Published: March 2, 2025
In the midst of the swirling Purple Mist, Wen Yu stood alone.
Indeed, Wen Yu's perspective was fundamentally different from what Bai saw— the truth was that Wen Yu had been silently and quietly enveloped by the Purple Mist, falling into a deep dream, but he had no awareness of this at all.
He merely gazed back, seemingly unsure whether it was the strangeness of this place that obscured the space rift behind him, or if Bai had played a trick, secretly closing the exit.
His doubts did not last long.
As the Purple Mist surged once more, the scenery around Wen Yu underwent a complete transformation.
The dense fog began to dissipate, and the surrounding sights grew clearer. Suddenly, a voice reached Wen Yu's ears.
“Yu! Yu!”
The voice was steady, carrying a hint of authority. From the tone alone, Wen Yu concluded that the speaker was likely an official—yes, a minor official, akin to a battalion commander.
Moreover, from the direction of the voice, Wen Yu could tell that the two “Yu”s were directed at him.
So, Wen Yu simply turned around to look at the source of the voice.
A man, approximately 2.5 meters tall, with pure white skin and a well-proportioned physique that conformed to the aesthetic of the earth human race, was rushing toward him.
As the two drew closer, a sudden message echoed in Wen Yu’s mind.
“Yun, a cadre of the Thousand Jade Force of the Mossley Great World's third legion, serving as the battalion commander of the 85th Battalion of the 3780th Brigade of the 52nd Division of the eighth army, is your direct superior!”
The information came abruptly, akin to a skill introduction under a professional system. Wen Yu narrowed his eyes, but his expression remained unchanged. He quickly saluted Yun and called out loudly.
“Greetings, Commander!”
Not only did the previous message contain basic information about Yun, but it also included military etiquette, knowledge of ranks, and even the worldview of this realm.
The time was the year 15621 of the apocalypse calendar of the Mossley Great World!
The level restraint had completely disintegrated, and Yu had reached the peak level 10 in this world. However, despite sharing the same pronunciation, the “Yu” that Wen Yu represented was completely unrelated—he had thought he was playing the role of a fate beast’s former master, yet it turned out he was merely an inconspicuous cannon fodder...
During the time Yun was approaching, Wen Yu also surveyed his surroundings.
The location was undoubtedly within a military camp. The surrounding architecture was quite ornate, yet practical—seemingly, the people of the Mossley Great World had a certain artistic flair.
“Yu! A directive has come from above, this is the mission…”
Yun reached Wen Yu's side, speaking as he handed him a note. Wen Yu glanced down but suddenly sensed a dangerous aura descending from above.
Wen Yu looked up abruptly, only to see a giant hand blotting out the sun, crashing down onto the military camp!
With a deafening boom, the entire military camp was instantly flattened...
...
Dazed, it felt like a fleeting dream from spring and autumn.
When Wen Yu awakened again, he was still standing in the same military camp.
The memories of his recent violent demise were fresh. Looking around at the familiar sights, Wen Yu narrowed his eyes and immediately checked his own body.
Standing over 2.4 meters tall, adorned in splendid blue battle armor, yet his original strength had completely vanished, leaving only the power of peak level 10—this was indeed the strength of “Yu” himself.
This was also the fundamental reason why Wen Yu had just been killed with a single slap.
“This is... quite interesting…”
If Wen Yu still didn’t understand that he had fallen under the fate beast’s influence by now, then he had truly wasted many years.
The spiritual power in his mind quickly surged outward. In a haze, it seemed as though Wen Yu had established some inexplicable connection with his original self—perhaps in just a few minutes, he could break free from the cage the fate beast had set for him.