Chapter 4 Sudden Calamity

  I was tired from running and went back to my room to sleep. Larell was placed under my care on the floor below me, I live in the 13th floor of Xiqu District Residential Building, Nie Zun lives next door to me.

  People who stay here for a long time often forget that they are just virtual souls and live like normal people. The overall size is about the same as a small city, divided into four areas: East District, West District, South District, and North District.

  Right north is the North District, where the blond-haired man lives. The North District has a district heart, which is the large hall I first arrived at when I came here. The blond-haired man lives there and serves as the leader of the 13th forbidden area, overseeing all the big and small matters here.

  And each district has only one residential building, 30 floors high, with every room the same size, just enough for one person to live in, and the length of the building extends infinitely, covering the entire area. The people living here, except for the blond man, regardless of their social status, all live in rooms of the same size.

  But life is even simpler.

  Each district has its own jurisdiction system. Each district, in addition to a continuous row of residential buildings, also has one school and one general merchandise building.

  Each district has only these three buildings.

  Because life here is mostly dull, one can freely choose to go to school to study or teach. Some people have been studying here for many years and have learned a lot of knowledge, hoping that one day they will encounter a god and return to the real world, at which point the knowledge they've gained will be useful and not wasted.

  I actually think their worries are unnecessary, because the time conversion here is different from the real world. I don't know how to convert it specifically, but people who come here, I've never seen anyone die of old age, so I think the time conversion here must be much lower than in the real world, so we almost can't wait for our physical bodies to die in the real world.

  Here, it's almost eternal.

  People who stay here can not only go to school, but also go to the supermarket to buy and sell things. In fact, buying and selling are free because there is no circulating currency here. If you need something, as long as someone looks at you kindly, you can ask them directly for it. Or help him with a favor in exchange for what you want.

  The source of goods for the convenience store is provided by the blond-haired man. When someone wants to go to the convenience store building to receive a piece of business, they can report to the district owner in their area, which is our four roles, and then we will uniformly apply to the leader, and if the blond-haired man agrees, he will deliver the goods to him.

  Although we are spiritual and conscious beings, we cannot create something out of thin air for use.

  Most people who go shopping are just fond of certain items or purely because they are bored.

  Here, each district has its own rules, you can't just kill people, and you won't die yourself, so loneliness becomes the biggest enemy.

  Imagine when you really have unlimited time to do something, maybe you don't know what to do at all. Everything is the same, and when everything becomes forever available, value does not exist. Time is also like this.

  But when I woke up on the second day, the chaotic footsteps and screams that echoed through the floor broke the tranquility of the west wing.

  I quickly turned over and picked up the bow and arrow, opening the door of the house.

  As I opened the door, I happened to see Nie Zun from next door also coming out. His black hair was a bit messy, and his extremely charming black eyes were scanning around randomly.

  As I followed his gaze, I saw many people in the corridor running downstairs.

  Several people came forward and said to me in unison: "District head, 12th floor, 12th floor, something's happened!"

  Watching them, none of whom could utter a complete sentence, I irritably waved my hand and slung the bow and arrow over my shoulder, dashing downstairs with Nie Zun closely following behind. For more and faster chapters, please go to.

  By the time we reached the 12th floor, the corridor was packed and impassable.

  Most people living in the western district still have a normal human form, I try to squeeze inside. Seeing me coming, many people start to make way.

  When I pushed through the crowd and finally squeezed in front of the house they were surrounding, I was completely stunned on the spot.

  A chill ran from the soles of his feet all the way up to his skull.

  The door of the room is open. The furnishings in the house are all the same as here.

  Different from others, in the center of the room stood a slender steel needle upright.

  The steel needle is very long, extending from the floor to the ceiling.

  A needle on top of which is threaded a first-time update

  It's Sarah.

  Laurel's small body was pierced by steel needles from the lower part of her body to the top of her head, which were stuck in the ceiling.

  Larrel was covered in blood, and there were bloodstains all over the house.

  Because Laruelle's head was also pierced by needles, it became unrecognizable, and on the faintly visible neck that came out, a butterfly pattern crack that had once emitted a faint glow had lost its luster, as a key was inserted into it.

  That is to say, someone abused her to this extent and then killed her with a fractured key at the same time, so she would die in such a miserable state.

  The bloodstains all over the house were probably from the murderer's subsequent explosion, which made it impossible to identify the fragmented remains of the body.

  It's been a long time since someone died in such a tragic and bloody way under my jurisdiction.

  My eyes can't move, staring motionlessly at the miserable scene in front of me. Laruelle's golden hair is no longer bright and soft, mixed with blood stains, sticking to her wide-eyed dead head.

  I felt an unprecedented anger.

  This is Xiqu, a district that has always opposed killing. Who would have thought of doing such an outrageous thing? Or was it instructed by someone?

  Despite being cruel it is actually the only fun in the forbidden zone.

  Because everyone here is too lonely, this world became extremely cruel shortly after I arrived.

  The physical strength we use here is maintained by our thoughts, that is to say, the power of thought can be transformed into the strength we want.

  For example, if you have 20 points of mental power and it takes 10 points to maintain a superhuman appearance, then you are left with 10 points. And when you want to jump like Superman and jump high at 5-6 meters, assuming that jumping 5 meters requires 2 points of mental power, then when you jump up, you will use up 2 points of mental power. When you fall back down to the ground, your mental power will recover.

  Fighting with people, fighting is also like this. One's own strength relies entirely on quantifiable mental power to transform.

  So here, people's actual strength is not determined by their appearance, but by the willpower and mental strength they had when they were alive.

  But the people here can live normally and eat. However, you can also do nothing because everything is spiritual, you can think whatever you want, don't think whatever you don't want to, every day lying in bed won't die either.

  But the pain will remain.

  So every day there are too many lonely people who use this point to hurt others in order to fulfill their own pleasure.

  This is a world where the strong prey on the weak. First time update

  Far more cruel than the real world.

  The only thing we can't do is that we can't rely on our thoughts to create something out of thin air. Our thoughts can only be transformed into our own strength.

  So things can only be exchanged in the supermarket building. The things that are exchanged are also provided by the blond man to those operators.

  My bow and arrow also came from a bow and arrow shop.

  It's because this world is too cruel that it was divided into four regions, each governed by people with high mental strength.

  Apart from the blond man's North District being different, most of the people living there are mysterious ones left behind by him. The remaining three districts each have their own characteristics.

  The South District is under the jurisdiction of a man named Slo, I have been here for over a year but still haven't seen him. The people living in the South District are generally those with spiritual power below 20, a very vulnerable group. Therefore, there are few killings and no disputes in the South District, because they are basically weak groups.

  But it is said that Shiro, apart from the Blonde-haired boy, is the most capable person in the Fractured Zone. His psychic power value is 77.

  Here, 77's psychic powers are no longer rare, but the only one.

  So, although his region was all weak groups, people from other regions did not dare to invade at will. And his southern district, also known as the paradise of the forbidden crack, was forever peaceful and quiet, with simple and peaceful lives for its people.

  Compared with Nanshan District, Dongqu's jurisdiction is full of bloody killings and violent robberies.

  The eastern district is filled with people whose psychic powers are generally higher than normal. Basically, anyone you pick out at random has psychic powers of 30 or more but less than 40.

  Normal people have a spiritual power of 10 to 20, but in the Eastern District, there are almost all high-energy people.

  So the East District is an area where the weak cannot survive at all. First time update

  And then there's that eerie woman who always wears a school uniform, her control is completely different from ours, she allows all kinds of violence to exist.

  The only remaining western district under my jurisdiction is the most mediocre region.

  I am that drink which is half consumed and can't be drunk anymore, a bottle not full, half a bottle swaying back and forth.

  Because I have no idea why blond guy insisted on me becoming West District Governor half a year ago, my mental power is only 52.

  Although it is also a very high and rare number, it can't be compared with Jia Si and Sai Luo.

  His mental strength value is 69, second only to Suro's in the forbidden area. And I, on the other hand, have only 52.

  Ning Zun arrived almost at the same time as I did. On that day when the blond man saw me in the District Heart Hall, he had just arrived, only more than an hour before me. His mental power was already quite strong, with 67 points, much higher than mine. He is a well-known existence in the Crack of Forbidden Zone, but he rarely uses his mental power to do anything and doesn't seem to be good at fighting either. So the blond man didn't give him any duties. I can understand this point.

  Even Yukie has a psychic power value of 51, second only to mine.

  Although there are few people with high energy, Nie Zun at 67 is an exception. However, there are many people with around 60 points of Nen, and I really don't understand why I was chosen to be the leader of the Western District.

  So I've always seemed relatively leisurely. I basically don't care about the major or minor matters of the Western District, and all trivial matters are handled by You Ji.

  You Ji established a set of rules for the Western District, and under her management, although it was not as stable as the Southern District, it could be considered peaceful.

  Most people who come to Xiqi are like me, half-hearted and muddle along.

  There is also a lot of violence here, and I basically turn a blind eye, all of which are taken care of by You Qi.

  Because we can't just ask anyone to show us their cracks, nor can we rely solely on brute force to suppress others in search of the divine crack, this is not allowed by the blond man.

  That's why there is a district master and rules for each district, in order to standardize everyone.

  But I'm a complete waste, after being the district master for half a year, I still don't understand the rules of the Western District, and everything is handed over to Yu Ji or Nie Zun.

  But now, before my eyes, a young girl in her flower season waiting to go home died miserably, I felt that I couldn't continue to muddle along aimlessly.

  Perhaps it was because of my abandonment and indifference towards life that led to Laruelle's tragedy.

  Sometimes we think that being weak and small doesn't matter, as long as we're not bullied, we can live forever in a state of weakness. But one day we'll discover that being weak isn't just about us alone, because our weakness will also affect the people around us who care about us.

  It is precisely because of your weakness that you cannot protect those who are important to you.

  No one wants to force themselves to be strong, but there are always people you want to protect, so you can only force yourself to become stronger.

  Whether you're weak or strong, it's not just your own business.

  I gazed at Larell's tiny, lifeless body and clenched the hand holding the bow and arrow. The long fingernails on my hand pierced into my skin, and as fresh blood flowed from my fingertips, my skin began to heal rapidly.