The strongest devouring system in the Three Kingdoms

This feeling appeared so suddenly, yet so intensely, as if a voice inside him was telling him to open his eyes.

Chen Er felt a dizzy, indescribable sensation spreading through his mind.

If I had to describe it, the feeling was like taking sleeping pills or being hypnotized, my consciousness became hazy, and I wanted to do things according to my inner instincts.

This longing was so intense that Chen Er's originally firm willpower seemed to vanish instantly in the face of it. He was about to open his eyes when, at that moment, a sharp, cacophony of sounds suddenly reached his ears.

The sound jolted him awake instantly, dispelling all the drowsiness in his mind. Then, a wave of icy coldness washed over him, making Chen Er's heart pound wildly.

He had clearly heard that voice again! That voice that he had dismissed as an illusion, a voice that sounded like a ghost mocking him, or like a child teasing him!

His hand unconsciously gripped the dagger at his waist. The cold touch gave him a sense of security.

He shook his head, trying to shake off the negative emotions. At this moment, he could only treat that sound as an illusion.

Yes, it must be an illusion. Otherwise, why was the sound so delicate last time, and so noisy and shrill this time? It's like countless sounds overlapping.

This is the Warrior's Tower, and I'm participating in a trial. The girl in white robes holds a high position and great power within the Warrior's Tower. She says that as long as I don't open my eyes, nothing will happen. After all, this is the Warrior's Tower, so it's understandable that some strange things might occur. As long as I hold on, everything will be fine.

Chen Er kept repeating these words in his mind. It wasn't that just because he was a mercenary and had received special training, his mental fortitude was so strong that he could ignore external interference. That was impossible. Chen Er's mental fortitude was stronger than the average person's, but it was definitely not to the point of being "unresponsive."

He was constantly using words to suggest to himself, trying to convince his inner self that he was safe there. In other words, Chen Er was hypnotizing himself. Comparatively speaking, self-hypnosis is such a difficult thing.

Despite repeating those words a thousand times, ten thousand times in Chen Er's mind, that voice appeared once again.

Almost the instant he heard that sound, Chen Er felt as if his mind had been stirred with a spoon, an overwhelming wave of nausea washing over him. Deep within him, long-buried negative memories erupted completely in that instant.

Chen Er roared and collapsed onto the cobblestone path. Fine beads of sweat streamed down his forehead.

That sound only appeared for a moment, but it shattered all of Chen Er's defenses. Chen Er gasped for breath, as if he had just survived an unimaginable life-or-death struggle.

He touched his nose, and the familiar, thick, salty, and fishy sensation told him that blood was flowing from his nose.

He gently wiped his nose with his clothes, and then, unconsciously, he flicked the hem of his clothes.

That one sound stunned him completely. He heard a slight collision.

Chen Er's nerves tensed instantly! Then, he drew his dagger directly!

Cold sweat poured down my face!

Shouldn't this place be nothingness? Why are there other "matter" here? Could it be that this place isn't what I saw before?

He recalled that eerie scream that had almost instantly shattered him, drawing out all his negative emotions…

In the darkness, he estimated the distance, and then, holding the dagger in his hand, he tried to touch the spot where the hem of his clothes had touched before.

He was incredibly nervous. A moment later, the dagger touched that "thing".

Chen Er felt that it was a hard, solid thing, probably not a living creature, and wanted to touch it with his hand.

The thought appeared in his mind almost instantly, transforming into an extremely strong desire. All reason vanished in an instant; like a puppet being manipulated, he reached out a hand and gently stroked that thing.

What he touched was a cold, rough texture, like touching a stone. But Chen Er knew very well that what he was touching was not a stone.

It was a piece of metal.

The initial fervor gradually faded, and reason returned to Chen Er's mind.

He froze for a moment, and after realizing how dangerous his actions had been, his heart pounded wildly. Strangely enough, he couldn't explain why he had done it. It was as if, in that instant, a voice inside him had told him to do it, and he had simply done it.

Chen Er couldn't understand why this was happening. Fortunately, nothing terrible had occurred. At the same time, a strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

Perhaps I should take this with me?

The thought came on so strangely that Chen Er was startled. However, the desire was so strong that, without realizing it, Chen Er forcefully grabbed the thing completely into his hand.

Just as Chen Er had predicted, the object was not large. Because he couldn't open his eyes, Chen Er had no way of knowing what he was holding.

Chen Er knew very well that what he was doing was actually very dangerous, after all, he had no idea what he was holding, but for some reason, after taking that thing in his hand, his mind became clear.

The feeling was like finding something long lost. What puzzled Chen Er even more was that, for some reason, holding this thing in his hand brought him a sense of peace.

It's like walking in the dark for a long time and suddenly seeing the light!

At the same time, an overwhelming emotion suddenly welled up in his heart. In a daze, a person seemed to appear in his mind.

That man stood atop a mountain of corpses, facing an endless and terrifying army. The wind blew, ruffling his hair, and Chen Er saw his face.

He knew that face all too well. Because it was his own face.

Chen Er thought for a moment, wanting to throw the thing away, but was ultimately stopped by a strange emotion.