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The Komoda dragon lizard turned around, and the beast of this tribe walked on two legs, and its free front legs were slender but covered with tight muscles, and with the swirling force driven by the thick lower plate, the long arms swung forward to brush out a broken sound in the air. I hurriedly leaped backwards to avoid the oppression in front of me, but the Komoda lizard's sturdy arms were lined with rows of red feathers, which were dragged at high speed to form sharp blades that extended the range of the attack.

I miscalculated the distance, and the unexpected feather blade hurt me.

Blood was pouring down my forehead, and my vision was bright red.

…… How to put it? The crimson blood, the pungent smell of rust, and the rich smell that spread through the air...... It made a stark difference in how I felt about my surroundings.

Although the wound on my forehead healed quickly, the bleeding stopped, and my body was unaffected and continued to dodge the rapid onslaught of the Komoda dragon lizard, I always felt that the movement of my body was very unnatural.

And then - I jumped and landed after a step, and my foot stepped into the air.

The giant tail of the Komoda dragon lizard twisted and flicked across my eyes, and the next second, my vision was plunged into darkness.

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………。

What's going on?

I remember being in a wilderness full of yellow sand, but now I'm in a forest of long grass and grass. And, unbelievably, I have the impression that I have been here in the past in this green world.

When?

I can't judge at all. And why I'm here myself, I don't understand why.

Maybe, I'm dreaming, right?

That explanation makes sense.

If this is a dream, it means that I was knocked unconscious by the Komoda lizard in the mistake I just made...... Or maybe he's already dead.

If I am really in a dream, how is the dream composed?

On whose memory is it?

I've only had the experience of living in a casino, and I've always thought so, because the past experience is very vague. So, whose memories are the vivid worlds that you can see come from?

Can the "Encyclopedia in the Brain" answer me?

………。

That guy usually has so many mouths, why is he silent now......

Hey, answer me? I want to know some questions, give me information, talk quickly!

The "Encyclopedia in the Brain" is not gone, I can still feel the existence of that guy, although the benchmark of this judgment is intuitive, but it will not be wrong, I firmly believe it...... Perhaps, this is the beast's sixth sense.

The "Encyclopedia in the Brain" is like being cut off by something, my voice can't reach there, and it naturally can't answer my questions. Moreover, the proof that this isolation is because the guy is sleeping is unfounded, and again, is just my guess.

So, in other words, if I have a real feeling in this world that I have not been in, but there is an impression, then the source of the impression can be assumed to belong to the "encyclopedia in the brain" of the body with which I coexist.

And its experience turns into memories to build this green and vivid world.

………！

As I stayed there and pondered, a strong breath wafted through my nose.

I turned my head to follow the direction the breath came from, and suddenly it felt that it was not enough to find the direction, the breath seduced me, prompting me to explore its existence more actively.

I stood up, but as my field of vision rose, an unnatural feeling came over my chest. Because I noticed that my vision was not as wide as it used to be, because my legs were much shorter than usual.

Also, the way I stand has changed from two feet to four legs.

The palms and soles of my feet became unfamiliar, short and small, and my nails were no longer flat, but sharp as the claws of beasts. It sank deep into the moist soil beneath me, steadying me up and my chest up.

I stood still, and every time I touched the land, I felt like I was giving back. It took me a while to get used to it, and when I had built up my confidence, I took a quick leap on all fours and walked through the damp earth.

I lifted the tip of my nose, the unfamiliar part of the nose was black, but it still had the same keen smell as before.

The nose is a little pointy, which is very convenient to borrow to remove the long dark green grass that blocks the way, and it is very slender, exploring unknown territory to detect danger in advance. The grass-covered boulders were avoided by the nose before I hit it.

I flattened a lot of long grass, and along the way, I left a trail of broken leaves and mud behind me. Then I heard a gurgling sound. I don't need to turn my head in particular, the pairs of long ears on either side of my head have moved to the right position to listen to the sound of running water in the wind.

The sound and the breath that attracted me came from the direction of progress.

I picked up my pace, and then I started running. After getting used to four-legged movements, the speed of movement is not comparable to that of two-legged walking, especially the strength of jumping into the sky.

I easily climbed higher into the sky, and the scenery below opened my horizons at will.

With a thud, I crushed the dead branches between the soil and fell to the ground recklessly. After a period of soothing activity, I finally arrived at my destination, a place of hope with a cross-cutting view of flowing water as a backdrop.

I was greeted there by a group of humans.

It is a group of people who are both familiar and strange.

I haven't seen the faces of those people, but the "Encyclopedia of the Brain" ...... The self-aware spirit that someone else left in my head, but with the time I spent with.

The group sensed my presence and changed, the group separated, and a white-haired man who seemed to be old walked towards me.

No, I was wrong, the man was not old, but his hair was too pale, and it was easy to give the wrong impression from a distance. He crouched down, his smooth face barely visible with fine lines, and a pair of dark eyes. His gaze was at my level, and the deep pupils captured all my attention, and the pair of eyes lodged with strong thoughts, which only raised my wariness.