John could feel something poking his back, like a mischievous imp playing around, curious about the Sianweistan embedded in his spine.

He turned around blankly, still unable to shake off rigid thoughts, yet stunned into murmuring by the scene in front of him.

Purple-red smoke rose into an ocean, even the nighttime sky was tinged with colorful neon, as if the entire world was shrouded in a vast halo, everything seemed too dazzling and indistinct.

Cartoon dolls loomed in the distance.

They looked much like the cereal and drink mascots from TV commercials, spitting out plastic-wrapped hard candies from their mouths, occasionally landing on John, staining him with tiny splashes of dye.

"What kind of weird game is this!?"

John raised his hands from the mist, discovering he was holding an oversized champagne bottle, instinctively aiming at those dolls, corks would shoot out rapidly, breaking them apart.

Sometimes the dolls were harder, needing several corks to make them disappear.

John followed the unknown game music forward, like target shooting, turning those advertising mascots into fluff balls.

"Wow!"

A synthetic meat strip suddenly emerged from the clouds.

It looked extremely ugly, like a moldy synthetic food, shockingly flailing two long maggot-like tentacles wildly.

John forced himself to endure the nauseating smell as he retreated.

The purple-red smoke turned somber, the night sky was stained dark again, several deteriorated foods crawled in the shadows, all rushing forward with a bizarre speed, seemingly trying to shove part of their bodies into John's mouth.

He exclaimed as he backed away, using the champagne bottle to block.

Where the meat strip and glass collided, brilliant liquor splattered.

John took out a few chunks of rotten meat up close, watching them appear damaged, finally collapsing with stinky water on the ground, then activated Sianweistan, discarded the bulky champagne bottle, grabbing a lollipop.

He swirled the red-black fog, beating those scraps into pieces.

The foods were smashed and mangled.

John felt sticky syrup dripping on him, somewhat nauseating, roared as he cleared away surrounding debris, only to find a soda can spinning beside him.

It kept expanding, issuing strange noises, spraying soda, and then...

Bang!

John and the smoke were scattered by the shockwave.

His vision spun as he got back up, the cliff had vanished, replaced by Eden City's cold skyscrapers, casting brilliant neon beams into the night sky.

Glass curtain walls climbed to the clouds, connecting and blocking the night sky.

Rainwater slanted down, piercing through the colorful night, falling on the twisted gray asphalt roads.

John stood at the crossroads, traffic lights flashing madly.

He raised his head to embrace the rain curtain's rinse, seeing an actress in a white dress stepping out from the distorted square screen, her whole body covered in a blue filter, pixel particles occasionally flashing at the dress's edges.

This was a holographic projection over dozens of meters tall.

She hopped lightly, crossing the intersection, submerged on the building's surface then glided from the overpass on wheeled metal prosthetics.

Clap, clap, clap!

Phantom applause sounded around, rising and falling.

John just felt a throb of pain in his shoulder, at the moment the projection passed through, he was actually knocked to the street corner near the garbage.

"Hahaha, up higher!"

He struggled to prop up his body, seeing a homeless man in the corner nearby.

The guy laughed lewdly, his metal eyes flashing, staring fixedly at the dancing skirt hem, the other hand frantically fiddling under his crotch.

"Is this a party? Damn, I didn't bring any beer, hope old Du ordered enough chicks!"

The homeless man's voice jerked John back to reality.

He shook his head wildly.

Old Du, Du Remon, like a steel needle piercing the depths of consciousness, making John instantly recall that this was the Rift Party hideout.

The surrounding magical scenes began to waver, blinking and covering with scanning filters, transforming into data turbulence connecting to the sky's end.

A warning seemed to pop up in front of John's eyes.

For a moment...

He seemed to shake off hallucinogenic drugs and returned to the cavern's depths, seeing the ground full of corpses, while the place where the homeless man laughed wildly earlier, only had half a body and distorted facial implants, like being bisected by something heavy.

John felt slightly oxygen deprived, his knees weakened, kneeling and vomiting, the "lollipop" in his hand turning into a heavy weapon cobbled together from steel pipes and metal anvils.

He gasped heavily under stomach convulsions, hands waving and hitting cans scattered around, hallucinogenic drugs continuously spewing from the filter tip, releasing nerve-disrupting smoke.

Purple-red smoke whirls around his mouth and nose.

John raised his head, his eyeballs slightly turning white, his brain repeatedly transmitting stabbing pains like electronic short circuits.

Artificial eyes detected faults, overlaying warning windows popped up in his vision.

The next second.

The illusion of an iron jungle engulfed him once more.

Silent skyscrapers blocked the view in the night, heavy rain pouring down again, drizzling liquids turning into viscous blood.

Screams echoed.

The massive dance performer weaving through the city appeared again, swiftly dyed crimson by the rain, the skirt violently torn, revealing contoured synthetic leather, quickly dissolving into liquid exposing deeper metal structures.

Until the armor under the skin was stripped, hair dissolved in the rainy night, massive arcs exploded from the precise component seams.

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