“Flip and flip and stir.”

"Add four more screws without screws."

“But something is wrong.”

"The witch knows that the heart is a very troublesome raw material..."

...

The transparent blue whale slowly flew past Su Mingan's eyes.

Fine white sand slid from the sky, and he heard the gentle singing of winter snow accompanying him to fall.

The fire pounded outside his closed eyelids, and the light and darkness began to intercourse in his eyes.

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

Darkness occupies his vision.

In the misty mist, he heard the crisp sound of liquid falling to the ground.

“Tick.”

“Tick.”

His eyes suddenly opened.

The blood of the setting sun shook before his eyes, and the thin sword on the ground shone with a dazzling luster.

He saw a basement.

He stretched out his hand and saw his transparent hands... and his entire completely transparent self.

The basement was dark and dark, and the black blood flowed through his vision and flowed into a blooming lake on the ground.

He saw a girl.

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

The blood-red sunset slowly fell from the gap, shining on the ice-white thin sword lying on the ground. The beautiful sword was like an ice soul that never melted all year round.

He tried to walk around, but he was frozen in place.

"Gululu..."

A light sound.

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

Roll down at his feet.

His eyes stopped.

"Lalala...Lalala..."

The girl in a red dress, humming a light tone, appeared in his sight. She carried a basket of mushrooms, took lively steps, dancing in the dim basement.

Her pace was very light, as if she was celebrating something.

Su Mingan raised his head.

Sure enough, he saw himself leaning in the corner, bathing in the viscous blood light of the sunset.

The body was full of mushrooms growing. They spread out from every corner of the body, and even the gaps in the nails were filled with mushrooms as small as enoki mushrooms.

And there was a slender 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? Really? Did I read it wrong?]

[I came here to see my name.]

【Come to come +1】

[The forums are going crazy... It is said that this small live broadcast room is the one who speaks on the novice level. I just came here, why are people dead!!!]

[It shouldn't be dead yet, otherwise this live broadcast room would be closed long ago. Everyone hurry up!]

【No, I watched the whole process and felt like an ordinary student…】

[Just come! How did people die? How did they die??]

[Suicide...I don't know what to say about the process just now, but in short, it seems that you can get something that you can pass the level perfectly.]

[Ah? What does that have to do with us? It’s all about the great gods.]

【Yes, for some reason... I don't understand, I went to watch Aini's live broadcast, and I ran away...】

...

Su Mingan's eyes moved.

He looked at the unconscious self and saw the barrage flowing rapidly in front of 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.

"...I'm dreaming about something." He murmured to himself: "Are you too tired?"

When a person's mental state does not match the fatigue level of his physical state, he will easily have some strange or too realistic dreams.

He has now felt this intuitively.

He quickly mobilized his emotions and wanted to get out immediately, but he couldn't get out like a nightmare.

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

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

He wanted to close his eyes in an instant.

"Bang--!"

The red and blue light waves exploded beside him. He gasped and smelled a scent of gunpowder.

Something wonderful arose in his heart, almost suppressing his breathing. He controlled his eyelids to close, but the scene still appeared in front of him.

The black-haired and red-armored girl stood in front of "him" with a sword.

"Everyone is watching you..." She said softly: "Give orders."

Then, Su Mingan saw himself wearing a king's fur, standing there, lifting his arm without hesitation.

The blood appeared on his head for a moment, and he saw the King of Red Square fall down.

The black-haired girl looked at the king who suddenly fell down with a blank look.

Her figure began to become illusory and blurry.

Once the king dies, all his chess pieces will be buried with him.

Including the queen is no exception.

The thin sword fell to the ground.

Tears were in the corner of her eyes, and she still didn't understand why the king of her side chose to commit suicide directly.

The sky shines with galaxies, and there is a loud laughter on the opposite side.

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

Su Mingan's whole body began to tremble.

Looking at the upside-down world in front of me, the Queen of the Red Square whose body gradually blurred.

“…enough.”

He said to himself:

"Don't torture yourself anymore."

The more he is at such a moment, the more he needs to be calm.

You can't let yourself collapse just because of an inexplicable Qingming dream.

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

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

I think about it day and night, and dream about it at night.

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

It will always rage like a tide, slipping away from the fingers, something that people cannot stop.

...That is why he dreams of what he fears the most.

I dreamed of this kind of nightmare scene that stayed in his memory.

The scene began to change, the picture began to blur, and the next moment, he gradually saw the floating city in the air surrounded by Bingbai Machine...

“—Brother!”

He suddenly heard a call.

It's like coming from the distant sky.

He suddenly felt much better.

...After all, the dreams he has now are things that cannot be discovered. And now, the reality he is in - the copy strategy has reached the final process.

Mizushima Kawa Haru is dead, and he still has the last clue left...

This most difficult and underworld world since the beginning of the game is finally about to end...

"Brother! Big Brother! Wake up, brother--!"

The sound in my ears is still not stopping.
To be continued...