Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Zhou Mingrui opened his eyes from the bed.

He sat up in bed. His bedroom was very quiet today.

The room was small but cozy. On the desk was my work computer, and above it was a familiar bookshelf.

11:45:14, a very healthy time, a good sleep.

The sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains, reminding him that it was time to get up.

It's so quiet.

Zhou Mingrui fetched his phone to watch a short video, then watched two new episodes, opened another app to watch a short video, and laughed for a while on the bed. When he exited the app, his laughter stopped abruptly.

11:45:14.

The time on the phone is frozen at this string of numbers.

Zhou Mingrui was so scared that he jumped up from the bed, his head buzzing.

Some strange guesses popped up in his mind, but he laughed at himself again - what kind of conclusions are these! Maybe he has read too many Japanese light novels!

While he was complaining about himself, he turned on the time settings and started to automatically calibrate the standard time online. After a while, the phone clock automatically updated.

11:45:14.

Zhou Mingrui began to panic.

The blackout curtains were thick and the sun was strong outside, so it must be midday.

He began to try to post on various websites and call up the timestamps of each website, but apart from the failure of posting, he could only get a time.

11:45:14.

A strange feeling of fear began to spread. Zhou Mingrui felt uneasy and weird. He began to try to recall, but found that he could not remember what he was going to do today, what he was going to do tomorrow, or even what he did yesterday or the day before yesterday.

He flipped through his electronic notes and even opened the various operating diaries on his mobile phone. All the records ended at the same time.

11:45:14.

An absurd idea appeared in Zhou Mingrui's mind.

The world stood still.

He immediately got out of bed and ran to his computer desk. When electronic devices are no longer reliable, original paper books have become people's favorite again.

As he discovered more and more inconsistencies, it seemed that countless dense and sparse little voices began to linger in Zhou Mingrui's mind. He was thinking about this room in the room, just like peeling off the layers of stickers on a beautiful box. As the beautiful and fragile skin was gradually peeled off, inexplicable madness and chaos emerged.

He urgently needed some paper and pen to sort out his thoughts, which was his usual thinking habit.

Not knowing which of these books were blank notebooks, he randomly pulled out a stack of books from the bookshelf, picked up one and prepared to open it to write, but he found two big words written on the book.

come back.

Zhou Mingrui was so scared that he closed the book, and suddenly a strange name was written on the cover.

Klein Moretti.

He quickly flipped through every book on the table.

come back.

come back.

come back.

……

come back!

Zhou Mingrui pushed the pile of books hard and found that his name was written on the covers of all the books.

Zhou Mingrui.

He took two steps back, trembling, and looked up at the bookshelf above his desk. On the stacks of books, large and small, there were only three names repeated over and over again.

Zhou Mingrui.

Klein Moretti.

as well as……

May you be blessed with the Heavenly Lord Xuanhuang.

Zhou Mingrui admitted that he began to panic. He sat down in front of his computer again and checked the files in his computer one last time. After the colorful screen saver faded, the two LCD screens clearly read:

come back!

He unplugged the computer, and the strange text immediately disappeared. A strange face was reflected on the black screen.

A white Western face.

The person on the monitor was wearing a retro top hat and a Victorian suit jacket, looking at him with horror.

Zhou Mingrui raised his hand and touched his face, and the person on the screen also raised his hand and touched his face.

...fuck!

Zhou Mingrui immediately ran out, but tripped over his chair. He crawled to the door of the room with his hands and feet, but found that the door was welded shut and could not be opened at all.

...Calm down...No...You have to calm down...

Zhou Mingrui leaned against the door and took deep breaths. After gradually calming down, he looked towards the only exit left in the room.

window.

He mustered up his courage, walked over, and drew open the curtains in one breath. Outside the window was still the city he was familiar with, but there was no sound in the city, and the pedestrians and vehicles on the street seemed to be paused.

……go back?

The floor is very high, there is no chance of survival if you jump from this height.

Go back? Where on earth do you want me to go back to?

The whole room began to tremble slightly, and the door that couldn't be opened banged loudly, as if someone was trying to break in.

Since the current situation is so absurd, then directly applying normal concepts in reality... may not be appropriate, right?

There was no time left, so Zhou Mingrui gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and simply climbed out of the window.

"Ahhhhhhh-"

The strong feeling of falling and the wind crushed Zhou Mingrui's spirit, and large amounts of content gushed out of his chaotic mind like spring water.

I am Klein Moretti, and I was fighting an exile named Alan Friedman, and during the battle I used the [Yesterday Reappearance] spell to borrow power from the past. However, due to my mental and spiritual instability, I fell directly into the mists of history.

Now, my mission is to return to the real battlefield, destroy Alan Friedman's promotion ceremony, and kill him!

As Klein's memory revived, the city around him seemed to come alive, changing rapidly.

He was traveling through the mists of history from the Olden Days.

Everything before my eyes is like a film that has been infinitely fast-forwarded and severely damaged. Fog and snow noise frequently appear in the mist of history, making the film fragmented and incomprehensible.

Klein seemed to have completely lost control of his body, and it was difficult for him to resist the feeling of falling endlessly.

The familiar Tingen University flashed by, and Klein found that the scene in the mist of history before him finally became familiar and full.

The time has come to the Fifth Epoch, the time when Klein Moretti was born. Compared to the haziness of the previous long period of history, the fog of this period of history is obviously much less.

But what followed was another sense of disharmony.

An image passed before Klein's eyes. It was a night that the three siblings spent together. Klein clearly remembered that he had just found a job at the Blackthorn Security Company, and the three of them were so happy that they prepared a big meal for him.

But what is different from other clips is that in other scenes, there is more or less a faint gray mist floating, while in this candlelight dinner, there is a faint black smoke.

...Melissa only appears in hallucinations...

The illusion that corroded his mind followed Klein's senses all the way to the mist of history!

Melissa and Benson would never appear in the real historical fog. It was just that the illusion had modified Klein's senses, obscured the real information, and created a false image.

The fog of history...is no longer his safe zone!

Several erratic black threads flew in from all directions in the mist of history, starting with the fragments covered by the illusion and ending with Klein himself. He reached out to try to grasp them, but the blurry threads actually passed through his hand and floated away.

...No...wait...

Perhaps, it was not them that chased me into the mist of history...

...but they themselves are pouring out from my body! ?

Klein felt even more panicked and uneasy. He simply turned around and tried his best to break free from the feeling of falling, running in the mist of history.

I want to go back...I want to go back!

He ran hastily towards reality, and all kinds of scenery, whether historical or illusion, passed through his world like meteors.

Suddenly, a strange face entered Klein's field of vision. Klein was a little curious and subconsciously lost his focus, glancing at the illusion.

The man looked familiar, probably a hybrid of Loen Kingdom and Western Continent. From a distance, he looked somewhat like Klein Moretti and Zhou Mingrui. But there was also a strange and distant aura around him, as if other unknown elements had been added to their appearance, twisting the familiarity into something grotesque and terrifying.

The man was wearing a loose Western style robe, a black velvet cape, and black gloves. He was lying lazily on the long wooden dining table, smoking a long pipe with an indifferent look.

Klein looked a little dazed.

That man...could he be...

Suddenly, the man raised his head in the stagnant illusion and met Klein's gaze.

After just a moment of eye contact, Klein immediately fled from the illusion as fast as he could.

Just as Klein breathed a sigh of relief for escaping in time, a strong feeling of falling took advantage of the opportunity and completely captured Klein, dragging him towards a distant reality.

All the illusions that were clinging to the mist of history collapsed at once, transforming into black smoke and dust that rushed toward Klein along those black threads.

The smoke was thick and sticky like a heavy liquid, pouring straight into Klein's mouth, eyes, nose, and ears. Klein struggled to grab the smoke that enveloped him, but he could only grab nothing.

In the end, Klein could only watch in despair as he was swallowed up by the endless stream of nothingness smoke and dust, his consciousness falling towards reality in a trance.

"I was a little distracted just now..."

The man holding the long pipe took a lazy puff of smoke, exhaling puffs of smoke.

"Where did you just say?"

"Me? How should I know?"

A puppet stood on a stool at the end of the dining table. Its voice was hoarse and rough, as unpleasant as a broken gong.

"Oh yeah, now I remember. I want to ask you: How can you be so sure that your future self will carry out your own plan?"

The man didn't seem to be listening again. He looked away absentmindedly and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"You may not believe this, but I just seemed to see my future self..."

Light, vigorous and youthful.

The man chuckled, blowing away the lingering clouds.

"…Because I believe in him."