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This day is enough to rank as one of my worst nightmares, because when I woke up, my screaming became a high-pitched and high-pitched woman's characteristic in an instant.Don't look at how calm I am when I talk about it now, but at the time, I was really almost crazy.

——When you hear the person in the dream say that you can wake up from a very unlucky and hurtful dream, and you happily wait to wake up to see if your body is not as comforting as it was in the dream, What you see next makes you wish you hadn’t woken up—at least in the dream, you can comfort yourself that it’s just a dream anyway, but what else can you comfort yourself in reality?Then you will definitely have the same reaction as me.

Too bad it's me and not you that's going through this shit, it's just so unfortunate for me.Alas, I really don’t want to face the fact that I found out at the time. When I woke up, I smelled a bloody smell that filled the whole room, and then I was suddenly awakened by the same pain that I felt in my dream. Looking down at my waist in disbelief——

I found out that I have no waist.My waist, at the foot of my bed, is completely separated from my upper body that I use to think. The blood slowly flowing from my "waist" soaked my bed.

I thought, isn't this really a dream within a dream?But the lucidity of my mind, the brightness of the colors in my eyes, and the reality of my senses all told me, yes, something cut off my waist, and the dreams I had were not just dreams. with real consequences.I felt the pain blankly, stared blankly at the lower body which was some distance away from me, smelled the bloody smell blankly, didn't know what else to do, what else to think, I didn't even remember calling [-] .

But after a big meeting, I realized that after such a serious injury and bleeding so much, I was not dead yet! ! !Despite the severe pain, dizziness and weakness from the massive blood loss, I was still alive and wondering why I wasn't dead yet!

This kind of situation made me feel lucky. Maybe, what I am experiencing now is just a dream?It's just a little more realistic, haha.I had no other possibility to look forward to, and only this one hope, so I waited for this "dream" to end with some anticipation.

…Then I waited for a day and a night, and when I was really impatient, I struggled to use half of my body, jumped out of bed, and suddenly brought up a big wave of blood. Strangely, the blood hasn’t stopped yet .

I found out my mobile phone, looked at my still alive lower body, and thought that it might not be too late to sew it up now, and maybe I could become a healthy person again, but all of this, after I dialed [-], But after hearing a voice that could not appear on the other side of [-], half of his body became stiff.

It was a very strange male voice, and there was an unstoppable gasp between speeches, and the gasping was caused by laughter.

He was saying, "How about it, how does it feel to be cut in half? But, it's not all about that."

"Who are you?" I asked nervously, it sounded like he knew my current situation, could it have something to do with him?

"Play a game with me. Of course, you don't have the right to refuse. So let's start, my little baby. I hope you can protect your beloved waist."

"Hey!"

Before I could ask, the self-talking voice had disappeared, and the call I was going to make to [-] was never made, and I was still half embarrassed, looking at my body with blood. When I was walking, I suddenly felt a pain in my waist, as if some hook was hooking my non-existent waist, dragging me out of the room abruptly.

After spinning around, I felt the touch of my feet on the ground, and what surprised me the most was that my waist was actually on my body before I had time to observe the surrounding environment!Believe me, if your waist has been cut off in the middle, you will find it instantly after your waist comes back. The difference between having a waist and not having a waist is really too big!

I touched my waist in disbelief, and touched it carefully, as if I was afraid that my waist would fall off my body like a fragile thing if I was not careful.The way I hold my waist is ridiculous, like a pregnant woman holding herself in a classic posture, but I don’t feel ridiculous and self-deprecating anymore, I’m teary-eyed, I really didn’t realize this until after I lost my waist Structure matters!

I supported my waist and began to look around, but the joy just now was washed away.This turned out to be a battlefield!And it is definitely not the Chinese cold weapon battlefield that I can accept in comparison, but it is shining everywhere, some are wearing magic robes, waving magic wands, some are emitting light from swords, and there are strange-looking creatures running around. It's like a battlefield in another world!

That man said he wanted to play a game with me that I had no right to refuse, did he just let me live here?God, how does it look like a trick of infinite horror!I quickly scanned my whole body, but I didn't find anything unusual on my body that could give me some hints, but I'm just an ordinary otaku with no strength at all!The only thing I can think of is to quickly hide in the pile of corpses and pretend to be dead.

It's not that I haven't thought about it, what would I do if I lived in the war years? But how to choose a tricky posture and position, and how to pretend to be more similar.

I smelled a strong smell of blood, which came from the "bunker" in front of me and behind me. They seemed to have died not long ago. Under such a noisy sound, I could still hear the sound of blood bubbles bursting and surging.I curled up, trying to make my posture more comfortable, so that I could stay still for a long time, and at the same time, I still didn't forget to grope my whole body quietly, trying to find something that could remind me of my current sad situation.

Finally, I feel from the ankle that there is a rope tied to it, and something is still hanging from it.I tugged hard, but didn't break the rope, instead it hurt my flesh. I could only carefully roll up my trouser legs, adjusting my posture so that I could see it.

It was an irregular piece of metal the size of a coin, and there seemed to be some pattern on it, but I couldn't see it clearly from my angle. I touched it with my hand, but the tentacles were smooth and cold.I forced myself to calm down, trying to figure out a way to get rid of this cruel battlefield, I don't know how long they will fight, the otaku's slack body can't stay still like this forever.

Irregular pieces of metal attached to the feet?What is this?Is it a prop?How to start?Isn't this kind of thing usually hung around the neck?

Etc., etc!I remembered!Isn't this the golden finger of a literary hero I wrote?Quickly think about the plot!

It seems to be written by me a few years ago, the name is "Golden Shield God", this irregular brand is because the male protagonist is afraid that the relic left by his parents will be found hanging around his neck and will be stolen after being drafted. It was only hung on the unobtrusive position of the feet. In fact, it was only because the things hung around the necks of the male protagonists in those days would always be found to be treasures and things that recognized relatives, so I came up with something different. Terrier, although it was later discovered when the male protagonist and the female protagonist fell in love with the female protagonist, and this brand is a shield made by the male protagonist's father with a discarded artifact. I referred to the Marvel family at the time The golden finger set by the superhero Captain America's weapon, but it will not be activated until the middle of the plot. From then on, the protagonist is unstoppable and has become a god-level big shot.

I was overjoyed, this golden finger is very powerful, if it can inspire me, I can definitely escape from the battlefield, and maybe I can have a very powerful new start or something.

I only have a little memory of that article. After all, it was an old thing written a few years ago, but the setting of the golden finger hanging on the ankle is still fresh in my memory. I really can't remember when the literary circles are all the same and the stalks are all the same.

At that time, after the hero was conscripted into the battlefield, the first battle he experienced was extremely bloody, but how did he survive?I tried my best to recall my writing mode and my character at that time, guessing that maybe he escaped by pretending to be dead.It seems that I have a little memory, and then it seems that he slipped away quietly after the war, and finally met the unknown dragon who came here to drink blood, and then abducted the unknown dragon to be his mount with his three-inch tongue. The beginning of the male protagonist's dominance career.

So, it shouldn't be a problem to play dead so safely?I thought very well, but suddenly I felt a vibration in the ground lying on me. I squinted my eyes and saw who made the big move just right at me. I quickly rolled forward and even I ran around scrambling, but seeing that I couldn't escape, my heart felt like shit, obviously there was no such thing in the plot I wrote!

Now only the cheat I wrote can save me.Think about it, what is the condition to activate the golden shield?Is it blood or a spell?No, it seems that I didn't write there at all and got stuck!

The golden shield was activated in the middle of the plot, but I abandoned it before I wrote it. I only remembered it now, because I borrowed Captain America’s weapon. The previous hint made the US team fans in the comment area scold me very badly, so I abandoned the article, and the triggering conditions were not written yet.

Now the golden finger is hanging on my ankle, but this weapon is not a golden shield, it's just a small brand.The aftermath of the big move has swept over me, I turned around helplessly, Ya Die!I watched my body split in half again and I lost my waist again.