Spurting blood.

A body without a head.

The flamboyant murderer slowly spreads the branches, leaves and stems, licks the bright sauce stained by the fleshy sepals, bites the trophies and quickly returns to the planting yard, like a cunning hunter who has successfully preyed, showing off his weird flower crown to others.

Sneer and ridicule.

Klein could see clearly that the mouthparts on the top of the deformed corolla were tightly biting a ball-shaped object that was broken like an overripe watermelon. Only half of the ball still maintained a relatively intact facial structure, while the other half had a shattered skull, eyeballs falling off, and blood.

The flesh was crushed by terrifyingly powerful force and inertia, until it turned into the disgusting rotten flesh that it is now, with an indistinguishable appearance.

For the first time, the extraordinary vision brought by the "Assassin" path potion made him feel so powerless and ridiculous.

He was no longer the new "divineer" who had never experienced danger or smelled the smell of death, but this was still the most sudden and violent death he had ever seen, and the deceased had spoken to him a second before.

object of love.

Although...even though he knew very well that this was just a dream.

It's just a nightmare that's infinitely closer to reality.

Almost stiffly, Klein retracted his sight of chasing into the deep courtyard. He wanted to hold on to the empty shell whose soul had dried up and all its inner strength had been drained. However, he found that it was not the instinctive inertia of the body that supported the dead girl's body.

Instead, there were dozens of plant stems with flower crowns on the tops. They were curling around her waist and limbs, like a group of snakes that were as greedy as they were eating their prey.

...The nightmare will not be interrupted because he shouts rejection in his heart, nor will he be mercifully awakened.

After realizing this, Klein entered a strange state of calm, and the emotional impulse driven by reason turned into silent and boiling depression.

He held the gardening hand saw with a serrated blade in his backhand and immediately slashed at the plant stems. He quickly and steadily cut off five or six stems that spurted green juice.

As if instinctively aware of the approaching crisis, the remaining plant stems suddenly tightened, dragging the girl's headless body and quickly retreating. In just an instant, they returned to the darkness with a trophy that was several times heavier than their own weight.

in the courtyard.

In less than two or three seconds, a scalp-numbing, hair-raising sound of chewing and swallowing could be heard in the nearby area, sometimes mixed with the crisp sound of crunching bones.

With the help of dark vision, Klein dodged into the indoor courtyard behind the white double-door glass windows, found the gas light control switches as quickly as possible, and turned them on one by one.

Colorless flammable gas began to flow in the brass metal pipes all over the roof beams above the head. Amidst the sound of regular friction and ignition, the greenhouse courtyard with a transparent glass dome and clearly visible steel skeleton was illuminated by bright lights, and it was no longer there.

It was eerie and eerie just a moment ago.

The abnormal movements of chewing and swallowing paused for a moment, and then turned into a dragging sound that quickly faded away, and the last sound was lost in the thick bushes and grass.

Even without looking around, Klein could clearly see the deep and tragic bloodstains on the brick road, and he could see an exceptionally tall, bloated, and strange-looking ferocious plant growing in the center of the garden not far ahead.

It looks both familiar and unfamiliar. The branches, stems and leaves are very similar to the sketch of the "Wounded Soul Flower" seen in the illustration just now. The huge corolla, which is at least six meters above the ground, is made up of large leaves and stamens shaped like mouthparts.

It is composed of a human body, but half of a human head grows and hangs on the main plant, with slightly curly brown hair like a few pieces of dry grass that died of thirst, mixed with dazzling blood stains that have not yet solidified.

Observing the leafy plant with some numbness, Klein shook off the saw blade stained with the green juice of the stem. After thinking for a while, he cut it open, pulled off the obstructive skirt of the sky blue dress, and turned back.

In the utility room before, I put something into my collar.

Then, he returned to the planting yard and approached the ugly and bloated plant step by step.

Taking out the gardening knife he had found from the wooden box in the utility room, Klein silently calculated the distance, aimed at the target, and threw it towards the huge corolla.

Wow.

The undamaged Wounded Soul Flower mockingly shakes its fleshy serrated leaves, and its corolla is slightly raised, as if it is looking up at the tiny knife that is deeply embedded in the brass pipe.

He didn't pay attention to this. He ignored the honest duty of the Wounded Soul Flower not to show aggression after turning on the lights. He also turned a blind eye to the signs prohibiting entry and stepped directly onto the soil where countless ugly flowers bloomed.

"I don't know if this thing is the main ingredient of the sequence potion, or how much a corolla can be sold for..." Facing the strange and agitated plant, he actually pulled an exaggerated and comically exaggerated expression on his face.

Smiling, he said to himself, "It's quite enjoyable to think about sawing off a rare plant worth perhaps tens of thousands of gold pounds."

Pushing aside the branches and leaves that blocked his vision, and stepping over the dense fleshy shrubs that blocked his steps, his stealth skills could only provide comfort when he was deep into the enemy's territory. In this way, he gradually approached the location of the main plant of the Wounded Soul Flower, and felt vaguely a little bit in his heart.

It's a pity that my role at this time is not the "witch" of Sequence 7, and I can't produce black flames that burn life out of thin air. Otherwise, I would just have to watch this ugly and bloated plant from a distance being completely burned up.

The part of the root system that was blocked from outside light by the dense branches and leaves seemed to be aware of the approaching danger, and more than a dozen coiled stems with the habit of animals hunting for prey identified the intruder and flew over quickly.

Klein, who had been prepared for this, caught the two fastest-moving stems with his sight, instinctively grasped their movement trajectories, raised the saw with his hand and cut it crosswise, then accelerated instantly, breaking a gap from

He escaped from the encirclement net and ran straight to the center of the intertwined branches.

He gave up his previously unhurried and unhurried movements, striving not to provoke the Wounded Soul Flower's aggressive movements, and used his body's flexibility and agility to the extreme, completely ignoring the more and more crazy branches whipping around him, only doing so when there was no way to avoid it.

Use your strength to cut down the roadblocks blocking you and keep your momentum moving forward.

Just like the instinctive skills that have been engraved in the body since birth, these dexterous movements that can only be achieved with the help of "Assassin" sequence potions are vividly displayed under Klein's full speed running. In just a few seconds, it is like a bullet piercing the body.

Like a sharp blade, it cut into the main body of the most lush and branchy plant of the Wounded Soul Flower.

With a crash, the bloated and ugly Wounded Soul Flower suddenly swung its fleshy stems and leaves, and the surrounding vine-like winding and flexible branches quickly returned to the main body, forming a thick and solid protective wall that prevented him from moving forward.

The prey that came to him on their own initiative built an insurmountable wall, trapping him in an isolated and helpless hinterland.

Klein stopped, adjusted his breathing, and was always on guard for stems that might come from all directions.

However, the reality is always difficult to meet people’s expectations.

Half of a slender, white, lifeless palm appeared in his field of vision, half-chewed by a corolla with sharp teeth and mouthparts, silently stating the unwillingness of the bereaved person.

Soon, half a calf, half a shoulder, half a piece of tissue and organ that was so bloody that it was difficult to identify the specific details... More wreckage was brought to his eyes surrounded by flowers, as if to deliberately show off the results of the battle, following the huge one at the top.

The corolla swings its long saw-toothed leaves to make a different kind of cheering sound.

The smile on Klein's face became deeper and brighter.

He silently counted the time in his mind and lowered his shoulders silently, acting like an avenger who had lost his passion and his mind and finally recognized the difference between reality and delusion. With just one more boost, he would fall into the abyss of despair and resentment.

.

The Wounded Soul Flower seems to be very willing to send him on this last journey.

With a swift and powerful first blow, the proliferating corolla at the top of the stem pounces on the trapped beast in the cage. They open their mouths and reveal their sharp teeth, no longer concealing their intention to attack.

Klein stepped away sideways, dodging the insidious swing that hit his back, but quickly changed direction when his back foot landed on the ground, so as not to be restricted by the flexible stems that quietly swam to the landing site.

But the long-planned second blow has long been lurking in the prey's only path. Even the most flexible "assassin" cannot resist during the exchange of strength. He can only barely avoid the vital points and let the powerful weapons spread all over

The mouthparts of the teeth tore off a large piece of flesh from the side of the waist.

"Fortunately, the intestines will not leak out..."

Klein maintained a smile that was slightly ruined by the pain, turned around and sawed off several plant stems that were too late to defend himself, and muttered to himself.

More and more stems, corollas and serrated leaves like living vines join this siege that will not be suspenseful.

No matter how much he struggled to resist and attacked those seemingly endless branches of the Wrong Soul Flower, it would only increase the wounds and pain on his body.

And the huge corolla with a human head hanging on it, the main body of the Wounded Soul Flower that can explode with terrifying power and extreme speed, has been looking down at the scene in the hunting ground from the beginning to the end, as if it has nothing to do with it, and as if it is just admiring the prey.

The last struggle before death.

In an accidental glance, Klein noticed that the gardening knife stuck in the brass pipe above his head had fallen off at some point and fell into an unknown bush.

He grinned an exaggerated and sarcastic smile, took out the last weight from his collar with his left hand that was missing his ring finger and little finger, and threw the nearly broken garden saw blade with his backhand, repelling an opponent without any bias.

The flower approaches its terrible corolla.

Seemingly seeing an opportunity, the snake-like stems gathered in an instant, rolled up the prey that had given up resistance and lifted it into the air. Countless corollas with open mouths bit at his body and pounced on his limbs.

Klein just tried it lightly, trying to hold the lighter in his hand tightly. In the air, nearly four meters above the ground, when the gas pipe at the top had quietly opened a gap, silently spitting out a large amount of deadly gas, he pressed

Turned on the lighter switch.

Ta da, da da.

Two attempts completed in the blink of an eye lit a bright fire.

This fire spread immediately, expanded, and spewed out to form a violent and fiery dragon's breath.

The surrounding plant stems emitted the smell of burnt fibers due to the high temperature, and they fled in all directions, no longer caring about providing the final execution to the dying person who was lifted high into the air; the main body of the Wrong Soul Flower seemed to have fallen into madness.

With scorching anger, the huge ferocious corolla released the girl's remains from the bite, wildly shook the fleshy stems and leaves of the branches, and slapped the ignited parts of itself.

However, no matter how hard it struggles, no matter how flexible its corolla and stems are, the Wounded Soul Flower is ultimately just a plant rooted in the soil, a huge, bloated and ugly strange plant.

It cannot escape the fire of divine punishment descending from above.

No one will turn off the light knob in the courtyard, and the brass pipes in the rafters carry the gas dutifully, which means that the flame will not quell its wrath.

The hero who lit the initial fire had already lost most of his consciousness and fell back to the ground in an almost cold sensory world.

As if knowing that it was about to end, the main body of the Wrong Soul Flower raised its ugly flower crown high, opened its mouth, and aimed at the charred human body on the ground that was no longer able to move.

Before his consciousness fell into the silent darkness, his highly burned features still maintained an exaggerated and sarcastic broken smile.

…………

"The first game is over, how was it? It was pretty exciting, wasn't it?"

When Klein opened his eyes and looked blankly at the environment he was currently in, what he heard was the proud welcome of the Russell doll.

Before he could answer, the Russell doll, dressed in aristocratic attire, with a collar full of hand-knitted complicated lace in a retro style, and riding boots with heels, jumped off the square table in the tea room and stood beside the two of them with a regretful expression.

Also returned before the challenger.

"It's a pity that you actually discovered the 'acting' rules in the game. You may not be able to experience such a thrilling and exciting script in the future..." When Russell Doll said this, his expression suddenly changed and he chuckled, "But
To be continued...