Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1874 People who have experienced Yuanmaru
The singing voice lingering in her throat gradually disappeared.

In the tumbling and gentle darkness, it seems that quicksand is slowly pouring into the ears, drowning out the sounds of the world.Only the song in my mind is left, still turning in circles again and again, as if the hem of the skirt is constantly opening and spinning when dancing... It's just getting farther and farther away, more and more blurred.

……are you willing?

She cut off the singing in her head.The last bit of vague consciousness is like the moonlight about to break among the swaying water waves.

……Do you want to?
For a moment, she thought she heard his voice again, asking her briskly, "Will you die with me?"

But after listening for a while, she realized that it wasn't him.

What she is facing now is a completely different problem and choice.

There is such a thing in the world... Her spirit seemed to start to tremble, she couldn't tell if it was fear or joy, she couldn't tell if she was about to be saved, or she would perish forever.

"I am willing," she seemed to be whimpering and laughing, she stretched out her hand and said, "I am willing...to become a copy..."

This time, the voice came into her ears clearly.

It was no longer Constantine's soft and hoarse voice, but clear and strange, which faintly surprised her.

who is it?

"Are you okay?" A figure squatted in her field of vision, and the shadow enveloped her face. "Lin Sanjiu? Wake up, the dungeon is over..."

copy?Lin Sanjiu?

She stared blankly at the pair of sneakers of the man in front of her, and her vision gradually stabilized and became clear again.

That's right...she's not Constantine.

The two personalities crushed and squeezed together by the iron palm seem to be finally torn apart bit by bit; every bit of Lin Sanjiu that flows in, every bit of Constantine that flows out makes this body tremble uncontrollably , like a baptism that I can't explain.

"It's okay, the copy is over," the life coach—at this time she finally recognized the person in front of her—reached out and patted her shoulder comfortingly, and said, "Don't stand up in a hurry, you seem to be out of strength .”

"What, what's going on?" Lin Sanjiu panted, and asked, "Where is... the city of freedom?"

"What city of freedom?" The life mentor blinked, and the painter and witch behind him also looked blank. "Haven't your thoughts completely escaped from the dungeon?"

Yes... yes, this is the doomsday world, not Liberty City.

She was in the Great Palace of Bewilderment; she touched the window with the figure standing there with her consciousness, and activated the copy.

Lin Sanjiu felt tired even opening his mouth, and always felt that there was still a little bit of himself left in the depths of the rolling black mist.The figures standing in those two windows... are they Konstantin and Uinmaru Tsugumi?

window...

Only then did she realize that she didn't know when she fell to the ground, and her direction was changed to the direction facing the city wall.

At this moment, she just wanted to take another look at Inmaru Tsugumi—Konstinai's greed still seemed to be in her blood——Lin Sanjiu sat up on the ground, and turned towards the square window.

Under the gloomy clouds, a dark figure was sitting far away on the ground of the square. His black hair was neatly combed back, and his figure was slim.

"Yuanwansi?" Lin Sanjiu called out with trembling.

The figure moved slightly, and after a few seconds, he slowly turned his head behind him.

The gray wind falls from the distant sky, and the dust and sand raised up are lingering and loose. As the wind melts away, they fall into the world again.

The light gray stone brick slabs on the square seem to have grown out from the person in circles; rough, hard, cold, and embedded with thin cracks.Just such a narrow figure, it weighs heavily on the square, the field of vision and the world.

Lin Sanjiu couldn't tell who it was for a moment, but trembled violently.She didn't know when, but she was pressing her palms on the stone brick floor, as if she wanted to drag this exhausted body to crawl over.

He turned his head back again.

He remained silent the whole time, without saying a word, as if he just raised his eyes and landed on the distant window.

In the window with a man and a woman standing, it was still shrouded in darkness at this moment, even if Lin Sanjiu squinted his eyes, he still couldn't see anything clearly.The look Konstantin looked at Uinmaru Tsugumi was indeed the last one she saw.

"Human... Puppeteer." She whispered.

After a while, a low "hmm" came from the direction of the pitch-black figure.

Lin Sanjiu suddenly got a burst of strength from nowhere, and she actually supported herself to get up—the life mentor hurriedly supported her, and she dragged her two feet as soft as tofu, and walked to the doll step by step. Not far from the teacher, he fell to the ground with a "gudong".

"Don't stare at me," he whispered after a few seconds.

Lin Sanjiu lowered his eyes almost obediently.After a pause, she murmured and asked in a low voice, "What's going on with this dungeon...?"

"Didn't you just experience it once? It's just a role-playing copy."

The puppeteer didn't even look at her, and seemed to lose her strength, hunched slightly, and her profile looked like a blade wrapped in black leather.

The copies of Konstantin and Uinamaru exhausted their physical strength and shattered their emotions, making them all in a trance at this moment, and they were still not completely themselves—if it wasn’t for this, Lin Sanjiu felt that she I'm afraid I won't just get such a simple two sentences.

"I later... No, Uinmaru Tsugumi went back later." The puppeteer said slowly. "Jumped down from the escape hatch."

"Why?" Lin Sanjiu was startled, but the last bit of Constantine in his body wanted to smile. "Ummaru Tsugumi later also..."

"Sinking into darkness."

The puppeteer has always been such a gloomy, tense, and sharp person—Lin Sanjiu has seen him clean and dazed when he first woke up from a serious illness, and he has also seen his gentle and polite hypocrisy when he was a stranger—but, this time At this moment, the puppeteer who has experienced the successor of Uinmaru showed a side she had never seen before.

It was as if...something tightly gripping him from inside his body, like a rope, was severed by this copy, and the puppeteer had no time to re-tie it.

He was like a cloud of gray mist that was temporarily released, gently spreading out from the broken rope.

Lin Sanjiu was silent for a while, and then said after deliberation: "When I was in the dungeon, most of the time, I unconsciously followed...following Constantine's life..."

She still didn't know how to ask what she wanted to ask, so the puppeteer finally glanced at her and said, "Speak directly if you have something to say."

"I only had two choices at the last moment..." Lin Sanjiu looked at the floor tiles and said, "One time was after the ladder was pushed down, and the darkness floated in front of me. It was the first time I felt it, I can continue to stare at the darkness and try to escape, or I can raise my head and look at you——and look at Uinmarutsugi again."

If the dungeon hadn't just ended, she probably wouldn't have been able to say these words.

"The second choice, I decided to become a dungeon. Although at that time... as Constantine, I didn't know what the dungeon was all about. I only know that this dungeon will evolve with the 'The Entrance of the Raiders', replaying the last night of my life over and over again."

She frowned, and asked in a low voice, "What I want to ask is...you too, have you had two choices?"

The puppeteer gave another low "hmm" in his throat.

He didn't say much, but Lin Sanjiu still vaguely understood.It was the puppeteer who chose to go back, and chose to jump from the escape hole—it seemed both surprising and natural.

"In this role-playing dungeon," he said suddenly, looking at the figure in the distant window, "at the critical moment, you have to make the same choice as the original owner to end the dungeon. The second choice , I am the same as you."

After a pause for a few seconds, he continued, "So we all came out."

Lin Sanjiu imagined somewhat in a trance, in that small dressing room in the city of Liberty, in that unknown place in the universe, in the depths of the darkness, perhaps just a few steps away from Yuanwan At the same time, Si and Constantine decided to become dungeons, and were awakened by strangers again and again, walking into that club like the first time in their lives.

Even after becoming copies, they still stood in the two separated windows, and for as long as eternity, all contact seemed to be only a moment of blood-stained hands clasping.

"Don't get me wrong," the puppeteer's tone became cold, and he began to accept his normal self. "I didn't go back for you. You wiped the nausea from your face, I can't stand it."

Lin Sanjiu let out a long sigh.

"You..." she whispered, "Sometimes, I really want to slap you."

Several humanoid objects that had been standing nearby moved a few times uneasily, and the sorceress dragged the painter back a little.

The puppeteer seemed to want to turn around for a moment—but just like the moment before the storm came, the dark clouds in the sky rolled heavily, and the fragile calm was restored again.

He just said "hmm".

　Feels like this chapter is about time for me to step up, put up a hand, and say "ta-da"...

Speaking of it, I really have a preference for the back hairstyle, regardless of gender... Didn't I write Milady for the glory of the king? They asked me to draw Milady a while ago (not because I draw well, but because the author It’s better to draw it for publicity), so I went to the official website of Glory of Kings to look at their Milady image for a long time, and then came back and drew a Milady with the back of her head... I personally think it’s more imposing than bangs.

　
(End of this chapter)