666, a world of absurdity and unruliness

The chill wind blew in gusts.

All that met the eye was darkness, thick as paint, obscuring any hint of light.

After James pushed the door open.

When he stepped back into Dusk Bell Church, the surroundings had completely transformed.

He saw a table overturned on the ceiling.

On the floor, a cup's lower half was cut off and missing, its upper half firmly standing on the ground, with a gap of about three centimeters.

And it still contained water.

The floor was displaced.

The walls were covered in patterns akin to an abstract artist's paintings, so nonsensical one couldn't even forcibly imagine any artistic value or ideological burden in them.

James said coldly, "I was only gone for a moment, and upon re-entering, the environment had completely changed. So, could the people who disappeared earlier still reappear?"

As he spoke, his remaining right hand also slipped into his pocket and pulled out a flintlock gun.

This one had been given to him in Massas City by a bishop.