Human Brain Farm

"Ah!"

Baron Vein screamed miserably, being besieged.

"Take it all, take it all... don't chase me!"

Baron Vein knew he couldn't hold all the treasures alone, so he tossed out six Dharma Artifacts for the world to scramble over, while escaping with one.

And three months later, people learned the names of each Nail-Head Seven Arrows; as the source Dharma Artifacts of the curse system, each held its own great power.

"Corpse Dog. Curse others to create zombie ghouls!"

"Hidden Arrow. A Slaughter Demon Sword that grows stronger by absorbing others' power!"

"Que Yin, the original model capable of creating other cursed devices."

"Swallowing Thief, devour others' lives to prolong one's own immortality!"

"Non-Toxic, the world's strongest single-target curse poison, both poison and non-poison."

"Purification, the only Dharma Artifact that can clear other curses."

"Foul Lung, a toxic substance for large-scale curses."

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Moreover, these weapons can clone into subsequent Dharma Artifacts as ancestral artifacts, becoming a sect of Curse Masters.

The entire land was utterly boiling.

Even the various Demon Kingdoms intended to vie with humans for this power beyond normal comprehension.

In less than twenty years, the entire earth experienced the onset of an unprecedented war; the seven Cursed Treasures, exchanged and contested by various forces, drove the furious development of curse technology.

Twenty years of continuous struggle plunged the entire era into a golden age of the soul of curses.

Various curses became known, and the systems derived from the seven ancestral cursed devices were mastered by strong individuals, forming an unprecedented explosion of civilization!

Consequently, various evil sects were incubated.

They harbored fanatical beliefs, extreme conduct, and devout ideology.

Furthermore, they revered the Ghost Witch Doctor as the "Curse God of the Old Days," the "King of the Curse Laurels," with each major sect claiming itself as the legitimate successor of a deceased "God," leading to war outbreaks.

Alongside the rise of all these curses, people began to experience unprecedented cataclysms!

During the Curse Era.

"Information dissemination" equated to "curse dissemination."

In ten years, all sorts of media for curses were born.

After witnessing vessel events of terrifying curse attacks via the internet, television, media, newspapers, and letters... people completely abandoned the era of information dissemination, entirely reverting to the agrarian feudal empire days.

This world's humans began retaining armaments, mechas, and high-energy magical weapons, yet voluntarily relinquished communication means during this unique age.

Deprived of "communication" media, curse power was significantly restrained.

But this came at the cost of human social interaction.

Due to the curses, and the confinement of information, people started to become superstitious, foolish, regressing back to feudalism, with various theological sects spreading, leading nearly everyone to become followers of assorted sects.

The world seemed to cycle.

Continuously oscillating between "feudal primitive dynasties" and "modern steel forests."

Yet all insightful individuals knew this cycle was merely superficial.

Power has always progressed forward; the current feudal dynasty's land still retained all the former era's technology and intellect, even becoming more powerful with the addition of curse techniques.

And the Crusader Radiant Sect established by Baron Vein back then is now one of the largest sects.

As he took with him the most intriguing of the seven Cursed Treasures, 'Purification,' the only Dharma Artifact void of curse power, which clears other curse powers.

Using this artifact, he produced countless Holy Water, selling it to others to remove curses.

Baron Vein was inherently an unscrupulous person.

He began claiming himself the hero of the new world! The great human Savior! The Supreme Pope Vein! The sect's slogan even being: Clear the world's curse powers, cleanse all evil, let everything return to nature!

Little did they know, he was the very root that brought curses to the world, opened the gate to sin.

Now, Hongyan's visage appeared ten years older, a snarl on his face, sitting in his chair in pain, showing deep remorse, "Sure enough, everything has erupted, in the Curse Era, everyone is on edge."

"The old steam engines, cruise ships, sects, and information closure eras being revived, yet technology, guns, and magic are preserved, the world is heading towards an unprecedented era of drastic change."

"Here, there is no longer trust between people, shadowy curse masters abound, employing all methods, casting curses remotely, on letters, paper media, clothing, carrier pigeons, birds, insects, poisons everywhere."

"Even with indiscriminate curses from certain marauders, in wells, at clothing factories, food factories... humanity has entered a massive trust crisis era."

Ghost Witch Doctor...

That terrifying man.

The power he left behind posthumously is too evil!

Too terrifying!

This is a method of indiscriminate killing via curse techniques, returning society to primitive overnight!

Yet, the Demon Gods, even the Celestial Dao, are indifferent to it all!

Because what they long for is the advancement of power, and they care not for the life or death of the people of this era!

In their eyes, an era of war is merely a precursor to a subsequent golden age.

Those before plant trees for the shade of those after.

The deaths of the previous generation pave the way for the next to enjoy a golden age.

Zhu Zhengwei can only use this allure to deceive those old sly foxes....

He is essentially using his own power to develop and simulate a mythological golden curse age for the enemy, crazily "aiding the enemy," to buy time for them.

This is a sort of open conspiracy.

But the people of this era?

They are unwilling to be those predecessors, unwilling to be those guinea pigs!

To sacrifice the self for the greater good of the next generation?

The Celestial Dao and Demon Gods watch them die with open eyes, using lives to heap a golden age?

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Hongyan flared up in anger, "Perhaps I can escape the great calamity of all living beings, even my talents might find opportunity amidst the tides to become a Demon God, transcend the age, rise above, but what about the people of my territory? My children? Those suffering in this era's downfall?"

He paced back and forth, and after a moment, resolutely declared:

"No! I cannot abandon them."

"Even if I must give up the chance to become a Demon God, I will create a truly peaceful golden age, build a grand peaceful kingdom in this New Red Moon world, where all are born equal, all are free! Can those indifferent gods and Celestial Dao high above understand my intentions?"

He possessed a noble rationality, a great will, a smart mind, and a steadfast heart.

And people like this are often called... heroes by later generations; he has a leadership aura, noble rationality, drawing countless followers for his charisma during an era, stirring great waves.

Like the past Time Emperor, enough to be called a hero to humanity.

Yet the hero of this world's civilization is not from Zhu Zhengwei's world, instead becoming the biggest obstacle in thwarting Zhu Zhengwei's schemes against this world.

"Moreover, according to various investigations, we have confirmed the man's death."

"But damn it, did that Ghost Witch Doctor really die?"

He gazed at a man's portrait, his expression growing grave, this heavy question surfacing in his heart; if that terrifying man remains alive, or has assumed some form of slumber...

Then, the consequences would be unthinkable.

His face grew increasingly grave, showing deep pain, "Has he really died?"

"What a pity, in that hotel, there was the only chance to intercept him, if not for that fat pig city lord delaying by a few minutes... if it succeeded back then, today's era would be entirely different."

Hongyan felt anguished.

He wished he could have killed that fat city lord back then, just knew how to slack off, he might be the sinner of world history.

He vaguely felt that back then, when he stepped into the hotel, the hands of the God of Destiny were reaching for him, but also slipped away in that instant.

Standing before the bathtub then, he felt as if he would lose something crucial completely, aroused the other's vigilance, and found it even harder to intercept that terrifying man again.