The Black Pharaoh only felt a cold probe piercing his brain. He felt no pain. He only felt a cold thing injected into his brain tissue, like an expanding foam, filling part of the brain tissue structure.

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The field of vision was blurred, and distortions and deformations appeared again. Various inscriptions about the resurrection technique, and magic patterns flashed together and danced in the field of vision.

As if it was just an illusion, this abnormality quickly disappeared, and there was an option of [Resurrection (Death)] on his skill panel.

He moved his body and felt a little top-heavy, but he didn't care.

I knelt devoutly in front of the statue of the God of Death and chose to log off.

In reality, his body was almost synchronized with the movements in the game. In a small, honeycomb-like cage, he knelt down in front of the statue of Kelemvor, the god of death, and murmured a prayer.

The oval underground space is like a well. The red seven-story building is surrounded by zombie-like crowds. A large number of plants are growing strangely. They have spread everywhere, but all the branches and leaves avoid the glass of the cage facing the outside.

wall.

In the honeycomb-like cells, thousands of players were either lying on the bed, their souls going to another world, or like Philip, kneeling in front of the statues of gods and praying devoutly.

The murmured prayers were like the most mysterious murmurs, amplified by the 'well'-like structure, forming a strange, invisible wind that enveloped the entire base in a special ideological force field.

It's time to eat.

I just don’t know if it’s breakfast or dinner.

The artificial intelligence control center began to distribute food. Boxes of steaming food and drinks were delivered from the railway tracks that ran through each cell, and some untouched and already cool food boxes were taken away.

"Hello, I'm Catherine!"

The projection of the three-color beam landed at the bottom of the oval structure, and was changed by the 'wind'. The little girl who was given life by the 'wind' began to persuade in vain day after day.

"Please stop all this. You are undergoing fundamental mutations. You have brought very dangerous things back to the earth, which will endanger your lives and the environment that humans rely on for survival."

The mechanical advice broadcast was repeated for half an hour, but no one paid attention to her. The prisoners were already doing their own things.
Chapter completed!