson crescent hanging outside.

A person was sitting on the bed, leaning against the wall!

The man had his head hung low, and there was a bullet hole in his glabella. His face was covered in blood, making him look ferocious in the crimson light that shone through the window.

A dead person?

With a start, he woke up completely. Only then did he realize that the colors in the room were incredibly saturated. The scene in his vision was like a colorful oil painting. In front of him, the flying dust froze as an unknown flying insect condensed in midair as though time had been pressed to stop. Then, he noticed that he was holding a thick book. It was filled with an indescribable sense of illusoriness, with faint glimmers of various colors swimming around its edges. On the dark-colored cover was a strange pattern. It was an eye with an equilateral triangular pattern in the pupil. Around the eye were seven symbols.

Strangely, he couldn't see the seven symbols clearly. It was as though they were shrouded in fog, indistinct and indiscernible. Some information was at the bottom of the eye pattern: Knowledge Authority - 9.

At this moment, the cover flipped open, revealing a slightly yellowed piece of paper. On the blank piece of paper, there was the word "Collector" on the first line. It was unknown what it meant. The strange book gradually faded in the blink of an eye until it disappeared from his eyes. It was as though everything he had seen was an illusion.

As the book vanished, the light and color in the room returned to normal. When he remembered the corpse on the bed, he suddenly stood up and felt his shoulders lighten. Then, he heard the sound of something falling to the ground. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man dressed as a sailor lying on the ground. Beneath the sailor's body was a pool of blood flowing silently.

Another dead person! What's going on? He looked around in horror and confirmed that this wasn't his rental apartment. There was the sound of water splashing outside the window from time to time, and with the floor shaking slightly, it was as if he was on a boat.

Unconsciously, he swept his gaze across the bronze mirror on the wall and saw an unfamiliar figure. He was about seventeen or eighteen years old. He had short black hair, dark green eyes, and slightly pale skin. There was a faint scar below his left eye that resembled tears. He was tall and wore a formal black suit stained with blood. The collar of his shirt was slanted, and his buttons were undone.

Who was this crazy thought that came to Lee Zexi's mind? He tried to raise his hand, and the unfamiliar youth in the mirror did the corresponding action. Hum! He stepped back in disbelief as a clear thought gradually surfaced in his frantic thoughts: The person in the mirror is me? Did I transmigrate?

Suddenly, he felt something kick at his feet. Looking down, he saw an exquisite revolver on the ground beside his feet. Its barrel and body were decorated with snake-like patterns. He picked up his gun and opened the cylinder. Two bullets were missing. It went without saying where they went. It was obvious that these two missing bullets had caused the murder in the room.

Who killed these two? It can't be me, right? As if triggered by this thought, some scenes flashed through his mind. Lee saw himself wrestling with two people. One looked like a passenger on a boat, and the other was a sailor. They crashed into the room, kicked the passenger away, and took the opportunity to raise their left gun, which was adorned with snake scale patterns, to shoot accurately, allowing the passenger to enter an eternal slumber.

The remaining sailors pounced forward frantically. He stabbed his dagger into his left rib, only to receive a blow from the revolver at his chin!

"Ugh—"

Lee Zexi felt his stomach churn. He held onto the wall and retched, but he didn't vomit anything. He lifted his clothes again, and indeed, he saw a wound on his left rib. However, the flesh around the wound was squirming, and the damage had already closed and was recovering. This made Lee Zexi heave a sigh of relief.

However, it's good that the wound is recovering, but the murder in this room…Indeed, he was the murderer. With this in mind, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. As a patriotic youth who had grown up under a red flag, he had never killed a chicken, much less a human. Suddenly realizing that he had killed someone, he couldn't help but feel inexplicably terrified. Furthermore, as these memories flashed back, the memories that belonged to the original body appeared in his mind, bit by bit.

Sifa Desrelli, noble from the Loen Kingdom, Enci Town. His father was Baron Benson Desrelli. He owned a manor, a logging farm, a textile factory, and a large piece of land in Ench Town. He was a famous noble in Enci Town and would donate to the Church of Evernight annually for charity. His mother, Enelu, was a gentle woman who always gave her children affirmation and support. In addition, the family member had a younger sister and a younger brother.

Initially, with such conditions, Lee Zexi believed that the original Sifa should've become a young noble who worked hard and strived for the well-being of the people of the lower class. Unfortunately, it was the complete opposite. The original Sifa had a lousy reputation in Enci Town. He bullied the poor people, did whatever he wanted, and didn't reflect on his character in life.

This time, he had caused trouble for his mother's maid. Under the pressure of public opinion, his father, Benson, kicked him out of the house to discuss a few businesses. He first went to West Balam and stayed there for nearly a month. Then, he boarded the Alfalfa to Enmat Harbor.

Lee suddenly had the urge to retry reincarnation. Isn't the original Sifa a perfect example of a noble and evil young master? This kind of person was just an experience bag for the protagonist. What kind of sin did I commit to transmigrate to such a person? He was on the brink of tears as the memories flashed through his mind.

Five days after leaving Caesar Harbor, the Alfalfa encountered pirates. Nast, known as the King of the Five Seas, had plundered the ship. Thankfully, he had only stolen the money and didn't kill the captives. However, misfortune never came alone. Not long after the pirates left, the Alfalfa's passengers and crew engaged in intense internal strife.

At first, it was just an argument, but soon it escalated to a brawl, followed by a clash of revolvers and swords. During those few days of killing each other, the people on the ship fell one after another. Blood stained the deck as despair spread across the boat. Fortunately, the captain led the others, including the original Sifa, to hide in the basement.

They had been hiding in the lower deck for nearly a week, holding out to the limits of the crazy fellows on the ship. They were prepared to attack tonight and seize the ship. As the original Sifa was one of the few people with a gun, he had been sent out to scout for the enemy. However, before he reached the upper deck, he was discovered by the two men, and an intense but brief battle ensued.

The memory fragment finally faded as Lee Zexi recalled the information and extracted some keywords from it. King of the Five Seas Nast? Never heard of it. However, Loen and the Evernight Goddess.

Wait.

He hurriedly covered his mouth, preventing the exclamation from coming out. He suddenly felt weak and almost sat down. He knew what world he had transmigrated to.

Lord of the Mysteries!

It was a novel that was famous both internally and externally. Lee had been bribed by his friend countless times and was recently reading it. Although he had only read less than fifty chapters, he knew the book was a mysterious, dangerous, horrifying, and horrifying world! The gods existed here, and the evil gods waited in the shadows for their resurrection.

This is a world with Beyonder powers. A worm that passes by your feet, a cat that jumps onto the window sill, and even the golden retriever that you rear at home might possess unimaginable mysterious powers!

Did I transmigrate to such a dangerous world? Looking at the revolver in his hand, he smiled bitterly. He wanted to send one of them into his head. Compared to the creepy and strange ways of dying in the book world, passing under a gun was already considered benevolent. He put down his revolver and shook his head vigorously. Even ants were greedy for life, let alone humans. Furthermore, only God knew if he could transmigrate and revive after dying. He didn't dare take the risk.

At this moment, there was a light shout from outside the door. Following that, someone shouted, "Mr. Sifa, are you alright?" When he looked back, a young man was standing at the door. He was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with blond hair and a nose like an eagle's beak. He remembered that his name was Joyce. He came from Tingen City and had gone to the Southern Continent for a business deal.

He had boarded the Alfalfa not long ago to return to Tingen. " I'm fine. It's just…." Lee's gaze moved back and forth between the two corpses. "They found me, and I had to kill them." Only then did Joyce discover the two corpses in the room. The blond young man's face was pale.

"We just heard a gunshot. Captain thinks that something might have happened to you. Mr. Tris also believes that we should take action in advance. After all, gunfire would attract the attention of those lunatics. Now that everyone has left the lower deck, why don't you join us?"

He nodded and took a deep breath before walking out the door. I can no longer return. All he could do now was think of a way to survive this mess. Then, he could change the original Sifa's reputation. Only then could he gain the support of his family. Only then could he come into contact with mysticism and become a Beyonder! Only by becoming a Beyonder in this crazy and mysterious world would he have a chance of protecting himself. So…When Lee stepped out the door and passed Joyce, he seemed to be talking to himself.

"From this moment forth, I'm Lee Zexi, and also…."

" Sifa Desrelli!"