Am I this skinny in another world?

It was the deepest night, and there was no dawn without moonlight.Only the silent black is driving people crazy.In a lifeless place where one cannot even perceive their own existence, the lingering undead raised their heads.

Even so, do you want to live on your last breath?

Is it really that important to be alive?

Jack knew he was in a dream.

Now he is of normal height, with sharp claws in his hands, and his camp is a supervisor. He is thousands of times more handsome and stylish than the cute and cute setting in the previous article.

What you can see when you open your eyes is the heavy decoration of Oletis Manor, wooden furniture, hanging paintings of old oil paintings, and carpets all over the floor from here to there—it is the residence of the survivors.

With one paw poking at the approaching mercenary, Jack acted as if he greeted in a normal way: "Yo, Neb, long time no see."

"What are you talking about? Didn't you just meet?" Naibu also easily dodged the opponent's unintentional blow, raised his eyes and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, I'm just thinking about how to send you to heaven next time." Jack said casually, noticing that Emma Woods was picking up plants in the garden outside the window.

As if feeling the sight, the gardener looked up upstairs with a cold expression.The twin flower masters indeed cultivated beautiful flowers in this manor, giving him warm red, bright yellow, elegant blue, pure white, and bitter black.

Withdrawing his slightly skeptical gaze, Jack leaned against the wall with his arms crossed and thoughtful.

Naib Sabeda was a little strange, standing a little far away and asked: "Your regulators can come to our side too? Doesn't that make you fall into trouble?"

"I heard that you want to beat me up in your dreams, so I'm here." Jack was still relentless, provoking the fragile nerves of the old world mercenaries.

"Farewell, let my dream be clean."

Jack looked at the scene that became illusory because of the mention of the word "dream", and he thought so.

He knew that fate would not let a plaything go in vain, and let him return to his original world without doing anything.

Everything in front of me twisted and circled like the imprint of the muse, and even the voice was indistinguishable.

"Snapped."

The dream was shattered, and Jack returned to the darkness. Such plain and light colors are the scenes in his daily dreams.

You said, if the time-travel experiences mentioned above are just dreams, then he never actually escaped from this nightmare hell, isn’t it absurd?

An idea popped up in Jack's mind, but he quickly denied it.

Impossible, even if there is a special existence in the manor that manipulates memory and life, he...he can't guarantee that what he sees is true.

Is the truth true?Is the truth false?

As long as you look outside the window of the dream, it is an abnormal blue sky and a sky without fog.Jack knew that he still hadn't left.

That piece of blue does not belong to Olytis, nor does it belong to him.

"Little Neb over there should be much cleaner now." Jack woke up from the dream and thought.

——But Naibu here is about to be driven crazy by you.

Jack acted as if nothing had happened, as if the dejected teenager from before was just an illusion.However, the eyes of the masses are discerning.

That Jack really sat on a chair and went to heaven hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Teammate love?what is that?Can I eat it?Is it tasty?how to eat?

This must be Jack, the 1-defeated survivor who usually pretentiously too much: ...

In the past few days, he seems to have become a rare animal that escaped from the zoo, and he is a little embarrassed when he goes there to attract everyone's attention.

"By the way, come here, lucky one." Jack said with a calm mind and waved.The lucky one who didn't know why stepped forward and was hugged by the boy on tiptoe.

"???"

"Suck Oupefe." Jack felt powerless.

He has always been... envious of this man who is very lucky in both the old and new worlds.Even if leaving with all the memories may be another kind of enviable misfortune.

Countless people are trapped in the secret of Olytis, but the lucky ones can get out.

Life is not equal.

Jack has been thinking about the past a lot lately.

In the foggy capital of London, the upper class is glamorous, while the slums are struggling to survive.The thick fog covered everything, and people couldn't see whether the faces of passersby coming and going were people or ghosts.

Crazy, crying, laughing, bleeding, everything is in the clouds.

What is the end of poverty.

hunger?cold?Humble?inability?disease?These are just vassals of poverty, making the ordinary life even more bleak, the bleak life loses its color, the colorless life is on the verge of being broken, and the broken life is completely desperate.

The end of poverty is death.

Jack always remembers the family living next door to him, who died peacefully on an ordinary night.The door is open, and the thief cannot touch what is under the eaves of the narrow hut, because there is nothing there.

They have nothing, including life.

Everyone in the slums is like this, desperately wanting to get something, but they can't even have the stars in the sky-this is the people-eating fog city.

Everything is between the fingers.

LONDON, across a street, across a river, the gap between money and status determines the fate of people in different worlds, understatement without leaving traces.

Singing and dancing to promote peace, feasting and feasting; ruined walls and ruins, notoriety.People here can choose what to eat or not to eat, while people over there can only choose to eat "this" and be hungry.

Good thing he got out of that damn place early.

In the past, he took the form of a ghost and made the fear of death come to everyone equally.In the fog, no one will know whether the "Ripper" will be his next target.

Like a god's inadvertent downcast eyes, staring at a person.

God is watching you.

Jack calmed down.Seeing the ignorance and innocence of his other younger self made him really sentimental.But if the other self also feels the same and is trapped by memories, he will have a lot of mental balance——

He is so happy that someone is as unlucky as he is!

Letting go of Lucky, the boy walked away briskly.

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