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"I'm sorry, I really don't know why I have…"

Ai Wen muttered to himself, then lowered his head to look at the dagger in his hand.

He suddenly realized that the dagger that had inexplicably appeared in his hand looked so familiar.

When did you see a knife handle made of agate?

A blurry picture slowly emerged from the depths of Ivan's memory.

That was... When he was very young, the lord rode through the forest. On the shiny brown-red horseback, the lord's bloated body hung a gorgeous agate knife.

It was the only pleasing thing on that mountain of meat, and that scene happened to fall into the eyes of the poor children who hid behind the trees and peeped at the noble lord hunting.

After entering the Mage Tower, everything in the mundane world seemed meaningless to a mage reserve, but in the deepest part of his heart, the agate knife still shimmered in the light of the setting sun in the afternoon.

Ivan raised his head suddenly, and looked at Alister again.

It was obvious that the injured person was Alister, but at this moment, the person with the ugliest face was Ivan himself.

"You are hurt?"

Alvin suddenly said.

"It's just...a little injury."

Alister said.

Aiwen held back his body and looked at him—Alister froze for a moment when he heard the word "injured".The red-haired mage apprentice concealed it well, but Ai Wen's intuition was far from the keenness that ordinary people could understand.

"where is it?"

Alvin asked.

There were no doubts in his words, only affirmations.

Alister staggered, and he sat down slowly on the ground, as if he just had to rest because he was sweating too much.

Then he took a deep breath and said, "Ivan, the wound is not serious..."

"I want to see your wounds."

Evan interrupted him.

Alister looked very reluctant, and Ivan was almost instinctively disturbed by this-even a little panic and fury.

A bloodthirsty desire rippled through the capillaries in his body.

He tried to control, but failed.

Fortunately, the scene still seemed to be under control. Even though he resisted very much, Alister finally showed his wound to Ivan.

Alister took off all his clothes under Ivan's force, and the wound that Ivan cut before slantedly covered Alister's skin, and dark red blood flowed out, staining his body red. chest.

Everything seemed so normal, but Ivan knew something was wrong.

Even though his brain seems to be soaked in clouds and mist now, he can still feel that subtle but deadly distortion.

His five senses became so sharp that he was secretly surprised——

Why didn't he notice such a strong metallic smell in the whole warehouse just a quarter of an hour ago?Why did he hear the flapping of insect wings in the shadows and the wet squirming of something gigantic?

The magic lamp seemed to feel Ivan's detection, and its light became so dim that it almost dragged Alister's face into the dim shadow.

Alvin forced himself to stare at Alister's face.

At certain times, Alister is still Alister, but at other times, Alister's face in Ivan's vision appears strangely deformed and doubled—he is clearly standing in front of Ivan, But it looks like it has been reflected by countless mirrors and landed on this small area.

False, ethereal, empty.

Not long ago, the person who used his body temperature and tongue to make Ai Wen sweat profusely and have muscle spasms, his sense of existence at this moment was diluted like air.

That wonderful sense of confusion and vomiting returned to Ivan's body after a long absence.

But Ai Wen couldn't judge whether this was a good sign (he didn't want to admit it, this feeling was a bit familiar, as if the same scene had been repeated thousands of times).

"Well……"

A small voice escaped from Ivan's throat.

His body swayed, and the dizziness made him close his eyes involuntarily.

Ai Wen collected himself, and when he recovered, everything returned to normal.

It was as if the great fear he felt at that moment just now was just his fantasy.

Alister is still standing in the original position, he is very close to Ivan, during this period of time it can be called a leisurely life, allowing his tall body to be re-covered with explained muscles, and the wound on his chest is no longer bleeding.

Ai Wen could smell the slight smell of blood coming from him.

"Ivan?"

He spoke, his tone mixed with concern and anxiety.

"I used to..." Ai Wen stared at the red-haired young man, his lips closed, "I used to build a room with my thoughts in the starry sky. It was a... fantasy room, so as long as I As far as I can think of, the room can meet my request..."

Aiwen felt that his voice was dry and hoarse, as if it had been washed with rough molten iron.

"But, you know what? The strange thing is that no matter how I change the furnishings in that room, there is always an ugly hook on the wall in that room. That's my mentor, oh yeah, maybe now It is already my former mentor, and there is such a hook on the wall of his office... I think it's probably because the fear that the hook brought to me is so deep that I can't forget it, I think, my The 'Room' is built with a hook as the origin——hundreds of millions of falsehoods will eventually be built on a little truth."

Ivan walked towards Alister step by step.

His fingers stroked the cold blade of the dagger—the hilt was no longer onyx.

He was thinking of another long knife, a dark one that was said to cut even a bone devil in half.

Cold and deadly.

Alister opened his eyes wide in horror, and Ivan's pale face was reflected in his pupils.

"Evan..."

"Shh."

Alvin said to him softly.

"Do not move."

Then he touched Alister's chest, almost tenderly, it seemed.

Alister is like countless times in the past, because Ivan's pale and cold fingertips trembled slightly... A strange expression of fear, despair and joy appeared on his face at the same time, as if Ivan had completely harvested him soul in general.

When Ivan told him not to move, he really stopped obediently.

Even if he has seen the long black knife in Ivan's hand.

[This knife will be sharp... so sharp that it can cut through any substance in the world, including the body of a god. 】

Ai Wen kept repeating this sentence in his mind.

He raised his head and gave Alister a cold look—in his vision, Alister's expression froze suddenly.

"Pfft-"

It's like a dagger inserted into a strong leather water bag.

The long knife imagined in Ivan's hand also cut Alister's body.

In the distant void, there seemed to be a long low hum.

Alister's upper body fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

Some blood came out, but not much... At least no human would have that much blood.

Of course, no real human would have a body like his.

zizi...

Inside the bright red wound, countless fine eyeballs aligned their pupils in Aiwen's direction.

Alister...or...his body is full of herpes-like eyeballs, exactly as Ivan thought.

Ivan grinned the corner of his mouth, and let out a sharp and long howl that seemed to be crying and laughing wildly.

"I just know I just know I just know it's not real it's not real you can't change this you can't fucking change this this is where you come from this is your truth you lied to me you been lying to me—”

"Evan..."

Under Ivan's gaze, Alister's shell began to collapse.

Those things that Aiwen had seen before - human faces, worms, a combination of various ominous things - emerged in Aiwen's sight.

And in the very center of the creature, two eyes stared intently at him.

Crazy, greedy and insane.

Just meeting those eyes, Ai Wen felt as if he had gone crazy.

He raised the long knife in his hand high, and slashed towards the monster frantically.When he realized that he was in the "room", everything became so easy, he almost didn't look like himself, those eyeballs were popped one by one by him, and the slurry came out from between his fingers Dripping down.He tore open the limp, gelatinous mass of skin and flesh, then hacked to pieces the buried bones and carapace within.The dark juice splashed around the room like rain and fog, and his projection shell began to collapse irresistibly.

But even so, Ivan still couldn't stop his actions.

He felt that he might really have broken down.

He dismantled everything in front of him into scattered meat and bones, mixed in the foul-smelling plasma, but he was still full of fear...

【"My love."】

He whispered through the illusory creation, and Aiwen fell exhausted and sat in the blood on the ground.

He could sense his existence—he was entrenched in the shadows and outside the starry sky, far larger than the shell that Aiwen could see with his naked eyes.

He is bigger than all things.

Darker than night.

【"Accept me... admit me... love me... be with me..."】

"Do not……"

Alvin said tremblingly.

"Never—"

Then, holding on to the last bit of strength, he rushed to the door of the warehouse—now there were no so-called magic circles and magic lamps there, and even the door looked as thin as paper, crooked, and looked more Like the entrance to some kind of giant worm cocoon.

From behind that door, the sound of rubbing and scratching that once made Ivan feel terrified and terrified was so loud that it was harsh.

But Alvin didn't hesitate.

He still opened the door.

There was silence and darkness outside the door.

Alvin walked out.

【"And you have no choice."】

Is it a hallucination?

is it real?

At the last moment of stepping into the darkness, Ivan heard a whisper close at hand.

It was as if something that spoke was right next to his ears.

end

"Evan? You're awake."

Alvin opened his eyes.

A young man with red hair occupied his entire field of vision. Ivan stared at his strange-colored pupils for a while, vaguely feeling that the other person looked familiar, but his brain was in chaos, and he couldn't think about it at all for a while. Name each other.

"Are you all right? You look a little bad..."

Maybe it was because Ai Wen's expression was too strange, the young man shook his finger in front of Ai Wen's eyes.

Suddenly, that name appeared in Ivan's mind.

"Alister... oh... Goddess of Magic, what happened to me?"

Ivan rubbed his temples and sat up slowly.

He found himself lying on the bed in the dormitory with a dull pain in his forehead.

"You don't remember? You fainted when Mage Doug was attacked by the Triangle Demon."

Alister leaned over, and he stroked Ivan's forehead a little too intimately.

When the other party's cold fingertips touched him, Ai Wen couldn't help but trembled. He felt that he seemed to be panicked, but then that feeling was replaced by a feeling of comfort and intimacy.

Ivan relaxed his body, and he let Alister hug him.

He was a little strange, why he had forgotten before - he and Alister had maintained this kind of intimate relationship that was quite depraved and abnormal in the eyes of the mage all these years.

"I think, I'm just a little tired, and a mage was killed by a deformed triangular demon..." Ivan thought about his words, and then skipped the conversation, "It's somewhat disgusting."

He sighed.

"Anyway, it's over. How long have I been unconscious?"

"Not long, just in time for dinner, do you still have an appetite?"

Alister asked kindly.

Ai Wen leaned over and printed an intimate kiss on the corner of the other's mouth.

"of course."

So Alister and Ivan stood up together, the two of them...the correct term should be "one person", that swollen body cast a huge shadow in this flesh and blood dormitory.

They wriggled their bodies—two heads, four limbs and arms, and a fleshy long tail with countless appendages—slowly crawling towards the door.

Everything looked as ordinary and sweet as ever, but the moment the door was opened, when the bloody corridor appeared in front of Aiwen's eyes, Aiwen felt a fleeting strangeness.

"Ivan?"

Alister asked again, his concern needing no words.

Ai Wen could feel that heart pounding in their common body.

"Alister... do you have... some strange feeling?"

Ivan stared blankly at the spiral tentacles hanging from the ceiling, and whispered.

"Our world doesn't seem...shouldn't it be like this?"

"God, Ivan, I'm really worried now, what are you talking about? Our world...isn't it always like this?"

Alister's words seemed to have undergone some strange deformation, and slowly penetrated into Ivan's soul.

After hearing his words, Ivan shook his head.

"Sorry, I was a little cranky."

Alvin said.

But only he knew that deep in his heart, there was an extremely weak voice screaming.

Something is wrong here.

here……

Do not……

Da da... da... @#@￥*&... da...%￥#...

The author has something to say: ?(^?^*) That’s right, it’s the finale

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