old room

Ivan barely remembers how he fled from Doug's laboratory door back to his new dormitory.

All he knew was that when he regained consciousness, he was lying on his stomach in front of the sink in the bathroom, vomiting continuously.He didn't eat anything (he eats less and less these days), and all he vomited up was some sour beer and reddish streaks of blood.

As he looked at his vomit, what kept circling in his mind was the scene he saw at the last second before the door to Doug's lab closed.

That shadow.

Constantly changing shapes, the shadow gradually spread from the gap in the wall... Is it the flickering light of the electric lamp?Or is it his illusion?still……

Alvin refused to continue thinking about it.

From that day on, he never opened that parchment again, let alone stared at that star map, and entered that ridiculous fantasy room.

Aiwen has no way of knowing whether his "visitor" has left, but it is too absurd for Aiwen to believe that the shadow has invaded the real life beyond the distant stars.

Instead of believing this, Ivan prefers to believe that he is only hallucinating because of too much mental tension.

The mage's thoughts are delicate and sensitive, and various delusions are not uncommon in this group.

Alvin desperately convinced himself.

He staggered to his feet and checked the formation plates and runes that he had hung on the walls and doors before. The statues of the Goddess of Magic, the God of Order, and the Nightmare Snake that could devour nightmares were neatly placed by him In the corner of the room, when Ai Wen chanted, those expensive sculptures emitted a faint halo, showing that the tight protective formation in the room was in operation.

Aiwen spent almost all his savings to arrange everything in the room, and he even embezzled some experimental materials left by his former mentor (of course, the old man can't ask him to pursue it now) these too).

Ivan's move was not only extravagant but also quite risky, but when he saw the halo of magic flowing in the room, he only felt that everything was worth it.

"everything will get better."

Alvin said to himself in a low voice, over and over again.

But despite this, he still couldn't help himself wrapping his arms around his knees and tucking his body into the corner of the room. His whole body was shivering unconsciously, and cold sweat soaked his clothes.

Tiredness seeped into his overdrawn body little by little. Although Ivan was full of fear and resistance, he still fell asleep unknowingly.

"You shouldn't leave a room vacant for too long."

In his sleep, Ivan heard a familiar but unfamiliar voice.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and found that he was back in the damp and dark dormitory.A faint mist lingered in the narrow room, and they exuded a metallic smell that Ivan could not bear.

And his former roommate, Mr. Sea Dwarf, who disappeared mysteriously, was curled up in the hammock, muttering to him in a low voice.

The light was so dim that from Aiwen's point of view, the sea gnome was just a dark shadow.

"Tick...tick..."

It seemed that another liquid was dripping in a corner of the room, making a viscous sound.

Alvin has never felt so scared.

He wanted to scream, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't even make a breath.

Ai Wen felt that every inch of his body, from hair strands to toenails, was completely frozen.

"He wants you to be there with Him, there is no way for you to escape and stay."

There was an unexplainable frenzy in the sea dwarf's voice, and every word he said made Gan Aiwen feel his temple throbbing regularly.

In the other party's voice, there was something that Ivan couldn't bear.

It only comes from the deepest part of the soul, the most instinctive resistance and defense of human beings.

But Aiwen could neither curse nor scream.

He could only walk stiffly into the room filled with metal atmosphere, watching helplessly as the light gray mist poured into the room bit by bit along the crack of the door of the student dormitory.

The figure of the sea gnome became more blurred in the gradually thickening fog.

"He likes you, that is an exceptionally great existence, greater than greatness, more evil than evil, vast darkness that is more permanent than eternity, the huge and desperate abyss itself, he has taken a fancy to you - he is giving you Response. You have to go back, otherwise things will get worse, he will go to you, pierce the rules and planes, dimensions and time, and you will enjoy the eternal glory with him."

At the end of the words, Ivan only felt that the extremely harsh voice seemed to echo in reality, imagination, and the inside of his head at the same time.The loud sound almost made him suspect that his brain was about to be shaken into mud and flow out of his ears.

Alvin was in such pain that he could hardly breathe.

The fog on the ground began to deform little by little. In Aiwen's horrified sight, they circled and then turned into countless slender and flexible tentacles.

They hit Aiwen's body, and under the mist, turbid red and yellow rays of light lit up alternately and mixedly.

That is to say, with the help of that light, Ai Wen finally saw clearly what his former roommate looked like now.

Then, Ivan has never regretted the look he gave him so much.

The extremely filthy and ugly scene made Aiwen lose all his calmness and persistence in an instant.

"Ahhhh-"

Alvin let out a long scream.

"boom--"

In the next second, he fell heavily to the ground, his body convulsing and twitching uncontrollably.

The hell-like torment barely receded until a quarter of an hour later, and it took a longer time for Aiwen to return to normal.

Even though the physical pain is fading away little by little, the huge spiritual trauma is still bleeding and rotting.

When Ai Wen was lying on the ground, unable to move his face against the damp bricks, the scene in his dream was always floating in his mind.

He was absolutely sure that what he saw was probably not his sea gnome roommate at all... but another kind of thing that gradually invaded the real world and sleep through the void and time through the soul of his hapless roommate. kind of existence.

That kind of thing is following Ivan.

"What the hell have I... done?"

Aiwen whispered softly, containing pain and despair.

There was a bloody smell in Aiwen's mouth, and the tip of his tongue hurt, probably because he accidentally bit himself during the convulsion just now.

When Aiwen was able to get up from the ground and maintain a basic physical activity of daily life, a long time had passed.

But Ivan may not find that the troublesome thing is not just his abnormally weak body and dangerous mental state.

Magic circles, rune disks, and the basic defenses built by magic statues, all the measures that Aiwen can build as a mage have been completely reduced to ruins.

Aiwen looked at the things that had cost him all his money and energy in disbelief, his mind went blank.

"For the sake of the goddess of magic..."

Ivan staggered to the front of the wall, and he took off a rather expensive rune plate from the wall, and gently stroked the completely uneven surface with his fingertips.

On the rune plate where the mithril has gradually begun to melt, all the reserved magic circuits have been completely blocked, and the magic circle, which was always spotless and glowing with magical brilliance, is now only dim, and the rune parts that make up the formation have changed from soft to soft. The bright color turned into lifeless light gray, and a layer of dust with a faint metallic smell covered it thinly.

As for those magic statues... well, Ivan felt that he really shouldn't look at those magic statues carefully.

Those statues seem to have spent 1 years in a dark and humid environment; the faces of the goddess of magic and the god of order have become blurred, and there are only two sunken black holes where the eyes should be, and a white line. The fat worm protruded its head out of it, and then slowly shrank back. The body of the Nightmare Snake had been broken into pieces, but a layer of off-white mucus covered those fragments. The huge snake head was originally exquisitely carved. It was extremely ferocious, but at this moment, it looked more like it was screaming in pain.

Aiwen felt a colic in his heart, but this pain did not come from his exhausted property, but from a deeper fear.

He almost didn't dare to look at the distorted expression on the statue of the goddess of magic anymore, he had an extremely ominous premonition.