Three Ways to Survive in a Ruined World (Final Revision)

Han Sooyoung's despair (2)

Klein frowned and took a step forward, looking around the place.

Why was he suddenly in Sefirah Castle when he was supposed to be in the Nameless City? Were these two places actually the same location?

However, the scenario's contents remained the same, signaling that it wasn't an error.

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[Bounty Scenario – Find the Key]

Category: Bounty

Difficulty: SS

Clear Conditions: Find the Silver Key in the Nameless City.

Time Limit: None.

Compensation: ???

Failure: None.

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A Silver Key...

He looked around the vast expanse of fog.

But why would there be a key here?

Zhou Mingrui took out a cane and tried to divine the 'key''s location, but failed.

He was going to have to find it himself.

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An unknown amount of time later, Zhou Mingrui frowned.

He had already looked through Sefirah Castle several times.

Zhou Mingrui read the scenario's contents once again.

Maybe what he was searching for wasn't a literal key, but a metaphorical key?

Then what could be considered a key?

Now matter how he thought about it, he couldn't find the answer.

Not expecting anything, he went to the outskirts of the castle and questioned the Hounds of Fulgrim.

"By any chance, have you seen a key around here?"

The hounds stared at him for a while before heading toward the fog of history.

Helpless, Zhou Mingrui looked at them leave then sat down, thoughtful.

In the first place, why was this quest given to him?

The fact that the Nameless City was Sefirah Castle indicated that he may be the only one able to complete it in the first place.

Then, as the master of Sefirah Castle, how could he not be aware of the existence of a key?

Zhou Mingrui searched through his memories.

He recalled his ascension to a god, his promotion to godhood, when he became a Beyonder...

Gradually, he realized something.

His intuition was telling him that it was there. The answer should be in his memories.

However, which memories?

Zhou Mingrui reviewed his experience again and again but did not find it.

What was it?

As he did so, he felt more and more that something was wrong.

It was as if some memories that should be there weren't there and some things that had happened shouldn't have happened. However, there were no holes in his memory nor any obvious discrepancies.

As this indescribable feeling grew, he stood up and went in the direction the Hounds of Fulgrim had left.

Entering the fog of history, he thought he didn't have anything to lose by trying.