old room

Alvin's hands trembled.

He threw out the cluster of eyeballs almost reflexively, and the thing rolled on the ground a few times, and then was swallowed by the wet and thick dark red moss on the ground.

But from the beginning to the end, those round pupils were always gazing in Ivan's direction.

This scene completely broke Ivan.

Ai Wen hugged his head with his hands, and he knelt down slowly with his back against the wall of the corridor.The deep, indescribable despair finally overwhelmed him completely.

The young and pale mage apprentice completely gave up resistance, gave up running away, gave up thinking about how all this happened, and even gave up the hope of returning to his original life.

He felt like a flame that was about to go out, only the last bit of orange light and heat left.

"What the hell do you want to do?!!"

Alvin curled up his body like a baby, and he shook his body slightly uncontrollably.

Covering his ears, his own whispers sounded extra loud.

Oh no, that still sounds like a human language, but...

But some changes have emerged.

Aiwen can swear that if it were in reality, no one would understand what he said. When those words emerged from the swollen throat of the mage apprentice, it sounded like a series of muddy fricative and sobbing.

But someone—something—responded to Ivan's vague whispers.

Da da--

That weird voice grew louder than ever.

This seemingly endless tunnel, like the internal organs of a real creature, began to vibrate continuously.

The wet and soft touch came from Aiwen's back, as if someone had made a big blanket out of raw meat, trying to wrap his whole body in it from back to front.

Aiwen struggled slightly, like a poor little bug trapped deep in a spider web and injected with anesthesia.

But he quickly gave up resisting, and his head was a little dizzy.

A comfortable itching came from his back, and Aiwen turned his head in a daze. He saw his pale skin—it had been bonded to the dark red skin of the tunnel. is thus produced.

"Are you going to eat me?"

Ai Wen murmured, with an imperceptible sense of relief.

Could he finally be freed from this long torture?

Da da--

That grinding sound became more and more distinct.

Soon, Aiwen had to relax his body: more tentacles hung down from above the dome, and they wrapped around Aiwen's limbs like hungry poisonous snakes.

Ivan stared at them blankly with his head down. He watched numbly as the tiny tentacles like coral branches touched his body—then the fusion began.

A familiar itching came from the skin in contact with the tentacles, and soon, Aiwen's skin was also stained with the translucent color of those tentacles.

"Hee hee hee……"

Alvin heard a laugh, but it took him a while to realize it was his own.

Oh yes, it was he who was laughing.

"It's fake."

Alvin heard himself muttering in that strange voice.

That's right, it should be fake, he was just in a dream, it was just a nightmare.

And only in nightmares would there be such a scene-he was merging with some kind of monster, melting into each other's bodies.

This is something that can never happen in reality.

Everything is just a thought.

Yes, after all, even this so-called room is actually just his "imagination".

Aiwen's nerves relaxed, he felt as if he was melting, like a piece of soft butter accidentally placed on top of the fireplace, his skin became soft, moist, and dripped down drop by drop...

"Da da da……"

In the ears of the numb apprentice mage, those tentacles were also wriggling at the same time, and their mucus-filled skin rubbed against Aiwen's ear canal, making a small sound.

【"Aiwen—Aiwen—you—"】

It was an unusually weird and awkward sound, which came from the depths of Ivan's ear canal through those tiny tentacles.

Although Ai Wen felt that he had completely given up all hope of survival, when he heard the voice, he couldn't help but tremble.

The voice sounded a little familiar.

Kind of like the voice of a sea gnome.

But Ivan would never feel that the voice really came from his unlucky former roommate, because even the dullest person would not miss the weirdness contained in that voice...

Unspeakable distortions...

It felt like a certain creature, a creature that violated all the laws so that it should not exist on this plane at all, was using the sea gnome's vocal cords to convey a message to Aiwen.

He is using the sea gnome's voice.

【"Ivan—"】

He repeated Alvin's name.

It took a long time for Aiwen to realize that He was answering Aiwen's question.

[What exactly do you want to do? ! ! 】——Ivan once asked him this way.

And He is giving the answer now.

【"Ivan."】

Yes, what he wants is Alvin.

He wants him.

Evan trembled.

Immediately afterwards, he "sees" something: not through vision (his eyeballs have been covered in dense tentacles and then dissolved), much less through any of the senses he can understand, but he still "sees" lost him.

In fact, it is almost impossible for you to use human language or thoughts to summarize its outline, but if you have to force it, it can probably be described as a mass of... evil shadows.

Yes, utterly wicked and utterly twisted.

It seems that even light and time will be entangled as they flow across the surface of his body.

Countless tentacles merged with the rotating nebula, twisting, wriggling, and constantly changing dark shapes.

And in the very center of that group of shadows, there are two cloudy lights, one red and one yellow.

Those are His eyes.

Ai Wen finally discovered one thing...

He had already left his "room", far away from the tunnel like the dark monster's guts, and far away from the only space that could protect him.

He was floating among the stars, naked, defenseless, in the sight of "His."

And even if it's just a sight...

just sight...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh—"

——Iwen let out a continuous scream that didn't sound like a human voice.