The invulnerability of fast wear

"The world mission has been completed, and the system will issue rewards to the host. The host can choose from the following three weapons, which can be used in the next world."

The man stood with his arms folded in front of the tilted floating panel. This time, the available instruments were scalpels, medical forceps, and syringes. He knew it well, and closed the selection panel familiarly:

"Wait until the world is loaded."

Glancing at the slanted light above his head that was almost at the same level as his chest and abdomen, Wu Xie sighed:

"Although I've tried my best to tell him everything I need to tell him, I'm still afraid... He doesn't seem to understand at all, and I didn't realize until the last world—"

Lifting the broken hair on his forehead, he whispered:

"He is not a person who will forget because of pain. In this regard, we are very similar."

After breaking away from Victoria's world, Wu Xie realized that he and that person were very clear about the source of the pain in this relationship. Like him, Mr. Yan would not choose to erase all memories because of the pain. This person has always been Remember, every minute and every second is never forgotten.

The time spent with each other is like a fragile bubble. A world is a miniature of all emotions. When the task is completed, this bubble will shatter in the air, and nothing will be left, only what has been refracted on the surface of the bubble The grotesqueness is their common property. Even if it gradually peels off like paint, it cannot be completely weathered after all.

However, there is still a gap erected in it.

Wu Xie has never wanted to know a person so much.

A brief heart-to-heart talk in the world of Victoria can't stop his growing yearning and longing. He wants to know what kind of past the other party has, what kind of preferences and hobbies he has, and even wants to know in detail what kind of sports the other party loves, what kind of music he likes, and what he hates. He wants to know what kind of color, whether it is dark or light.

This huge system world built a straight-line bridge between him and that person, but at the same time, it was also cast into a huge soundproof glass to separate them. They were clearly close at hand, but they were so empty and far away that they seemed to be standing on two sides of the world. end.

They can look at each other, can see the mouth shape clearly, but they can’t even hear what the other party is saying, their hands and feet are suspended like puppets, and they dance mechanically in front of the glass under the distribution of rules. All the thoughts they want to express can only rely on short-term And the breathing space of the fragments is difficult to pass.

What kind of existence is a scalpel?

And why did he appear here?

What does Mr. Yan have to do with him?

After going out, will his memory also face the choice of clearing or not?

He's just like that guy.

He didn't want to forget.

"Mr. Yan is a rational person, he will definitely make what he thinks is the right decision." The system said, "You will all go back safely, don't worry."

The man looked down at the snow-white soft light spreading out from his palm, which stretched into the distance like silk and satin.

"……uncertain."

"?" The system failed to understand what he meant.

"This beam of light." He raised his head slightly, letting the white light shine into his eyes, "Will it be my guide to the real world?"

"The host already had such a guess." The system replied with a trace of surprise, "Yes, when the light beam is at the same level as the space you are in, the host can safely return to the real world through it and go to this place. end of treatment."

"Yeah, I have a deeper layer of speculation."

Eyelashes gleamed like white feathers soaked in mercury, Wu Xie lowered his eyes and asked unintentionally:

"System, am I dead..."

"--No!"

The moment the system quickly interrupted his question, the light above his head suddenly flickered.

The whole black world rolls stiffly like a cube!

The huge shaking almost immediately caused the unsupported man to fall to the ground. He tried to get up and stand firm, but the overly smooth plane suddenly tilted sharply!

The man fell down again, the sound of the flesh colliding with the wall made a muffled sound, the pain spread from the friction, and the light and shadow were projected on the monotonous white lining, Wu Xie wanted to grab something, but the only thing he could hold tightly was air, The only thing he can do is to be rolled around at will along this unshakable force—even, he is about to fall out of the dark boundary!

At this moment, he really felt the fear of death, and he tried his best to bend his body to increase the friction, but it didn't work. As his thoughts whirled, he roared hysterically:

"I know, I'm not dead, I'm not dead! I'm not dead! Stop...I'm not dead, I'm not dead..."

Following this hypnotic swearing, the light flickered a few times, then stabilized again, the bottom plane returned to its original state from its inclination, and the man's body was firmly supported by horizontal lines as before. Everything that was chaotic before was like a scene. A dream that never existed.

But the uncontrollable trembling reminded Wu Xie that this was not a meaningless dream.

His heart seemed to fall into the most terrible abyss here, and began to sink without end.

"Host..." There was worry in the electronic voice.

"..."

The man gasped and looked at the slanted white beam, opened his mouth in shock, and his Adam's apple moved slightly.

"It's okay," he said. "It's just an operation, it's over soon...right."

He forced a smile on the top of his head in despondency, and the fear in his eyes gradually settled, transforming into a silence facing reality, but there was still a bit of sadness in this silence:

"Before... didn't you promise me to shoot Cthulhu's cosplay? Come and shoot a set while there is still time."

"……it is good."

The three-dimensional space gradually changes into a sky full of dark clouds, and the distant lighting is like a loose pupil, overlooking the virtual world.

Sitting on a stool with high iron legs, the man put his index finger on his chin, and the huge sickle propped between his arms was like a black moon separating him from the space, showing a calm sobriety in the aftermath of blood.

He poses in various poses under the prompts of the system. When he is not smiling, his sharpness is clearer than ever. It seems that something has stripped some emotions from him. All he can show is that he is more depressed than before. soul.

Alone, the tip of the knife wanders.

Lonely, waiting for yesterday.

Only that person becomes the pointer of the whole world, giving him the hope to face the future without hope.

Mr. Yan.

Who are you?

……

The last gesture was a sacrifice to the indescribable. The sickle in the man's hand turned into stardust and scattered. He looked up at the huge white moon of Lake Roma, and a piano piece called Moonlight rose in the center of the lake.

"After going out from here, the host can get the finished film directly." The system said, "Please check out the negatives you like first, so that the system can print for you online."

Wu Xie heard the simulated sound of the camera lens retracting, and just checked a few negatives that he thought were good, and suddenly felt palpitations.

The moonlight song shattered in an instant, and the cos suit revealed flowing blue 1s and 0s. When the white light that cleared everything spread to the surroundings, he sensed that there was a huge force different from the previous worlds mixed in it, quietly swaying his spirit. Wrapped in layers, it seems to be trying to isolate him from the perfect passage leading to the world, and send him to another unknown place.

"system!"

"what happened?"

The rough drinking obviously scared the system that was about to start the transmission, but that subtle force was also hidden in the loud drinking. The host who realized the usefulness calmed down and asked in a low voice:

"Did you forget to mention something?"

"what?"

"The virus that forcibly opens the patch mode..."

Dazzling light swept over everything like snow, covering this empty world in silver.

The water waves swayed layer by layer.

A brief clearness emerges.

he sees.

The blurry world beyond the water waves.

Salvator: Underworld with Elevated Difficulty