I told you to plant peas, and you summon Mordekaiser?

Sinking... Sinking...

The lake water was icy cold, like piercing needles, enveloping the Clown King zombie's body and dragging him into an endless abyss.

He opened his eyes slightly, and the remaining light on the lake surface, like shattered glass, gradually receded, scattering into countless dim spots of light in his vision.

His consciousness grew heavy, and he tried to raise his hand, as if to grab something.

But as soon as he moved his finger, he felt the lake water seep into his bones like a living thing, pressing down on every muscle.

Unable to struggle, he could only let his body fall downwards like a heavy stone.

At least... that squash is dead...

Xiaolin... I've avenged you...

Now, I've come to find you.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, as if he were smiling, or perhaps mocking himself.

He remembered her face, vivid and clear, yet shattered like a bubble.

He tried hard to capture this last image, but the picture became increasingly blurry, as if it were being swallowed by the lake.

But what about your own hatred?

It was as if a demon was whispering in my ear.

He tried to concentrate on listening, but his ears were already filled with lake water.

He felt as if he had entered a silent world, where he could only hear the slow rumble of the flowing lake water.

The lake water seeped into his body, filling every blood vessel and gradually becoming a part of him.

His consciousness was being stripped away, like weathered rock.

He sank to a depth where the light was blocked.

Sinking...sinking...

It's like being dragged down by countless invisible chains.

He began to lose control of his thoughts, and vague ideas drifted aimlessly in the cold darkness.

He wondered, is this lake... really that deep?

As if there were no end, he sank into an endless descent.

So, what exactly lies beneath the lake?

This last question, like a sharp nail, was inexplicably hammered into his mind, making him want to ask, to know, and to see.

But his body had completely spiraled out of control, and even that last vestige of his will was beginning to be stripped away by the lake water.

Just as my vision was completely swallowed by darkness.

He saw it.

In the endless abyss at the bottom of the lake, he saw enormous, blood-red eyes.

Those eyes, in the boundless darkness, seemed like meteorites sunk to the bottom of a lake, silently watching him.

That gaze was utterly cold and devoid of any emotion, looking down at him as he slowly sank into the ethereal silence.

The surrounding lake water gradually condensed into a thick darkness. It was no longer an ordinary liquid, but a tangible entity that slowly seeped into every inch of his skin and every blood vessel, gradually invading his body.

He saw clearly what was at the bottom of the lake—an indescribably enormous creature, like a huge black shadow looming over the lakebed.

Giant aquatic plants swayed slowly in the water like tentacles.

Those blood-red pupils were embedded in the darkness, silently watching him, as if peering through his flesh into his soul.

A cold yet powerful sensation came from beneath the boundless, dark lake. The water plants seemed to possess life, coiling around his body like snakes and dragging him deeper into the darkness.

He felt himself being slowly pulled deeper into a place where even light could not reach, a realm of absolute darkness, the true dwelling place of this creature.

But what about your own hatred?

The voice came again, like the whisper of a demon.

This time, he heard the voice clearly, and his last remaining consciousness felt inexplicably irritated.

Familiar yet noisy.

Although the tone had changed, from the previous maniacality to a deep and resonant one, he could still tell that it was the Box's voice.

"I'm about to die, and you still won't shut up?" he cursed inwardly.

If his throat hadn't been filled with cold, sticky lake water, he would have definitely engaged in a fierce and unrestrained exchange of insults with that voice.

After all, this noisy voice had haunted him for most of his life, never giving him a few days of peace.

Thinking of this, he felt a little smug.

I am about to die, and you, you wretched box, can only sink deeper and deeper into the dark lake until you rust.

The deep voice echoed in my ears.

Get up, and then together we'll kill those guys.

But he could only say weakly in his heart, "I'm tired. I've long since become indifferent to life and death. Killing that bastard and helping Xiaolin get revenge has already fulfilled my life's wish. Now I just want to quietly await my fate at the bottom of the lake."

Although I hate that zombie monk, I'm currently entangled in these seaweeds and can't move at all.

So please let me go. We've spent most of our lives together, and I want my funeral to be quiet and undisturbed. Please grant me this small wish.

No, your revenge is not over yet.

Kill that damned zombie monk.

Kill those who brought you into this world and made you suffer this fate.

If it weren't for the selfish desires of humans in this world, you and Xiaolin would have lived a good life in another world.

They are all guilty.

They are all the murderers who killed your wife.

The voice carried a deep, seductive quality.

At this moment, his expression began to show signs of struggle.

It was as if some painful memory had come to mind.

He roared madly in his mind, "You think I don't know? Every guy in this world who condones the Ascension Plan is a murderer, but what can I do? Am I supposed to take revenge on the whole world?!"

This world doesn't always work out as you wish!

With so many people and so many zombies, I've already done my best to reach the eighth rank. But look at that monk zombie outside the lake. He's only been a zombie for a few years, and he can easily break through to the ninth rank. The gap between zombies is even greater than the gap between humans and zombies! If you can't beat them, you can only accept your fate!

He roared in his heart like a ferocious beast whose wounds had been exposed.

不 ...

You still have a chance to take revenge on the whole world...

The sound was deafening, like a dagger piercing his ears, evaporating the water in them.

He sensed that the voice was no longer as distant as before, but right in front of him.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the dark lake water. The dagger was hanging in front of him, sinking with him.

Your revenge is not over yet...

Grab your dagger... Together, we'll drag them all down with us.

He didn't know where the strength came from, but he struggled and twisted desperately, using all his strength, until he reached the dagger.

In that instant, the seabed boiled.

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