Naxi was tossing and turning on the bed, his brow furrowed, and his painful and patient appearance could make most of the opposite sex feel pity for those who didn't know him.

Nightmares chased him through chaos and disorder, and when he dived into the deepest ocean of the unconscious, all his fears became tangible in the most vivid way, constantly haunting his dreams.

The man's eyes suddenly widened!

He saw it!

Someone is folding the reality dimension, the world is a paper ring, they are always on the outside side, but if that's the case, why......

Slender fingers gripped the quilt tightly.

No, this can never be the truth!

These were Naxi's last thoughts before he fell into a coma.

Black.

Endless black.

Even though he was unconscious, this time the nightmare didn't burrow into his brain, only the eternal blackness, and the terrifying calm.

Nothing, nothing.

He couldn't breathe.

Having already dived too far, is it still possible for him to surface the sea?

He didn't want to think about it anymore.

Rumble!

The white light roared like a train, pushing him out into the darkness without any sound or touch.

Naxi opened his eyes.

Myself......

What were you just thinking?

Although he was full of doubts at the moment, the cautious habit of life still made his body move before thinking, and tried to observe the surrounding environment.

It didn't seem to be as dazzling as he had imagined, but as his consciousness gradually cleared up, his mind was no longer muddy, and he slowly saw everything around him.

He was in a place that instinctively frightened and disgusted him.

The white stone bricks are built into a white wall with a certain curve, and there is a square window hole at a height of two meters, the side length is only about ten centimeters, and Naxi can see the night sky and purple stars outside through the window hole.

There were two oil lamps hanging on the walls, and it was the orange-yellow light that provided Naxi with the conditions to observe the environment.

In addition to these, this fan-shaped room has a rudimentary wooden bed, and the only way to the outside world is a rusty iron door.

After seeing the environment clearly, Naxi's first reaction was to rush to the iron door and try to open it.

As expected, the door was completely locked.

Naxi reached out and tapped on the door lock, and the magic flashed, but the door lock didn't change in the slightest.

Does magic not work too?

Although he lost his body, Naxi's magical attainments regressed a lot, so that he didn't even have room to fight back in front of the lake fairy, but his understanding of magic was not lagging behind, but he improved after death, but the situation of the door lock not changing was also extremely special in his eyes.

It doesn't look like magic, and the known anti-magic metal resistance spells can't be motionless, is it new......

Naxi paused suddenly.

He always felt like he had forgotten something.

Seems like a doubt.

A question that still existed in his mind just now, that question must have been no more than ten minutes since it was born, it should be the first thing he thought about after he woke up, it seemed to be related to something earlier, but now he can't remember that question.

All he knew was a question that had existed in his head.

If you can't think of it, forget it, let's focus on the situation in front of you.

This place was very familiar to him, and he was very resistant and frightened, and it seemed that just staying in this place made him restless.

That's why he rushed to the iron gate in the first place, because he didn't want to stay in this place for even a second.

But why is he here?

Naxi struggled to think about the cause and effect of the incident, and all he knew, but the feedback he received sent chills down his back.

Because he couldn't remember any reason why he was here, or even what he was doing some time ago, and it was then that he discovered a terrible reality.

Although he remembered what he had done:

Kill his own teacher, try to join the Anlans Wizards Guild but be turned away, protect the entire village in front of the bandits, and get the collective gratitude of the villagers and the unrequited love of a young girl.

The first person he killed was a sixteen-year-old thief, he left his homeland and fled to Anlans, he secretly kidnapped the civilians around him in order to get a glimpse into the mysteries of the human body, challenged the young dragon who slaughtered the townspeople, and almost died there, and he completed his own evil witchcraft and opened up to his teacher for the first time.

It was all in his mind.

But he couldn't string together the timeline of his memories, and he didn't know anything about what happened first and what happened later, so he could only guess through the specific content of his memories.

His memories have lost their continuity and become fragments one after another, and if he doesn't recall them, he can't automatically recall them in his thoughts like a normal person.

Naxi reached out and stroked the white wall.

He had already found out from his memory what the building was all about.

This is a tower.

The tower that belonged to his teacher.