Just as the lightning tore through the sky!
Growls echoed across the world—deep, beastly sounds, like those of the extinct werewolves from his old world.
The growling lasted only a few seconds, yet it made his heart pound with a frightening pace.
He blinked several times, trying to steady himself, before moving forward.
What the hell is happening? Where am I? What is this world?
He looked up, studying the sky. Instead of stars, countless empty eyes stared back—cold and hollow. And among them was a single, massive eye glowing red, illuminating the world with its eerie red light, like a blood-colored sun.
Its pupil moved… alive, aware.
Maybe this was the eye through which the Dead Eye watched his world—his own domain.
'So this is the world of the Dead Eye? The place where he truly lives?'
Perhaps his guess was right… and wrong… at the same time.
His eyes widened, pupils shrinking as pain shot through them. His vision blurred, and his eyelids shut on their own—like how one can't stare directly at the sun. This was the same… but worse.
He squinted and rubbed his eyes with his palm. "Oh damn it…" he muttered under his breath.
When his vision cleared a little, he didn't dare to look again in the sky—not even the empty eyes.
But just to analyze his surroundings and his situation, he looked back. A towering tree stood just a few meters behind him, its branches full and heavy with rich fruit. Beyond it stretched a vast, endless world.
Then he turned his gaze forward—and froze. Far in the distance, a colossal crimson tower pierced the sky.
A strange chill washed through him, something he had never felt before.
'I should find a way out of here,' he decided firmly.
He started walking, each step heavier than the last, the unknown fear in his heart growing stronger with every move.
"If there's a way to enter this world, " he said as his lips curled and a smile formed on his face, "then there must be a way to leave it. That's the natural law of the universe… right?"
As he closed the distance between himself and the crimson tower, he summoned his sword.
A long blade in a black sheath materialized beside his torso, humming faintly with power.
In the Bunch of the Clothed Monkeys, there was a rule—a very important one: If you ever find yourself in an unknown place, and a strange feeling starts to grow in your heart—listen to it. Your heart is warning you that something isn't right, that danger might be near. Stay cautious. Stay aware of your surroundings, people, and everything else. And always remember the path you came from.
Keeping that in mind, he rested his hand on the hilt and moved forward carefully, each step measured and silent.
Soon, he reached the red, slender plants at the base of the tower.
They were terrifying—each one as thick as his body and far taller than any human. Their surfaces rippled faintly, as if alive.
He examined the tower closely. It was far larger, longer, and more mysterious than he had imagined.
What could possibly be inside this thing? he wondered.
He looked up, but his eyes couldn't find the peak—it vanished into the blood-red sky.
Lowering his gaze, he saw a massive entrance gate ahead, with wide stone stairs rising from the ground just a few meters beyond the reddish plants, leading straight to it.
'Maybe I can find a way back to the real world by entering it,' he thought, curiosity growing with every passing second.
He stepped back with his left leg, bent slightly, and tightened his grip around the sword's hilt.
Closing his eyes, he called upon nature—though he wasn't sure if it would respond here. Still, there was no harm in trying. He had done it before, even in the virtual world—the School's astral realm—and it had worked.
Nature had always obeyed him.
"Exert tremendous force with each sword swing," he ordered quietly.
He chose not to use wind to boost his speed or movement; it wasn't the right place for that. He didn't know when or from where danger might strike.
He took a deep breath, stepped forward with his right foot, and charged ahead—drawing his sword with tremendous force!
In an instant, a white-bladed sword with a rough black edge flashed out of its sheath!
It sliced through the reddish plant as easily as cutting butter. A powerful wave of force rippled ahead—but strangely, the other plants didn't move at all.
The cut plant dissolved into glowing red petals, drifting gently through the air.
He didn't notice as those petals began floating toward him—straight to his mouth. Lost in the moment, he frowned, eyes narrowing in confusion.
Then a thought crossed his mind, and a small smirk curved his lips.
Huh… so only a divine blade can cut them!
Just then, his gaze caught something—four petals, still glowing faintly.
Before he could react, two of them slipped into his eyes.
And then… the remaining two followed, vanishing inside them as well.
Just then, a sharp irritation burned in his eyes.
And in the next moment—pain.
A deep, unbearable pain that grew stronger with every passing second.
His mind screamed, tearing apart in pure agony.
He dropped to his knees, clutching his face.
"Arghhhhhh—grahhhhhhhhhh!" His voice echoed through the crimson field.
The pain refused to fade—it only worsened. His head part body twisted violently, as if his skull was about to snap apart.
"Ahaaaaaaaaaaa!" he screamed again, scratching at his head and face in desperate agony.
…
Each second stretched like an eternity—no, more eternal than eternity itself.
And then, finally… the pain began to fade.
His breathing slowed. The tremors in his hands stopped. He opened his eyes again.
They looked normal—calm, steady—as if nothing had ever happened.
But his vision… it had changed. Everything was sharper now. He could see every tiny detail of the tower ahead, every movement of the reddish plants, every line and shade with impossible precision—like the eyes of a hawk.
However, that clarity didn't stretch far. Beyond a certain distance, the sharpness blurred again.
And then—four panels appeared in front of him, floating in midair. His relic interface.
He blinked. He could even see the minute details within it—the texture, the faint pixels, the smallest glows.
[Morrveil's Fragmented Vision Sense Obtained]
[Morrveil's Fragmented Vision Sense Obtained]
[Morrveil's Fragmented Vision Sense Obtained]
[Morrveil's Fragmented Vision Sense Obtained]
His eyes widened as he read the construct.
'Morrveil Vision? But wait…'
Who the hell was Morrveil? The name was completely unfamiliar—just like Dead Eye had been at the beginning. None of these names existed in the original novel.
He felt a chill run through him. 'How many more unfamiliar things am I going to face here?'
His gaze turned to the rest of the uncut red plants. They swayed slightly, as if alive, waiting for him.
He frowned, hesitation flickering in his mind. 'Damn it… it's going to be painful again. But if I stop here, I might never get out. I have to move forward.'
Grinding his teeth, he pushed off the ground and lunged ahead with all his strength, the divine sword flashing white as it tore through the red plants—clean, effortless, like slicing through air.
He didn't stop, kept slashing the plants and moved forward.