"Turn over and stir."

"Add four more screws without heads."

"But something's not quite right."

"Witches know that the heart is a very troublesome material..."

…

The transparent blue whale slowly passed by Su Mingan's eyes.

The fine white sand slipped from the sky, and he heard the warm singing of winter snow accompanying him as he fell.

The firelight danced outside his closed eyelids, and light and darkness began to mix in his eyes.

He felt as if he was gradually sinking into the hay on the ground, the ground began to soften, and he was sinking into a soft bed.

Darkness occupied his vision.

In the mist-like haze, he heard the crisp sound of liquid falling to the ground.

"Tick tock."

"Tick tock."

He suddenly opened his eyes.

The bloody light of the setting sun swayed in front of his eyes, and the thin sword on the ground glowed with a dazzling luster.

He saw a basement.

Stretching out his hand, he saw his own transparent hands... and himself, who was completely transparent.

The basement was dark and gloomy, and black blood flooded his field of vision, forming a blooming lake on the ground.

He saw a girl.

The girl was wearing a cat-eared hat, lying in the black blood. When he looked over, he saw a small blood mark on her neck.

The blood-red sunset slowly poured in through the gap, illuminating the ice-white rapier lying on the ground. The beautiful sword was like an ice soul that would never melt all year round.

He tried to move, but was frozen in place.

"Gululu..."

A soft sound.

The girl's neck could not support the weight, and her head suddenly fell to the ground.

rolled down at his feet.

His eyes froze.

"La la la... la la la..."

A girl in a red dress, humming a light tone, appeared in his field of vision. She was carrying a basket of mushrooms, taking lively steps, and spinning around like a dance in the dark basement.

Her steps were brisk, as if she was celebrating something.

Su Mingan raised his head.

Sure enough, he saw himself leaning in the corner, bathing in the sticky bloody light of the setting sun.

That person's body was covered with mushrooms, which spread out from every corner of his body. Even in the gaps between his fingernails, there were mushrooms as tiny as enoki mushrooms.

And there is a long and thin sword mark on his temple.

He could even see the transparent barrage on himself:

[...Boss Rabbit just said that he is the number one player?? Is that true? Did I get it wrong? 】

【I am a fool, come here because of your reputation.】

【Come here with admiration +1】

[The forum has gone crazy... It is said that this small live broadcast room is the one who gave a speech on the novice level. I just came here, why are everyone dead!!?]

[He should still be alive, otherwise this live broadcast room would have been closed long ago. Everyone, hurry up!]

[No, I watched the whole process, and I felt like an ordinary student...]

[Just arrived! How did the person die? How did he die??]

[Suicidal... I don’t know how to explain the process just now, but it seems that you can get something by completing the level perfectly. 】

[Ah? What does that have to do with us? It’s all God’s business.]

[Yeah, it’s inexplicable...I don’t understand, I went to watch Aini’s live broadcast and slipped away...]

…

Su Mingan's eyes moved.

He looked at his unconscious self, saw the barrage flowing rapidly past his eyes, and then watched the transparent live broadcast room slowly close as he died.

He looked at Yueyue's head, which was stained with blood on the ground, and suddenly began to tremble.

"...What am I dreaming about?" He murmured to himself: "Are you too tired?"

When people's mental state and physical state of fatigue do not match, they will be prone to have some strange or overly realistic dreams.

He has felt this intuitively now.

He quickly mobilized his emotions and wanted to escape immediately, but he couldn't escape as if he was trapped in a nightmare.

The picture was twisted and blurred in front of his eyes. He tried hard to move his body, but it seemed that he had lost control of his body.

The next moment, he saw a black and white chessboard surrounded by blue and purple stars.

He wanted to close his eyes for a moment.

"Bang——!"

Red and blue light waves exploded on his side. He gasped and smelled a pervasive smell of gunpowder smoke.

Something strange arose in his heart, a sense of depression that almost made him unable to breathe. He controlled his eyelids to close, but the scene still appeared in front of him.

A girl with black hair and red armor stood in front of "him" holding a sword.

"Everyone is watching you..." She whispered: "Give me the order."

Then, Su Ming'an saw himself wearing king's fur, standing there and raising his arms without hesitation.

A bloody light appeared above his head for a moment, and he saw the red king fall down.

The black-haired girl looked at her king who suddenly fell down with blank eyes.

Her figure began to become illusory and blurry.

When the king dies, all his chess pieces are buried with him.

Including the queen is no exception.

The rapier fell to the ground.

There were tears in the corners of her eyes, and she still didn't understand why her king directly chose to commit suicide.

The stars in the sky shone brightly, and loud laughter erupted from the other side.

"——Look, let me tell you, students are students, and they cannot bear this level of pressure. After all, those who can stand at the top will always be that fixed group of people..."

Su Mingan's whole body began to tremble.

Looking at the upside-down world in front of her, the red queen's figure gradually blurred.

"……enough."

He said to himself:

"Stop torturing yourself."

The more at this moment, the more he needs to calm down.

Don't let yourself collapse just because of an inexplicable lucid dream...

He knew that this kind of dream appeared because he was too scared in reality - he was afraid of this happening.

Just like a person who watches horror movies during the day, he may have dreams about being chased by ghosts at night.

What you think about day and night, what you dream about every night.

Although he can remain absolutely calm during normal actions, his emotional emotions cannot be suppressed by actions.

It is always raging like a tidal wave and will slip through the fingers. It is something that no one can stop.

...That's why he dreams about what he fears most.

He dreamed of this nightmare-like scene that stayed in his memory.

The scene began to change and the picture began to blur. The next moment, he gradually saw the floating city in the sky surrounded by ice-white machines...

"——Brother!"

Suddenly he heard a call.

Like coming from the distant sky.

He suddenly felt much better.

...After all, the dreams he has now are all things that cannot be detected. And the reality he is in now - the dungeon strategy has reached the final stage.

Mizushima Kawaharu is dead, and he has one last clue left...

This most difficult and hellish world since the beginning of the game is finally coming to an end...

"Brother! Brother! Wake up, brother——!"

The sound in my ears still kept coming.

Su Mingan thought at first that Mo Yan's call was the holy voice that saved him from his nightmare, but soon he felt that the voice became noisy.
To be continued...