"I ...... Got it. ”

Natsume slowly lowered his hands and looked up at the flame cat with a pang. Saddened to find that he always seemed to be inadvertently hurting the poor human, the flame cat was so disheartened that the cat's ears on his head and tails hung down behind him.

"That's it, if there's anything going on tomorrow, Lord Kaku should come back to you. Let's do this first, have a good rest, I won't bother you......"

Flame Cat Rin sighed and walked towards the door with a grimace.

"Thank you very much. ”

However, Natsume thanked her back quite seriously.

The ears and tail of the flame cat stood up instantly, and the tip of the tail was slightly curved. The black cat smirked twice, waved at Natsume, and left in a good mood, even remembering to close the door.

The human stared at the door for a while, and he couldn't quite understand the reason for the rollercoaster of emotions, but he wasn't curious.

Natsume's gaze fell on the dress on the table, and he fell silent.

He didn't remember anything just now, he vaguely remembered a train, a beautiful blonde woman, a tear, and a red mansion that couldn't be seen realistically. But his intuition told him not to delve into it, not to lift the veil of the past. So he left them behind and let himself forget about them.

Natsume slowly stood up, took off his tattered black clothes and replaced them with the white middle coat. The clothes are a little out of place, but you can still wear them. The human carefully folded the original black clothes and put them on the table, followed the instructions of the flame cat to his own single bed, covered the quilt and closed his eyes.

He soon fell asleep.

Unlike Natsume's waking heart, his dreams are bizarre and full of illogical and unreasonable things.

He seems to have returned to his boyhood and childhood, living an ordinary life in a seemingly ordinary world, but the people around him do not look like human beings in any way, they are twisted and weird, some of them are noodle monsters drawn by children with crude brushstrokes, some are bloody, fat and bloated pieces of rotten flesh, and somewhere in their bodies are always pressed with exaggerated and ominous smiles, like half-melted clown makeup, and all the smiling faces will be aimed at Natsume, whose body is moving back and forth between childhood and teenager, and they stretch out their disproportionate, weak and boneless fingers and tentacles to caress and pat Natsume's cheeks and shoulders, making a harsh and disturbing voice that seems to be speaking to Natsume.

It was as if something heavy was pressing on Natsume's shoulders and back, and some unknown force pushed him forward. Natsume's heart was full of panic, his unconscious power had failed in the dream, he was no longer an ethereal ghost with no connection to the world, he would react normally emotionally, but he couldn't control his body, he was like locked in the depths of this body, and he could only passively bear these fears and pains.

His body didn't stop for a moment, the boy or boy walked forward with the same smile on his face, some monsters reached out to try to slow him down, sharp bone spurs and nails left deep red marks on Natsume's ankles, more and more dense, until later, Natsume's calves were only two jagged white bones dripping with blood, and the child's face was as white as gold.

But none of that stopped him from moving forward.

Natsume's consciousness was on the verge of fainting, he had never been hurt to this extent in his short life of less than a day. If it weren't for his inability to control his body, he might have curled up in a ball and sobbed.

The boy was still moving forward, perhaps because of too much contact with the monsters, and his body had undergone some kind of disgusting change. At some point, more stumbling bones grew on his boneless legs, which twisted and stood on their joints, walking like spider arthropods, bones clattering against the void ground. The weight still weighed down his back, and Natsume felt like his chest had pressed against his belly, and even adhered and fused together, turning into a disgusting blob of bloated flesh. His right hand was as deformed and proliferated as his torso, but his left hand was stretched and stretched, and Natsume could hear the bones in it shattering until it was completely powdered, and his left hand became five flexible tentacles of uneven length, ending in a sharp horned beak like an octopus mouthpart and the sharp tooth cavity of an eight-eyed eel.

These changes made Natsume panic, but there was a vague sense of relief as if giving up. If you become a monster, the ugliest monster among monsters, wouldn't you have to be afraid of those monsters anymore? Isn't it nice that everyone is a monster, everyone is just as ugly? Even the houses on both sides of the road that defy intuition and logic, and have crazy multi-dimensional angles look much more beautiful, maybe this is how the world should be, I embrace the truth, melt into it, and if I do this, who can say that it is wrong?

On the eve of Natsume's sanity crumbling, the boy who was still moving forward steadfastly, or the monster, finally reached his destination, a bloodshot eye the size of the front of a truck, and the eyes turned wildly, and finally locked on the monster in front of him. The monster didn't say a word, and walked silently into the dark pupils of its eyes trembling.

Natsume is engulfed in darkness.

When Natsume was able to feel his presence again, he found himself transformed into a fist-sized ball of pure white light, the light so faint that it would not surprise anyone to extinguish at any time, like a candle in the wind. He, or rather, was surrounded by boundless darkness, and Natsume floated alone in the darkness, lonely and numb.

No matter what happens next, he won't be scared anymore.

He was ready to die.

However, it was still beyond his expectations, and for the first time in the boundless darkness lit up seven pairs of eyes made of molten gold, with pitch-black vertical pupils, filled with mad and violent fiery killing intent. Under the gaze of those eyes, Natsume's figure swayed, and even the light that made up his body began to escape, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

Really...... Is it going to die?

Just as he was so conjecturing, the killing intent in the fourteen sights suddenly weakened to almost nothing, and a pair of scarlet pupils lit up again in the darkness, with a condescending joke.

And, it's close at hand.

[Hello, little friend. 】

A low and gentle male voice that makes people unconsciously let down their guard sounded in the dark.