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When Evan was forcibly awakened, it took him a long time to come back to reality from the nightmare that had become so long that it seemed to be eternal.

In fact, this "long time" refers to two full days and nights.

According to others, for two whole days and nights, he continued to scream until blood flowed from his throat and ears.

And if Allister hadn't tied his hands and feet with his quick hands, he would have almost pulled out his own eyes with his fingers.

"We've tried to use the lucid spell, but the magic particles are too thin to gather. And almost all of the potions have failed and deteriorated...... I know you should be having a hard time right now, but...... I'm sorry. ”

Allister sat beside Aven, and he spoke in a strangely cautious tone, as if Evan would jump up and bite his throat in the next second—though Evan was curled up in the corner, his hands and feet firmly bound by thick chains, and his mouth was embedded with a black shackle, so difficult to move that he couldn't swallow his saliva.

But who knows......

Maybe Evan actually tried to bite Allister when he was in a nightmare, after all, the way the latter looks now really doesn't have anything to do with decency.

The red-haired mage looked haggard and withered, his eyes sunken into their sockets, and his lips so white that they seemed to be covered with a thin layer of silver frost. In contrast, Aven's complexion looks much better than Allister's (provided you ignore Avan's constantly shaky eyes and apparently problematic mental state, of course).

The apprentice mage, who had been greatly tortured in some unlocatable space, was in reality like a flower containing venom, filled with a soul-stirring charm and charm, his pupils were dark and deep because of the dilation, his skin was like the finest silk, pale and soft, with a small shimmer, and his bright red lips became more conspicuous against the background of that snow-white cheek.

No one can escape the beauty of this pale doll, not even Evan Reeves's madness seems to add a twisted and irresistible charm to this evil beauty.

No one ever said it, but all those who came into contact with Evan had that hazy and forbidden thought in their hearts.

Yes, that's right, if Evan wasn't that crazy and delirious, he probably wouldn't be that ...... It's overwhelming and confusing.

Evan shrugged his shoulders nervously, and he swayed his head mechanically in the corner, like a puppet with a loose spring that hadn't been properly maintained.

"Hey, Aven, can you hear me?"

Aven's strange appearance made Allister a little nervous, and he couldn't help but reach out and shake it in front of Aven's eyes to make sure that the mage apprentice was really still awake.

It was a long time before Aven's eyes slowly focused.

He looked at Allister sluggishly, then nodded slowly.

"Hmm...... Uh-huh......"

From behind the flail came an unusually muffled grunt.

Allister reached out and wiped away the saliva that Aven was unable to keep his mouth shut with a linen handkerchief.

Evan did react to Alister's questioning, but his gaze seemed to have penetrated Allister's gaze and looked farther away.

This kind of Evan caused an unspeakable pain and tightness in Allister's chest, but at the same time, another strange emotion crawled out like a poisonous snake, making Allister feel even more tormented.

Aven's mage robe had long since become dirty and shattered from the previous struggles and fights, and the neckline of the robe was torn widely, and because of this, Allister could clearly see the thin shoulder blades protruding from the collar of the mage robe, as well as the pale thin calves and jagged knees.

The overly white skin was in stark contrast to the gray robe and the pitch-black chains on Aven's body—as if it could be seared directly into the hearts of some people through the retina.

Allister found himself a little overwhelmed by his gaze.

He couldn't help but look at Aven, the red scratches and bruises on Aven's body (some of which came from Evan himself), and the pale cyan veins that appeared from under his skin because of the excessive paleness, as if outlining some kind of wonderful rune that seduced Alister's gaze.

“…… Of course, we tried to pour you some tranquilizing potions, but they didn't seem to have any effect on you. I'm sorry, I really don't think that's right, but we still have to tie you up so that you don't hurt yourself, and of course, so that everyone else can feel at ease...... I don't want to hide it from you, after all, you'll always know when you're completely well, you were crazy and almost scary, I don't know what Master Doug did to you, but you ...... at the time."

Allister spoke softly to Aven. His tone was a little vague, and his whole person was a little distracted.

This is not the state of a mage's apprentice, but there is probably no one to come and point fingers at Allister right now.

"Hmm......"

Evan let out a dull breath.

The frustration and emptiness in his eyes alternated.

The feeling of his heart being clenched once again appeared in Alister's body.

The dark room was sturdy and not the room of either Allister or Aven, but the frightened mages drove Aven into it. Allister wasn't the only one who volunteered to take care of (in other words, guard) Aven, and it was clear that there were others who, like the red-haired youth, had received the strong attraction that Aven had transmitted.

But he still defeated the others and got this opportunity to get up close and personal with Aven.

At this moment, there were only two people in this locked room, Evan and Allister.

Allister felt a strange burning and euphoria that he had to suppress with all his self-control.

"Forget it, let's wait until you get better. Things aren't going well in the mage tower right now, and I think those guys are a little nervous—"

Alister's topic was a bit distracted, as he was always involuntarily distracted by Aven's body.

It was at this moment that he suddenly stopped talking.

Is it a delusion?

Allister stared blankly at Aven's arm, the faint blue veins that emerged from his elbow writhed silently and frantically beneath Aven's skin like some kind of living thing, followed by bruises and scratches.

They tangled together like the shimmer of a lake in the midsummer sun, swaying and twisting across Aven's body.

And in their entanglement, Aiwen's body gradually began to deform and elongate......

However, as Allister stared at him and tried to take a closer look, the writhing and the interplay of light and shadow disappeared in a moment.

Evan was still curled up in the corner with a hollow look in his eyes, without any suspicious changes.

"Oh, shit. ”

Allister couldn't help but rub his temples.

As he lowered his arm, he couldn't help but take a second look at his arm: the hairs on his arm stood on end, and goosebumps rose on his skin.

"It's a bit chaotic these days. Everyone's perception is not very good...... Phew, I think I am the same. ”

Allister couldn't help but mutter.

"The magic is gone, so are the spells, the scrolls are failing, and everyone is breaking down...... Well, I think I am too. Something really wasn't quite right, the communication magic was broken, and without magic, the gates of the mage tower were completely sealed, and now the mages were living on the fruits of the potion plants they had planted before...... But...... I think the plants look unsettling too, their branches are constantly tangled and knotted, and even the leaves are thin and curly...... I didn't eat any of that, but I don't think I can last much longer......"

Allister rarely spoke to himself like that, after all, it seemed a bit silly, but at this moment he always felt that he had to say something.

Say something to break the gloom and stagnation that shrouds this stone chamber.

Allister licked his chapped lips.

“…… I think you're going to laugh at me about it, but ...... You know, Aven, I've been feeling like there's something in the Mage Tower these days...... I sometimes thought it would be Master Doug, but ...... With the goddess of magic on top, I don't think Mage Doug would be hiding in a drain. Oh, did I forget to tell you, those high-level mages haven't found Master Doug either, and no one knows where that guy has gone. And those people don't seem to care much about it...... It's a little unfair to you, isn't it?"

“……”

Evan didn't respond to Alister this time, but his breathing was getting heavier.

Allister couldn't help but glance at Evan again (he didn't want to admit that he was making sure that Evan had really changed—the horrible changes he had just had in his delusion).

And I don't know if it's a coincidence, Aven, who has always seemed dull and neurotic, also looked in the direction of Allister at this time.

His pupils had dilated to the limit, leaving only a thin line of emerald green at the edges, and the pure black pupils were so deep and dark, like a small fragment leading to the abyss.

He seemed to say something to Alister.

But damn the shackles -

Aven's words sounded like the rubbing of some kind of insect wings.

At this moment, an unusually strong sense of strangeness appeared on the thin, slender, and ghostly mage apprentice.

Of course, his body wasn't twisted, and the bruises and scars on his body weren't writhing, but Allister felt as if the Evan in front of him had suddenly transformed from a human into something else.

It's still the same eyebrows, it's still the same empty expression, it's still the same emaciated body.

Ai Wenming knows that nothing has changed, but all the matter that makes up "Evan Reeves" in this space seems to have changed.

He seemed so wicked, so filthy.

But damn it...... The bewitching beauty that had previously fascinated Allister became even stronger.

At this moment, Evan Reeves seemed to suddenly gather all the ugliness in the world...... But it also brings together all the charm at the same time.

Allister felt his heart beat faster, a chill running down his spine and all over his body.

He didn't know how to feel in that moment, and at the moment when he had the illusion, he felt fear.

An unusually intense, incomparably fearful fear.

Allister didn't know how long it had been, maybe billions of years or just a moment......

In short, when Allister finally regained his soul and thoughts, he realized that he was already a wet mess between his legs.

A blush rose across his face, and he thought he was frightened into incontinence, but then the faint smell of fishy smell made him realize that it was another liquid that had wet his mage robes.

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Allister's brain went blank. Overwhelmed, dazed, frightened, and a myriad of emotions swirled in his fragile exorcism at the same time, turning into a whirlwind whipped at his fragile soul.

The afterglow of extreme fear and pleasure still lingered in the red-haired mage's body, as if the strings of the strings taut after the player's fingers had left the harp.

Allister almost instinctively wanted to run away—away from here, away from Evan Reeves, who had been more than he had imagined, but his legs were as limp as a cooked Floren's heart.

For a moment, Allister felt the urge unusually clearly: Evan had been screaming and roaring when he was awakened, and Allister was now wanting to do the same.

His internal organs seemed to be twisted together, and the instinct for survival and unnatural obsession tore at his heart at the same time.

"Woo......"

Allister let out a grief with difficulty.

He staggered a few steps to the door of the stone chamber before slumping to the ground again.

An ambiguous sense of prostration took over his body—but in fact, it had been a long time since Allister had truly indulged himself since he had been removed from the filthy aristocratic circle through his apprenticeship as a mage.

The muscles in Allister's thighs were still twitching uncontrollably.

He breathed heavily, and it took a long time to gather the courage to look up at Aven, and there was still that fear in his soul, but there was fear beyond fear, because he knew that his heart was filled with the same hunger and thirst as fear.

But Allister was a very good mage apprentice (and if it hadn't been for this accident, he would have become an outstanding Supreme Mage), and he managed to maintain a shred of sanity under the storm of his mind.

And anyone with a shred of sanity can perceive how strange and distorted the scene that just happened is.

"What the hell is going on......"

He asked, and he could hear the shivering afterglow of his words.

Then he looked at Evan with hesitation and difficulty, no longer evading.

The anomaly on Aven's body has completely disappeared.

His hands and feet were still chained, his mouth was still shackled, and his skin was no longer covered with scars and lines.

He looked ......

He looked like a human.

"Hmm......"

The mage's apprentice looked at Allister with a pale face, and he whimpered as if he wanted to say something, but all that came out was a muffled grunt.

There was still that unsettling enchantment and seduction that haunted him, but the intense sulphuric acid charm and ugliness had faded completely—so completely that it almost made Allister wonder if his gaffe was just a nightmare in chaos.

Allister gasped, and the breath seemed to come from the depths of his soul, and the muscles in his whole body relaxed, and the cramps in his thighs were almost visible.

His muscles were jumping under the wet mage's robes.

Then Allister realized that he had been straining his body so tightly, that he was almost in a dull pain all over his body after he relaxed.

But Allister did not let his guard down.

He leaned against the wall and looked straight at Evan for a long time, trying to calm his mind, trying to clear his mind and gather the strength in his body.

It was a long time before he slowly moved towards Aven.

He had managed to be skewn calm, though from Aven's point of view, he looked tense as if he was approaching not Aven, but a great devil who had gone berserk. It's only been a short time, but Allister looks like he's aged out of thin air. It was as if in this small world where magic had begun to ebb, but he was lucky enough to be sucked away by a succubus of youth, flesh and energy.

His cheeks were sunken, his eyes were bloodshot, and the blood vessels in his temples bulged out from beneath his skin like earthworms. And when he made the move, his body unconsciously swayed from side to side, as if his muscles were too weak to pull the well-developed skeleton with hard bones.

If everything was still normal, Evan probably couldn't help but worry about such a haggard Allister, but now he is too busy to take care of himself.

His head ached violently, and every vein and nerve in his body seemed to be screaming in protest. Obviously, this closed stone room was so dark, but the dim light emitted by the only magic electrical lamp used for lighting was still extremely dazzling to the current Aven.

This was because his pupils were dilating and absorbing too much light, which was unbeknownst to Evan at this time.

He was simply uncomfortable—and of course he felt the anomaly that almost scared Allister into incontinence.

But Aven's feelings were only worse than Allister's.

Evan was forcibly awakened (though it is unknown what exactly the men in the mage tower used to do so), which means that Evan was dragged out of the starry sky by surprise.

It hurt him in some kind of invisible and tragic way, the kind of soul.

Because it was at that time that he was "melting".

Until now, Evan didn't know how to describe or describe that state, and in fact he didn't know what it meant. All he knew was that he was melting, and his soul had lost its silhouette. When he was forcibly dragged out of the "room", Evan was like a lump of agar that had fallen into the gum, merging with "Him". A part of Evan remained forever in the unspeakable evil and darkness, and in the same way, "Him" slowly seeped into Aven's soul, though only in very, very small ways.

Therefore, Aven's world is completely different from Alister's world.

He saw the curly black tentacles on Alister's back, fluttering in the air, and the tail end tightly curled into a small circle like a devil's fern.

Allister says he hasn't eaten the fruit of the magical plants whose branches and leaves are beginning to mutate - but he may just be mistaken.

Evan had a strong intuition (most likely a message from "Him") that those tentacles were the sprouts of the new fruits.

And Allister obviously didn't know that he himself was emitting a faint smell of metal.

Evan had a splitting headache.

He felt like he saw something moving under Allister's skin. And behind the red-haired mage, something was moving in the shadows.

"Hmm-"

He tried to warn Alister, but couldn't say anything.

God, Evan wished he could go crazy, completely crazy, instead of being stuck on the border between madness and sobriety like he is now.

But surprisingly, Allister actually understood Aven's whisper in a sense.

"You...... You're still Aven...... Right?"

Evan asked as he heard him tremble.

He was half-kneeling close to Aven, but not really close.

"Uh-huh......"

Evan nodded.

Allister swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his throat rolling a little.

The tentacles on the back of the red-haired mage became transparent upon contact with the light, and at first glance they seemed to have vanished, but Evan knew that they had always been there—in the same place, on Allister's back, except that they hid themselves in the Shadow Realm when they encountered the light.

Oh, the Shadow Realm.

In fact, Evan had never heard of the word before, and had never been exposed to anything related to it, but strange things happened, and when he thought of the Shadow Realm, which appeared in his mind in a wonderful language and tone, his vision suddenly changed.

The room he was in was shrouded in dirty, dark colors, and the stone walls were mottled with traces of time, a large 2k reading net