"Crazy", "Crazy", "Twisted"...

Seber had no way to remember anything again. In a trance, there seemed to be countless malice, burying himself deeply and never having the possibility of coming out again.

All the world images in front of them were replaced with another crazy and weird chaotic world.

Under his feet, countless gloomy and damp stone slabs seemed to be condensed by the squirming pure "malice". Every step he walked, there seemed to be countless wet tentacles, constantly dragging his body.

The sounds that can be heard or cannot be heard in the ears become distorted and weird disgusting flutes and shock drums.

All the things that are full of decay and stench are rotten and stench.

This is a city, or it is a city completely shrouded in chaos and darkness.

In Seber's eyes, his place was just a slight corner of the city, with no stairs for people to climb, twisted buildings, and disordered dimensional lines, hiding sinister malice and anxious absurdity.

The so-called "space and time", the so-called "roots", and the so-called "concept", are all so distorted and crazy in this city.

In the countless time, dimensions, voids, or worlds covered by this city, they are extracted into reality by them, and then completely degenerate into a distorted object that cannot be clarified at all!

"Where is this..." In the dark, Seber himself seemed to have asked such a question in a daze.

But in a blink of an eye, no one needed to tell the answer. Invisibly, he recalled the name of this magnificent and fallen city in his mind.

"Oh oh oh... no! My God... how is this possible! The world shouldn't be like this... This is a dream! I must wake up..."

The town of Fosala is in the early morning, at noon, at night, or at noon, or at all an unknown fragment of the time message point.

Suddenly, Seber Jonnier's hideous and crazy twist sounded in a blurry and hazy corner.

The sound is like a real thing, like a illusion, like a illusion, like a madman. It may be in the real world, maybe in the illusion world, or more likely in some unknown dimension that such a voice is heard!

Maybe only he himself knew such a voice from beginning to end.

"Seber, Seber, wake up... Have you had a nightmare again? Don't scare me."

Suddenly, Seber seemed to be impacted by the outside world. After hearing the anxious voices from the outside world, he suddenly opened his eyes wide and woke up. He narrowed his eyes slightly but found that his mother's love was patting his face with concern. "Seber, what nightmare did you have? It's hard to see this level of expression!"

"Nothing! It's just a nightmare... a nightmare."

The moment Seber woke up, everything in his dream had been forgotten, but the "feeling after a nightmare" immersed every cell in his body in a feeling of surviving the disaster.

He answered his mother with lingering fear, and his heartbeat was still beating rapidly until the moment he woke up.

He is just an ordinary person without any extraordinary power. The "Three Spirits and Holy Light Meditation Method" practiced by his father and mother has always been fishing for three days and drying the net for two days, and there is no accurate certainty at all.

Anyway, in his mind, as long as he can survive his adulthood, whether he purchases the "x gene" and uses the power of the "infinite world" to implant it or directly uses the "infinite system" to exchange for his ability, he will be far beyond his own practice.

No matter how powerful the power of your own cultivation is, how can you compare to the direct influence of the "Infinite World"?

With a sound of biu, you can reach the power that others cannot achieve even after practicing for decades. This way of obtaining power is simply too easy.

This is a perfect way for Seber, who has always advocated "happy education and people-oriented".

As for the god coins at the beginning, hehehe, of course, I directly chose the "loan" method that best suits the national conditions of the United States of America.

Of course, if you insist on "buying usury", "credit cards" and so on.

Anyway, everyone directly "loans" a large amount of money from the general bank of the United States of America and then spends a lifetime repaying it.

Their Seber family paid off the loan every day, and it was not a small amount for him, and the family prepared early.

So in a blink of an eye, he threw away all the strange, twisted, and wet feelings in his dream behind his head, ready to welcome a new day.

After all, it was just a nightmare that he couldn't remember, and it wouldn't make him have too many associations.

But for some reason, in the corner of Cyber's eyes, he could find his mother's stiffness that was difficult to reveal. His father, who was still reading quietly on the breakfast table, also smiled and nodded, nodding, and then nodding, like... a puppet controlled by someone.

"Well... maybe I'm thinking too much." Seber laughed at himself with a funny look, put on his clothes casually, and walked on the north and south streets that he was very familiar with Fosara town.

"Well, I must be thinking too much." Looking at the town that was exactly the same as usual, there was no mistake at all.

The content about the Infinite Academy Championships is still on the big screen, and the same picture is the same as yesterday. My friends are just playing with me, but they don’t say anything about the gifts of the “Aztec” gods.

Even everything I saw yesterday was reappeared in front of me, without any abnormality.

For some reason, Seber sighed leisurely from the bottom of his heart: "Safe... This world has always been safe. Haha, everything is just that I have thought too much... This world is so real."

Seber raised his head inexplicably and looked at the sky very calmly. Above his head, there seemed to be an inexplicable, indescribable, and a chaotic body that was indescribable, indescribable, indescribable, indescribable, indescribable and indescribable squirming.

The invisible shadows, twisted light, and the chaotic wriggling seemed to envelop everything, only the occasional whisper of crazy dreams came to my ears, as if it was integrated with the entire world.

They have long become the most normal "phenomenon" in the world itself, like the most ordinary sunshine, and are not worthy of surprise to anyone.

In a trance, the wriggling and unqualified chaos seemed to be opening its "mouth".

Amid the countless sharp whispers like countless people, like songs, like chants, or like sacrificial rituals.

The entire town of Fosala is like an inconspicuous dust, and in the faint smiles of everyone in the town, they are put into that "mouth".
Chapter completed!