Chapter 333

Tokyo, Japan, Arakawa Ward, apartment.

Kamikawa Mitsu sat in the room and took out the remaining five Spirit-Demon Step Two bodies, along with the Spirit-Demon Step Three ones.

Just now, upon returning from throwing out the trash, the script points reward from the River of Years script had been credited.

Before Kamikawa Mitsu could marvel at having gained tens of millions of script points, he knew this script had been witnessed by over a dozen other worlds—the amount earned was astonishingly huge.

Yet the system's cold notification tone sounded again.

Ding! Congratulations, host, you have completed ten self-initiated simulation scripts; a new function has been unlocked.

The system's notification echoed in his mind; Kamikawa Mitsu froze in surprise, then joy surged within him.

New function! This is great!

Hastily, Kamikawa Mitsu tossed the trash into the bin and flew straight back to the apartment to check the system's new function.

After investigating, he found the system's new function.

Previously, only when the system triggered a script task and set the script's characters would it offer character exchange.

As for characters set in self-initiated small scripts, they could not be exchanged.

But now.

Characters set in self-initiated small scripts can now be exchanged.

"I currently have tens of millions of script points—enough to exchange for characters. What I lack is deciding which characters to exchange. Previously, I struggled because for system-triggered scripts, I couldn't arbitrarily design characters to complete the assigned tasks."

"Now that self-initiated small scripts allow character exchange, I can design specific characters to exchange, enhancing my strength and combat power."

Kamikawa Mitsu murmured, thoroughly satisfied with this new system function.

At the same time, he wondered about the conditions for unlocking new system functions—it seemed they weren't based on system ratings.

"Last time, it was achieving an A+ script rating that unlocked the self-initiated small script function. This time, completing ten self-initiated small scripts unlocked a new function. It seems unlocking new functions works like completing achievements in a game—fulfill specific achievements to unlock new features."

The system's new functions are hidden, not tied to fixed conditions.

On the contrary, the conditions are varied.

"Next time, I'll try exchanging ten characters at once and see if that unlocks a new function."

Kamikawa Mitsu was eager to try.

This process of fumbling for hidden conditions to unlock new functions gave him the feeling of returning to his past life, triggering hidden achievements in online games.

But those thoughts could wait.

The urgent matter was investigating the contents of the mysterious mist.

Though he had gained tens of millions of script points—enough to exchange for world information within the mysterious mist—he had no intention of doing so.

Simply put, he hated spending script points.

Exchanging for world information within the mysterious mist required twenty million script points.

Twenty million? Who could bear that?

With twenty million, wouldn't it be better to exchange for characters? To fight against other worlds? To save for emergencies?

Therefore, Kamikawa Mitsu refused to spend twenty million script points to obtain the mysterious mist's world information—after all, information didn't have to come from the system; he could investigate it himself. He had all the time in the world.

"System, consume script points to revive these six Spirit-Demon corpses… implant some memories into them…"

Having once created the Twenty-Eight Mansions by merely reviving Spirit-Demon corpses, Kamikawa Mitsu quickly completed the task.

Instantly.

The six Spirit-Demon corpses before him revived.

"Master."

The six Spirit-Demons opened their eyes and immediately knelt on one knee upon seeing Kamikawa Mitsu.

They retained their memories from life, along with the memories Kamikawa Mitsu had implanted.

"No need for nonsense—you all know why I called you here. Go quickly."

"Yes."

…

Pacific Ocean, mysterious mist.

The six Spirit-Demons appeared before the mysterious mist; after this period of spread, the mist had expanded to fifty kilometers wide.

The only silver lining was that while the mist continued expanding and its diffusion speed increased, it eventually plateaued after reaching a certain rate.

They exchanged glances; the lead Spirit-Demon, Step Three, spoke:

"Stay close to me."

With that, he led the other Spirit-Demons into the mysterious mist.

Meanwhile.

Kamikawa Mitsu sat at home in his apartment, watching a TV drama while observing the six Spirit-Demons' movements.

Through their eyes, he finally saw the world within the mysterious mist.

Looking out:

A vast river, as if dividing heaven and earth, stretched across this boundless expanse.

The Dahe surged violently, churning massive waves, its waters floating countless corpses and serpents.

Each towering wave crashed like an ocean striking the heavens, as if Shanhe were reversing, sweeping up tens of thousands of skeletal remains from the river.

The six Spirit-Demons turned pale with horror.

Gazing at this blood-yellow river, they felt their souls trembling, as if about to tear free from their bodies and be drawn into the river, as if yearning to return to their origin—a deadly attraction.

Amid the roaring waves, countless corpses rose from the water, each opening empty eye sockets to roar toward the world beyond the river.

It was horrifying!

As Spirit-Demons, they could sense and see—every corpse within the blood-yellow river had been at least a Spirit-Demon level in life: ten, a hundred thousand, ten thousand…

Among them, those stronger than them were everywhere.

A chill ran down the spine.

What on earth happened here? So many had died.

Waves churned, a stench of blood rushing to the face; one could not help but suspect whether the waters of this long river were condensed from the blood of the gods and demons that had died within it.

If that were truly so, just how many gods and demons would have had to die to form such a vast long river.

"What the hell kind of place is this."

One of the six gods and demons spoke, a look of fright in his eyes.

As a god of the Second Step, in One's own world he was someone with face and standing no matter what he said; what great storm had he not seen? Yet this was still the first time he had witnessed such a terrifying scene.

"Don't go near the river. The young lord said this river can kill even gods and demons."

The Third Step god-demon Aleigu reminded them, shifting his steps back one pace, not daring to get too close to the blood-yellow long river, his gaze full of wariness.

Then they first looked around.

Just as the Void Lord had told Likui, looking out across this place one could see not a trace of human habitation; the four wilds were utterly devoid of human presence, dead and utterly still.

The entire stretch of heaven and earth pressed an extreme oppression upon a person, the heart heavy and leaden.

They did not choose to split up; in such a bizarre and dangerous place, splitting up was no different from heading straight to one's own grave.

"Let's go check the left side first."

Aleigu spoke up and flew toward the left-hand direction; the remaining gods and demons hurriedly followed close behind.

This bizarre stretch of heaven and earth was vast; Aleigu and the others flew for half a day and still could not see the end.

The scenery was almost unchanging.

A barren and somewhat pitch-black wasteland, the surging blood-yellow long river, an oppressive yellowish sky overhead—these made up the scenery Aleigu and the others had seen all the way here.

Tedious, oppressive, eerie, mysterious, heavy… these were the most direct sensations Aleigu and the others had of this stretch of heaven and earth.

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