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The hand condensed from the mist, like a white jade sculpture, flashed a faint fluorescence, and was particularly eye-catching in the void of space. This hand had a strange attraction that made Mark unable to look away. It slowly and firmly approached Mark's cheek.

Mark swung the light blade condensed with golden energy and slashed at the hand stretched out by the mist. The moment the light blade came into contact with the mist, a dazzling light burst out, and the space shook violently. After the strong light, Mark's eyes were temporarily blinded, and his eyes were blank. There was a buzzing sound in his ears, as if countless bees were flying around his ears. He shook his head hard, trying to dispel the annoying noise, and his vision gradually recovered.

The light dissipated, but the hand in the mist was unharmed and continued to approach Mark. Mark's heart sank, and he waved the light blade again, but he still couldn't stop the hand in the mist from approaching. He gritted his teeth, veins popped on his forehead, and poured all the remaining energy into the blade. The golden light became more dazzling, and the length of the blade doubled. He roared and swung the blade again, but the result was the same. The mist hand was like an illusion, and the blade went straight through without causing any damage.

The mist hand gently stroked Mark's cheek, and a cold energy penetrated Mark's body. This energy was not violent, but it quickly spread to Mark's body with an irresistible corrosive force. Mark's body began to tremble, his consciousness gradually blurred, and the golden light in his eyes gradually dimmed. He dropped his hands powerlessly, and the blade dissipated into nothingness. A sense of powerlessness and despair swept over him, and he felt that his body no longer belonged to him, as if he had become a puppet, at the mercy of others.

The mist figure let out a low laugh, which seemed to come from ancient times, with a creepy chill. It slowly opened its arms and embraced Mark in its arms. Mark's consciousness completely fell into darkness, and his body gradually merged with the mist, like ice and snow melting in the water, and finally disappeared.

After an unknown period of time, Mark woke up again. He found himself lying on a soft bed, covered with a warm blanket. The room was softly lit, elegantly decorated, and filled with a faint fragrance.

He slowly sat up, rubbed his swollen temples, looked around, and his eyes were full of doubts. This was a completely unfamiliar room, and he had never seen such a layout.

"Are you awake?" A gentle voice came from the side.

Mark turned his head and saw a young man appear in front of him. The young man was wearing a neat suit, handsome, and with a warm smile on his face.

The young man walked to Mark, pulled a chair, and sat down elegantly. He smiled at Mark and said, "Mr. Mark, are you satisfied with this journey to save the world customized for you?"

Mark was stunned for a moment. He tried to recall what happened before, the battle, Toby, Moloch, the mist... Those memories flashed through his mind like fragments, but they could not be pieced together into a complete picture.

The young man seemed to see through Mark's doubts, and he continued: "You don't have to recall it, it's all in the past. Now, you just need to tell me, are you satisfied with this journey?"

Mark frowned, he felt that there was something hidden in the young man's words, something that made him uneasy. He took a deep breath, tried to stay calm, and asked: "Who are you? What is going on?"

The young man smiled, but did not answer Mark's question directly. He snapped his fingers and a file appeared in front of Mark.

Mark took the file and quickly browsed it. The content on the file was dense and full of various legal terms, but he still saw his signature at a glance, and the handwriting was exactly the same as his own. He widened his eyes in disbelief, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

The young man observed the changes in Mark's expression, and the smile at the corner of his mouth deepened. "It seems that you remember it. Then, I'll take the reward." He stretched out his right hand, and five claws grabbed Mark's head. A ray of light appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Mr. Mark, we have a chance to meet again!"

A cool breeze blew, and Mark felt a chill on his back. He looked up and found that the surrounding environment had changed. The originally empty room turned into a bustling urban street, with people coming and going and cars and traffic. The buildings on both sides of the street were towering into the sky, and the neon lights were flashing colorful lights. The young man had disappeared!

This book is finished! !