――――Mizaki City. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is a large city in the prefecture and is famous for its unique landscapes.

The city is characterized by its very orderly distribution.

In the north and south of the city, there is a river that flows through the center of the city.

On the east side of the river is an urban commercial area with dense functions.

On the west side of the river is a residential area lined with mansions.

Connecting the two urban areas on the east and west sides is a spectacular iron bridge.

This iron bridge is called Osaki Bridge.

As for the name of the river, it is called Shinnamcheon.

In a residential area on the west side of the Shinangawa Misaki Bridge, there is an apartment in the corner next to the main road.

The apartment is a rental type, not too small or too large, similar to a dormitory, with a lot of rooms.

At this moment, the door to one of the rooms in this apartment was gently pushed open.

The person who came out of this room was none other than Fang Li.

"Is this the city of Mizaki?"

Fang Li got down from the apartment, came to the main road, raised his head, and looked in the direction of the Misaki Bridge, but because the sun was just at the other end of the bridge, he was hit by the dazzling sunlight, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly, and turned his head sideways.

Raising his hand, he stood in front of him, and Fang Li looked ahead while facing the dazzling sunlight.

It was the early hours of the morning.

After all, the sun is just east of Misaki City, so it can't be that it was going to go down, but it just rose.

The morning sun shines down from the sky, illuminating the entire Osaki Bridge and the Manamigawa River, making the river sparkle and look extremely dazzling.

From this alone, you can see that the city of Misaki is famous for its unique landscapes, and it is not for nothing.

"I'm sure I'm in the world of Burning-Eyed Xana, right?"

Fang Li muttered.

The reason why I have this feeling is not because the zero-hour fan who was worn by Fang Li in the form of a virtual weapon on the accessory column is flashing with a faint light.

It's like going back to your mother's body and coming to your hometown.

This feeling is directly transmitted to the holder, that is, Fang Li himself.

That's why Fang Li has such an impression.

With this feeling, Fang Li raised his steps and walked forward slowly.

The early morning in Misaki City is not very lively.

At least, in a residential area, there are only people coming out of the houses, and although the number of people is not small, it is not too noisy.

Some of these people are young women carrying bamboo baskets and bags, ready to go grocery shopping.

Some of these people are white-collar workers wearing suits and holding bags, ready to go to work.

Some of these people are residents who are leisurely, empty-handed, ready to go for a morning run.

Some of these people are students dressed in uniform, carrying school bags, and preparing to go to school.

All kinds of people are coming out or entering the surrounding houses, creating a landscape of people coming and going.

Walking on the main road, Fang Li's eyes were always fixed on the people around him, and his eyes flashed.

Perhaps, in the flow of people here, only Fang Li can see it, right?

I saw the flames that were burning.

It was a flame that didn't seem to carry any temperature, and took on a faint blue hue.

Some of the flames are very vigorous, and some are extremely faint, as if different candles have been lit, in the form of flowers, burning slowly.

It's just that the peculiarity of these flames is not in the color, but in the way they exist.

They're all located in people's bodies.

Not everyone has it.

However, in the flow of people who passed by Fang Li, a large number of people had such flames burning in their bodies.

And these people, some of them are very ordinary, and some of them are tired, listless, and walking on the road with blank eyes.

The former belong to those individuals whose flames are still very strong.

The latter belong to those whose internal flames are already extremely weak.

Looking at these flames, Fang Li whispered to himself.

"Is that the torch?"

Fang Li knows.

All of these people, who had flames burning in them, were dead.

Yes.

He's dead.

Because of the mutilation of beings from another world.

That's right.

Another world.

On the other side of this world, there is a different world.

It is a "bright red world" that exists in the "unreachable neighborhood" of the present world, the "red world".

Of course, ordinary humans can't get there, and no one gets there.

And in the Red World, there is life as well.

The beings who inhabit it are called "Red World Apostles", or "Apostles" for short.

It was a completely different life from humans.

The difference here is not about appearance, but about strength.

Unlike ordinary people, the Red World Apostles are a group of people with power.

After learning of the existence of this real world where human beings live, many "disciples" in the Red World want to act arbitrarily in this world for their own desires.

It's just that this world belongs to human beings.

It's like an apartment that's already full of people, and there's no room for the rest of the outsiders.

Therefore, the Red Apostles cannot exist naturally in this world.

In view of this, in order to exist in this world, the Red Apostles maintain their survival and strength by absorbing people's "existence".

Without "existence", the Red Apostle would not be able to manifest in this world, let alone use power.

This is where the so-called "power of existence" comes from, which means the power of existence itself, which sustains the energy of everything in the world.

By constantly devouring the power of human existence, the Red World Apostle turned human existence into soul fire and absorbed it, so as to stay in this world and do whatever he wanted.

And the people who are devoured will of course even the existence itself will be erased, in a way that no one will remember it, and will not leave a trace in any corner of the world, and completely disappear.

The so-called torch refers to the existence of the power of existence that has been swallowed up, leaving only a few residues, which are set up in the human world as a substitute.

Since the abrupt disappearance of the original life will cause contradictions in the world, and then distort them, affecting the balance between the present world and the red world, many beings who wish to maintain this balance and prevent the collapse of the present world and the red world will set up a torch to let them continue to exist in this world and alleviate this contradiction.

Of course, the torch is only a substitute, a little residue of the power of existence, like a flame, which will be extinguished sooner or later.

Therefore, these individuals who have soul fire burning in their bodies are all dead, and sooner or later they will disappear.

In other words, at this moment, all kinds of "deaths" are flooding Fang Li's surroundings.

Fang Li stopped.

A pair of eyes had long since been replaced by ice-blue magic eyes.

The world of "death" is imprinted into that pair of magic eyes.