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The blood-red sky enveloped everything, and the incessant whispering echoed in He Ao's ears.

The mountains and dense forests that had once been present had disappeared naturally, leaving only the endless blood-red of the entire world.

The grating and deranged mutterings continued to echo; they were like mad insects, hovering around He Ao's ears, trying to burrow into them, into his brain.

He Ao felt as though his body had fallen into an endless abyss, with the whispers tugging at him, trying to pull him into eternal madness.

And in that haziness, he vaguely sensed the presence of other people in this blood-red world.

His rate of descent grew faster and faster.

Until the moment he was about to reach the deepest part of the abyss, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Bright sunlight shone on He Ao's cheeks.

This was a room in a chain express hotel in the North District.