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Tim Hunter always has bizarre dreams. In those bizarre dreams, he will first see a mirror, and in the mirror are his different lives.

In those lives, Tim would always take unusual paths, experience events that would never occur in reality, as well as characters and inhuman monsters. If these are all dreams, it would be too real. And every time Tim wakes up from a dream, he will firmly remember everything in the dream. Those details are engraved in his memory, making him seem like he sometimes can't tell which things he really experienced and which ones. Ethereal.

Fourteen years have passed, and Tim has gradually become numb to this. He has also accepted the fact that he is a freak, but he will not tell his father. After all, when his mother passed away, the life of his father and son was difficult enough. .

In other words, Tim is afraid that his father will send him to a mental hospital or throw him into an orphanage to fend for himself. Even though he knows that his father no longer loves him, he at least still has a family. He wants to stay in a familiar place until he reaches adulthood because he hates change and he is afraid of change.

After all, Tim is lonely. He is thin and cowardly and has no friends. He is also the one who was bullied in school. And he is not a genius. His grades are very bad. The only thing he is good at is probably drawing, and what he likes is... Half-assed skateboards and yo-yos.

Or... what Tim prefers now is the endless world in his dreams. At least there, he has many friends, he will experience many adventures, he even has a girlfriend, and he is extremely powerful in his dreams, because he is A great magician, just like the legendary Merlin, he even created many worlds in his dreams. He was the master of those worlds, and he would lead the people who worshiped him to fight against incredible monsters.

If he could, Tim sometimes even thought about staying in these dreams and never returning to reality.

But this very childish and sad wish seems to be impossible to realize, because Tim's dream tonight is only a broken mirror in the dark. He can't see any world, and he can't walk into the mirror, just like his The dream also left him, leaving only empty nothingness.

Tim opened his eyes. He looked at the dark ceiling, tears streaming down his face. He wanted to pray to God, but soon, he abandoned this idea angrily because he suddenly thought of his tragic and lonely fate. It's God's plan, because adults always say that, and they talk about fate, damn fate...

Tim was stunned for a moment when he turned his head. His hand was still wiping tears, and his wide eyes were staring at a dark mirror standing where the bedroom door used to be.

The carved frame and the upper carvings composed of stars and moon were exactly the same as those seen in the dream.

Tim sat up from the bed all of a sudden. He stared at the mirror for a long time, and then touched the strap of his round glasses. He pouted and thought for a moment, and then walked to the mirror with bare feet.

His heart began to beat wildly, and Tim swallowed. He began to doubt whether he had woken up yet, until he twisted his face hard, and with a cry of "Ouch", Tim tilted his head. Standing in front of a cracked mirror.

With the dim light coming through the window lattice, the mirror reflected Tim's blurry, thin figure and his messy hair. There didn't seem to be anything weird about this thing.

"Hi...Hi!?" Tim waved his hand stupidly, and then scratched his head casually, feeling very embarrassed. Then, when he lowered his head, he noticed that the shadow in the mirror did not scratch his head.

Tim's blood instantly turned cold. He took two steps back, but did not scream or run away. Perhaps it was because the series of absurd and bizarre events he had experienced in his dreams since he was a baby were always mixed in his memory. , after getting used to seeing zombies, werewolves, flying vampires, dryads, and monsters, he won't feel too scared.

But reality is reality after all. Tim knew that he was a useless snack now, so he tiptoed to the desk and grabbed a pencil case and a screwdriver for repairing toys with trembling hands.

"Oh, I'm so stupid!" When Tim regained the courage to come to the strange mirror, he secretly cursed the two useless weapons he chose. But this time, Tim, who had adjusted his mentality, did not run away again. Instead, he looked carefully at the blurry figure. He found that the fragmented face had an oriental face. He looked about twenty years old, but mature and steady. Those indifferent eyes seemed to be looking at Tim too.

"Who are you?" Tim asked curiously.

There was no answer, but tiny ripples appeared on the mirror surface like water.

"Uh... Devil?" Tim knew that the "Holy Advent Crusaders" had been promoting the idea of ​​devils in the world. They called those devil worshipers who were burned to death the "Legion of Eternal Punishment."

Out of curiosity, Tim once watched a trial in the Empire State Plaza in New York, which is now the Glory Plaza of Gods. But when the screams and flames swallowed four living people, Tim ran away in horror. . Although he had used magic to destroy those monsters in his dreams, he had never seen such a cruel scene. After all, they were just dreams, and the monsters hit by Tim's magic in the dreams would be wiped out, just like It was like a ball of air disappearing into nothingness with a "bang" sound.

There was still no answer in the mirror.

Tim curled his lips. He began to think this was some kind of prank, but his reason told him that his father would never do this, and since his mother passed away, his father had basically not been to Tim's room.

For three years, Tim has only been able to see his father during school and dinner. Even though his father must be drinking beer and watching TV on the sofa downstairs, Tim will not go down because he knows that, My father didn't say anything, and he only watched the TV series and movies that my mother liked to watch when she was alive.

We all live in the past.

Tim suddenly felt extremely lost. He felt that he and his father had lost their sun and they would never spin again.

The mirror suddenly creaked, and the creepy sound penetrated very clearly in the silence, but the strange thing was still behind.

A ball of green light enveloped Tim's homework, books, and pencils and all floated up. Tim even saw skateboards and yo-yos spinning strangely under the green light.

"Wow..." Tim looked at this incredible scene with his mouth wide open, but when his bed also floated, Tim panicked. He turned his head and pointed at the mirror, "If you did it, You'd better stop now! Uh... put down this pile of stuff gently so you don't scare dad downstairs!"

The mirror didn't listen to Tim's wishes at all. The abnormality in the room continued to spread, and finally even Tim was enveloped in the green halo.

"This, this is pretty cool!" Tim was floating with his head down. He was excited and scared at the same time. He finally reached the edge of the mirror using his hands and feet like a swimming chrysalis. He held the pencil case and screwdriver with both hands. Smashing the mirror, "Hey! Whoever you are...cough! Sir! Please stop, okay? I don't like such pranks! This will attract the detective team of the 'Holy Advent Crusaders'!"

A gust of wind blew by, and the small door on the long-broken old clock suddenly opened. The owl came out and made an annoying noise.

"Hey! I'm already very polite..." Tim hit harder in a fit of annoyance, but half of his body suddenly hit the mirror.

The ripples on the mirror kept spreading and rotating, and the ripples seemed to never stop.

A huge suction force pulled half of Tim's body, and the boy finally screamed.

"Dad..." Tim's horrified cry suddenly stopped because he was pulled into the mirror by the suction force.

Everything fell down.

Tim's father raised his head numbly downstairs under the sudden noise, but he quickly looked at the TV again.

Because he didn't care about his son at all, his love disappeared with the death of his wife.