"Pain, pain, it hurts so much!" Although the weapon is wrapped, it doesn't benefit the transportation.

“What’s going on?” Mo Yu rubbed his head, opened his eyes, and looked around.

His gaze was filled with suspicion. In front of him was a table covered with many newspapers and strange items. Some resembled herbs, while others looked like dry branches of various colors.

More importantly, he realized that he had never seen this table before.

Mo Yu remembered that he had been in a dark room with a candle, performing a ritual - the 'Xuán Mù Ritual.'

Just as he thought of the ritual, he lost consciousness and fell to the wooden floor.

Deep in the dark universe, though there was no light surrounding him, a young, naked boy could be seen lying in the void.

Mo Yu got up, the pain still lingering but gradually subsiding.

He opened his dark, glossy eyes and looked around, feeling a sense of dread.

He quickly stood up and began to look left and right.

'Where am I?' he thought, still not understanding why he had fallen into this predicament.

“Perhaps it's the Xuán Mù Ritual,” he mused, starting to remember the details.

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As a graduate researcher, he had stumbled upon an ancient leather parchment in the forest he was studying. The parchment detailed a ritual that could bring eternal knowledge and luck.

He had some faith in it because the forest he entered was a lifeless place, yet it exhibited strange phenomena. A group of people had ventured into that forest and disappeared without a trace.

The Xuán Mù Ritual was not difficult to perform. It required the blood of a child, a sample from any creature, the skull of a crow, and a goat. Finally, 100ml of blood from the performer. A magic circle was drawn, and the ritual was completed.

Though he wasn’t sure if it would succeed, it seemed he had been transported to another place.

Looking into the pitch-black space, Mo Yu frowned.

Where was this, and what secrets were hidden behind that ritual?

He had pondered the answer for a long time. Although he had waited for a long time, nothing had happened in this dark void.

Then he thought of something. 'If nothing is happening, perhaps I should try something.'

Indeed, he decided to attempt to use his mental abilities. He sat down, crossed his legs, and began to calm his mind.

He wrote down his thoughts and envisioned an exit, a door created from nothingness, with light shining to dispel the darkness.

Doing this, Mo Yu opened his eyes but felt a bit disappointed that nothing had changed.

As he was about to give up and wait for death, glowing bubbles began to rise in the dark space.

They floated gently in the air. Before he could take a closer look, Mo Yu was suddenly pulled toward the brilliant light.

His consciousness began to drift into a dream, but he quickly regained his composure and slowly opened his eyes.

However, before looking around, he felt the pain in his head again.

After a moment, he couldn’t help but laugh and shout, "I’ve crossed over, I’ve crossed over!" He repeated these words several times before calming down.

He realized he had been influenced by those glowing bubbles.

In fact, they were memories of others, and he knew these memories belonged to an underground organization.

Though there were only a few fragments, he still gathered some important information. The organization was named Noctis, 16 years old, and known by the nickname "The Madman."

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