I have become stronger, but also shorter [comprehensive]

Here... is a dream.

"He" "saw" a man in the dream.

The man sits half-reclining among thorns of broken, broken swords and sharp weapons.All around, there are mountains of corpses and seas of blood all over the place.

He was severely wounded, the broken knife and halberd sank into his body, and the wound that almost spanned his chest was opened ferociously, as if he could see his lungs.

The man should have silver hair, but the silver color was covered in crimson a long time ago, and blood stains coagulated everywhere on his body.

The golden pupil suddenly appeared in the pool of blood.

Across the hell-like corpse mountain and sea of ​​blood, there is a flame that can still burn unyieldingly in the golden pupil.

Even at this moment, he was indeed about to die.

……

well.

"He" confirmed that this man was himself.

Of course, it's not just because all the characteristics of a man match him.Silver hair, golden eyes, the key is the sharp eyes.

Leaving aside the cover of blood, the man's expression was calm.You can even see the corners of its mouth curled up.

The "he" who suddenly appeared here was angry.

The heavy injury did not resonate with him, but his anger actually came from himself before he died.

--what are you laughing at?

Inexplicably, he saw the sarcasm from the smile on his lips.To this battle, to the world, or to the irony of including himself in it.

——An annoying expression... Do you know what will happen, and you will end up like this!

It is precisely because of memory loss that he "sees" himself, and "sees" himself who seemed extremely safe before death, that he is so irritable.

Sure enough, it was the same as the little bit of impression that remained.

He died once.

Before, he looked like this, skipped the vague but extremely important process, and the last thing left is the current him:

Hanging the tattered black long coat on the body, the sleeves grew a lot, and the straight silver hair became messy... small!No!point!

Even in a dream, the "little one" became more and more angry as he thought about it.

He kicked off the hem of the clothes hanging in front of his feet, strode forward—and almost slipped because he stepped on the hem of the clothes—stretched out his hand in an astonishing manner, as if he wanted to lift the lifeless "self", and asked loudly :

"Death should be more clear! Bastard! How did you make 'me' like this, you—"

"E..."

"...?"

His hands froze suddenly.

I almost thought that there was an auditory hallucination, or that ghosts floated out of the corpses all over the floor, howling mournfully.

But the truth is, it seems, someone is calling him.

call him by name.

"Be louder."

It's so small it's barely audible.

"..."

"Dally..."

He was angry.

The golden eyes, which were exactly the same as the man's, suddenly widened, bursting with anger that seemed to explode, and stared at the dark and gloomy sky.

"I'm calling you, yell louder!"

I don't know if someone is really spying in the dark and can respond in time.But just by such a coincidence, his voice fell, and the voice that had been vague all this time finally became clear for the first time.

Although he only called out once, it was only that one name.

— E... Rick.

……

……

Oh, his name is Eric.

Eric's irritability has continued from the dream to the present.

"This is the place where Bubba and the hamster talked about?"

He stopped in front of what was probably the conference hall, stared blankly at the door in front of him for a while, and twitched the corners of his mouth impatiently.

Raise your hand and push it hard!

The closed door made a clicking sound, and it almost overstretched and hit the wall.

Although this was not a loud noise, the explosion was enough to startle the people in the hall.

Everyone looked back at the same time, and the teacher with a unique hairstyle standing at the front raised his head and looked straight at the place where the light suddenly exploded.

"who is it?"

"It's too late for you to come here..."

"Huh—isn't that?!"

Rustling, various sounds came from all directions, but unexpectedly it only rang for a few seconds.

The next moment, all the murmurs disappeared, whether it was due to the time being up or for other reasons.

From such a large and solemn scene, plus the conspicuous banner hanging in the middle of the conference hall, it can be seen that this is the mobilization scene before the entrance examination for the new students of Xiongying High School.

Under the premise that all the prospective high school students who hope to pass the test and become a member of Xiongying are present, the person who came in last and made a lot of noise was not held accountable, and was directly kicked out by the teacher in charge for "causing a loose attitude" Exam.

Because he wasn't actually late.

On time, at the moment when there was still one second before the set deadline, he came in and sat down on the corner of the last row.

The figure was shrouded in shadows in the corner, so he couldn't see clearly for the time being.

But the astonishing aura of no strangers entering, cold and dangerous, was obviously conveyed with excellent effect.

Eric crossed his arms and sat on the seat.

He probably came in to hear what the entrance test was for, but the yellow barb who was speaking at the front—it seemed to be the teacher of the school—talked too much irrelevant, and he listened patiently for half a sentence before thinking about it listened.

There is another thing to do with all your might.

His eyelids were wide open, and after a while, he slowly and unconsciously...

No, I suddenly realized it, and opened it again!

Silently, the silver-haired boy kept a straight face, fighting fiercely with himself.

This was not an idle and boring move, but because he wholeheartedly felt that it was impossible for a powerful [man] like himself to succumb to sleepiness.

Damn it, it's all because of this shrunken body! ! !

So, don't admit defeat!Must persevere to the end--

"Are you sleepy?"

"Who said I was sleepy, how could it be possible!"

Instinctively denied it.

The indifferent Eric woke up for a second.

He raised the eyelid of one eye alone, revealing a slightly blurred golden pupil, as if the fog had not cleared, but he didn't seem to know it yet, so he cast his gaze over it.

"..."

"What?"

What a surprise, Eric asked back.

"It's nothing."

The little ghost next door said plainly, but his eyes were a little strange.

The kid's hair was half white and half red, and there was a scar in the socket of one eye.

He also seemed to be the indifferent type of person, and the reason why he spoke was because in just a few minutes of sitting here, he saw the eyelids of the last person from the next door drop and lift, and repeated dozens of times.

After observing silently for a while, he finally opened his mouth to say a few words.

After looking at each other, the two people who don't want to talk have nothing to say.

But, even so, it's weird.

Eric dozed off the whole time (no! He didn't!), and the teacher in charge said something passionately on stage, but he basically didn't listen to it, and it was difficult for him to fall asleep (no!).

But that doesn't mean he was still in a daze at the end.

First, a piece of paper with information such as his photo and name was handed over from the side.

Then, the flat and muffled voice of the little ghost that I heard before sounded again: "Simulate a block exercise, you need to use your 'personality' in the test, and defeat the corresponding 'imaginary enemy' to earn points... "

Is this a special explanation for him?

Eric: "Huh? Oh."

Sim Street... what the hell?Just do it, right?Speaking of which, why did he insist on coming here in a daze——

cut.

Inexplicably, he glanced at the kid with a dull expression, and Eric roughly judged that although the other party's motives were unknown, there should be no malicious intentions.

It doesn't matter if there is, he doesn't care what other people think.

The little ghost saw that he was not an ordinary person, and tried to curry favor with him, which was a bit of a vision.

But even with this thought, Eric's thigh is not so easy to hug!

"Tsk, although I don't need you to talk too much, but for the sake of your vision."

Eric nodded slightly in satisfaction: "I can cover you for this test. Alright, let's go."

Before all the test takers swarmed away after hearing the content of the test clearly, Eric, who came in last, disappeared in a flash, leaving only the kind kid who had just stood up and had no time to speak again—it’s not good to refer to him like this all the time , his name is Hong Jiao Dong.

Hong Jiaodong: "?"

However, he is a recommended student and does not need to take the exam.

*****

The important content of the entrance test, the simulation exercise, kicked off soon.

Hundreds of people who took the exam gathered at the entrance of the simulated block, and when they heard the order to start, they rushed in immediately.

Here, someone actually slowed down a few steps and dragged it to the end.

The green-haired boy was not only nervous, but he was also looking around with a flustered and inexplicably anxious expression, as if he was looking for someone who should be conspicuous, but was unexpectedly not in the crowd——

Of course Eric wasn't hanging out with the brats.

He insisted that he was a tall, mighty, mature man, and he probably got dizzy by the inflatable man and the hamster principal when he came to take part in this test, so he went straight into the test area.

Occupied the heights alone.

The lonely figure stood against the wind, and Eric looked like he looked down upon all living beings.

He saw the "imaginary enemy" walking in the block, but the posture of intimidating children seemed to him to be pretending, and he couldn't get up the energy to deal with it.

Still couldn't help but yawned.

Just when he seemed to let his guard down.

"Bang bang—"

A robot "imaginary enemy" prowling the street found him standing on the top floor of a high-rise building—or above the fence of the roof. His whole body was rattling, and he raised his mechanical arm as if to attack him.

Even more coincidentally, at the same time.

"The guy at that time...was you!!!"

The noisy voice appeared, and it was especially harsh.

Eric heard it and looked underground.

A thorn-headed imp was hopping underneath.He put on a humiliated and furious face, as if he wanted to rush up to him to have a showdown.

never seen it.

do not know.

Eric raised his eyebrows, he had no impression of him, so naturally he didn't have to pay attention.

but.

The thorn-headed brat then threw out a sentence.There were absolutely forbidden words in that sentence, and when Eric heard it, he turned around suddenly, and his expression changed accordingly.

"Arrogant dwarf up there! I want you to—"

"……dwarf?

Boom.

The string called reason or patience broke at this moment, without even giving a chance to hesitate.

"Who is... dwarf! Bastard brat!!!"

The temperature dropped sharply, and even the hard reinforced concrete made a sound of crackling and freezing.

Is a familiar scene about to appear? !

In just a split second, a loud bang echoed over the entire simulated block.

The imaginary enemy that stopped downstairs and was about to attack was pierced by an ice pick at some point.

And at that moment, the damaged body was the center.

A vertical transparent "long line" appeared behind it, which was actually a suddenly rising ice wall.

It doesn't matter if the ice wall is used as a line, because when it is pulled down, it penetrates all the imaginary enemies that appear on this long straight road, and even covers the ground with frost.

Eric was very angry.

Although he actually restrained himself somewhat, given his good ears, he could hear voices from quite a distance.

From the girls who happened to admire his heroic appearance:

"Wow……"

"well……"

"That fierce, short kid, so—cute!"

Eric: "What?!"

He is super fierce: "Who is talking nonsense!"