第一章：根廷与污秽之魂

Genting and the Filthy Soul

"Two months..." He whispered to himself, his breath instantly shredded by the cold wind. He had been thrown into this familiar yet unfamiliar world a full sixty days later than his "kindred," Klein Moretti. It felt familiar because he had read the thick epic that depicted this world; it felt unfamiliar because when the words transformed into icy reality, and every breath carried the frantic whispers of Beyonder characteristics, the experience was completely different.

“两个月了…”他低声自语，呵出的白气瞬间被冷风撕碎。他比那个“同类”，克莱恩·莫雷蒂，晚了整整六十天被抛入这个既熟悉又陌生的世界。熟悉，是因为他读过那本厚厚的、描绘了这个世界的史诗；陌生，是因为当文字化为冰冷刺骨的现实，每一口呼吸都带着非凡特性中疯狂的低语时，感受截然不同。