Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Thoughts create illusions, and illusions guide thoughts. In this vicious cycle, Klein is completely immersed in the candlelight.

The high-rise buildings in the spiritual world fell apart and were completely destroyed in the long-term mental torture. Under the layers of willpower wreckage, the most fragile wishes buried deep in the subconscious were finally exposed before the changes of reality and illusion, becoming the soft spot for the illusion to play with at will.

The most insignificant expectations, the most subjective desires, the most naked and straightforward hopes, all merge into this beautiful fantasy after the rational will is shattered.

The reunion dinner on Winter Eve is so happy and perfect that people can’t bear to leave the table. The family happily chats about their daily life.

"Today's lemon pudding tastes so good. Where did you buy it, Benson?"

"Bought it? Oh no, our most skillful Ruth made it."

"Dongli night! Dongli night!"

"Thank you for your compliment, Benson. You are always so eloquent."

"That's a real honor."

"Do you like these lemon puddings, Melissa? This is my new secret recipe. If you want, I can make you lemon puddings for a whole month as a gift for your Winter Eve."

"Gift! Gift!"

The little niece waved the food in her hand.

"I want one too! I want one too!

"I want a Winter Eve gift too!"

Yes, Winter Eve is such an important day, no matter what, I should prepare various gifts for my family.

Klein tried hard to follow the thread of the conversation, but he felt unsure about his vague memory and suddenly became flustered.

Did I buy my Winter Eve presents? I can't remember...

...I should have prepared everything. Where did I put all the gifts?

He scratched his head and began to look around, searching for an uncertain answer.

"Klein, what are you looking for?"

“Well… I’m looking for… some gifts…

"I should... I must have prepared gifts for you, but I can't remember... where I put it..."

"Wow, are those the boxes piled up in the corner?"

Following Melissa's hand, Klein saw a pile of boxes wrapped in newspapers in the corner. At first glance, they were so low-key that they looked like ordinary boxes of various sizes, piled there.

…Have they always been there?

I don’t know if that place is a blind spot, or if Klein has never paid attention to that corner, or if it’s just Klein’s forgetfulness that’s causing the gifts to appear a little abruptly.

It's like these gifts... appeared out of the blue.

...No, I don't remember...

These strange thoughts were so light that they slipped away from Klein's mind in a moment. His thoughts were soon drowned out by the cheers of his family. Everyone stood up to praise the Goddess of Night, took turns hugging Klein, and then each took out their own gift from the pile of boxes and sat back at the dining table.

Among them, Melissa picked the largest box, which was 1.2 meters high. She finally stood the box on her thighs and poked her expectant head out from behind the box.

"So, who's going to be the first to open the Winter Eve presents?"

"Winter Night! Winter Night!

"Gift! Gift! Gift!"

"Melissa goes first, her box is the biggest and I'm so curious!"

Melissa showed a hint of shyness and then tried to straighten the box.

"Then I will first..."

The words stopped abruptly, and a tearing sound suddenly rang out.

A doll suddenly burst out of Melissa's gift box without any warning!

The broken cardboard boxes turned into flying debris, creating a brown snow in the restaurant.

At the same time, several clusters of black lines fell from the sky, instantly piercing the heads of everyone except Klein!

Melissa, Benson, Ruth, and the unknown little niece, their expressions were frozen in the last moment of fear and pain. Their brown pupils suddenly lost all their luster, becoming dull and turning into a pool of turbid dead water.

A straight black line as bright as a ray of light pierced through everyone's forehead. Threads of blood foam mixed with bone fragments and tofu-like substances floated out of the wounds and then turned into black smoke and dissipated in the black light.

Klein's mind was hit hard, and his brain went blank. The hideous puppet had already sat on the table, kicked over the food, grabbed Klein's dazed head, and slammed it hard on the table.

"Why! Why!!

“Why am I struggling in pain because of the curse you gave me, while you are here enjoying happiness!!

"Why do you want to give me endless pain while you are enjoying yourself here!!

"I don't accept it! I don't accept it!!

"I am the master of illusion! I am the boundary marker between reality and illusion! I am the master who controls you in this manor!!"

……wrong……

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!!

wrong! !

This is not true! This is not true! ! !

This is a fantasy!

This is the prison my mind has built for myself!!

Melissa is dead! Already dead!!

…She has completely disappeared from this world!

Completely disappear! No longer exist anywhere in this world! ! ! !

Anywhere! Any corner! Any time and space!!

Anything! Anything!

"…Melissa…is dead!"

Klein shouted incoherently.

The puppet looked small, but it had amazing strength, making it impossible for Klein to break free. He could only allow "It" to abuse him unilaterally.

“…Melissa is dead!”

Resisting the pain of his bleeding face, Klein shouted as loudly as he could.

"Melissa is dead!!"

He shouted louder and louder each time, trying to save his will on the edge of the cliff.

This is not only a resistance to the illusion of nothingness, but also a cry to the real world, a most hysterical call for reason and will after squeezing out the last tears and blood!!

I want to...get out of here!!

“…Melissa Moretti does not exist!!!”

Then Klein could no longer utter any words. The puppet's cruelty caused Klein to bite off his tongue and break several teeth. The splattering blood stained the table cloth red.

“I won’t allow you to have anything you stole from me!!

"I won't allow you to be happy! I won't allow you to be happy!!

"I won't allow you to go crazy and lose control! I won't allow you to be sober and complete!

"I want you to live like me in this damn world, unable to live and unable to die!

"I want you to suffer! I want you to be like me! To be ruthlessly trampled by an irresistible fate and never be able to be reborn!!"

Melissa is dead! Dead!!

None of this is true!!

The gentle and beautiful shell was shattered and the unsolvable vicious cycle was forcibly broken.

Benson, Melissa, Ruth, and the little niece, all of them had their heads exploded suddenly, and their bodies turned into black smoke.

"Sly, I want you to come with me—

“Go to hell!!!”