There was darkness all around.

Aono could no longer see the road in front of him, the floor beneath his feet, or the door behind him.

All consumed by darkness.

It also means to go, Aono has been advancing for a long time in this pitch darkness.

The sweat began to slow down, not because of the slowing down of the pressure, but because Aono slowly began to become familiar with the effects of the pressure.

People's adaptability is, after all, very powerful.

Unexpectedly brought some attribute points to Aono.

But that doesn't mean Aono can relax.

Because until now, Aono has not seen the owner of this lair.

It's just that it's hard to move under pressure, and you can imagine how strong the other party will be.

The worst thing is that in front of Aono's eyes, some images emerge.

The protagonist is an ordinary human being one after another.

There are men, there are women.

There are youth, there are teenagers.

There are wealthy people who drive luxury cars, and there are those at the bottom of society who spend their days in crowded rooms

There are all kinds of people, doing all kinds of things.

It seems to contain all kinds of things in the world.

Like

This is the memory of those who died.

After being devoured by Him, they gathered here and infected those who came.

Memories come in and out, ebb and flow, one after another in the mind.

Even if Aono has something to rely on, he will inevitably fall into a somewhat chaotic situation.

Coupled with the fact that the environment is unchanging, it is always pitch black.

This feeling makes people unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, and it also makes it impossible for people to judge their own situation.

'Where am I?' ’

'Am I really still moving forward in the dark?' ’

Aono has such thoughts.

At this time, Mika Kishida played an unexpected role.

"Aono-kun?"

She called Aono's name to keep him awake for a while.

Although if you continue to walk, you will gradually get lost, but Mika Kishida will remind you again.

"Wake up, Aono-kun, I'm by your side!"

At this time, Mika Kishida also slowly remembered a lot.

But she didn't want to think about that, she just wanted to be an anchor point where Aono's consciousness would not be completely lost.

The concept of time seems to be distorted here.

It seemed like a long, long time had passed, and it seemed like only a few seconds had passed.

The tip of the nose, the confused smell, couldn't be richer.

Aono raised his head and looked in front of him.

Finally, in the darkness, I spied a corner of existence.

Eyeball!

Eyeball!

Or eyeballs!

The picture in that small corner is full of eyeballs one after another.

Large and small, some are covered with blood, some are dry and godless, and some are bright and moving

They were held together by something like a black thread, or blood vessels.

Crowded on all sides, it is impossible to count the number.

Every eyeball is looking at Aono, an outsider.

He is simply the polymer of countless eyeballs!

This is very similar to the border scene of this world that I saw at the entrance just now.

But those eyeballs are far apart, and they all give people a lifeless feeling.

The eyeballs here are still moving, and they are alive!

Aono tried to attack them before, but it was like hitting them in the air, and he couldn't really hit them, and the eyeballs on the border and above his head were more like projections of him here!

He understood where the eyeballs of the dead had gone.

And most likely, it's not just the protagonists of those urban weirdos, but also some people who are older.

Aono tilted his head and sighed a little disappointed.

"So that's what you look like? Nothing special. ”

The tone is like saying, "That's it?" That's it? That's it? ”

Mika Kishida: ""

It's all like this, can you still say such things?

Along the way, Mika Kishida has completely recognized the fact that Aono is not very human.

It can only be said

It's you!

His countless pairs of eyes, invariably turning, and many lines of sight, all converged on Qingye.

Just such an action can turn the vast majority of human beings into mad madness.

'This low-level creature isn't even afraid of me?' ’

There was a slight doubt in his mind.

Even if it was an extremely rare case for Him.

He doesn't take the initiative to learn the language of low-level creatures, but after absorbing the souls of so many reptiles, he doesn't need to learn and control this low-level language - the language of low-level creatures is naturally low-level.

He also understood what Aono said, and came to the conclusion that he was not afraid of himself.

This was rarely the case in His long life.

But if that were the case, he wouldn't pay more attention, just stay by his side, and these low-level creatures would no longer be far from death.

'This breath'

Among the many eyeballs, there was finally a little surprise.

Bloodshot tremors, pupils slightly constricted.

'Is it the same kind?' Or'

He could tell that there were at least three or more breaths in Aono's body that belonged to the same unspeakable existence as him.

One of them is even more powerful than Him!

Even though He never regarded that being as of the same kind, it was undeniable that the beings who lived together in that world were indeed of the same origin as Him compared to the lower races in this world.

As a result, he no longer judged Aono from the perspective of a low-level race, but took him seriously, seeing him as a creature of his own level.

"Such a beautiful shell"

This is a great opportunity. ’

His mind was spinning.

Suddenly he felt that this was a gift from heaven to get out of his current predicament and evolve to a higher level.

It takes so many words to describe it in words.

In reality, however, it doesn't even take a second.

In the countless eyeballs that only looked at Aono, an emotion called "greed" was overflowing.

They squirmed in a crowd and began to move closer to Aono, enveloping him.

Unspeakable chaos appeared in Aono's vision, and the scene he saw was no longer dark and eyeballs.

It's something completely messy and broken.

Distorted lines, absurd graphics, indistinguishable colors of light, as if there is only one color, and it seems to encompass all colors.

Everything is no longer complete.

It's as if Aono's picture perception system has been directly destroyed.

Only the hints on the panel still appeared tenaciously and resolutely.

This time, even this line of words did not appear in its entirety, so it directly showed that the inspiration (intelligence) attribute of the other party this time was really difficult for Aono to contend with.

However, it also shows the uniqueness of this panel from another angle.

Can this also initiate prompts?

It's not like it acts on the retina, it's more like a cue that appears directly in the soul.

Now is not the time to think about this, either.

Since you can only see some weird images, it is better to abandon the visuals directly.

Unleashed, a punch swung in front of you.

There is no need for any goal, either.

for all around him was His body.

Everywhere you look, there are enemies!

"Whew!"

In the incomplete picture, the fist hits several eyeballs.

There was a faint sound of a fist breaking an eyeball, and the juice was sticky and splashing, sticking to Aono's body.

Let his movements, which had been slow down by the previous pressure, further slowed down.

Aono was keenly aware of what was wrong, but he didn't know exactly where it was.

"Whew! Laugh at! Laugh at! ”

Aono punches, retracts, punches, retracts.

Immediately after, not only fists.

Elbows, knees, and legs have all become a means of attack for Aono.

It's just that the space left around Qingye is getting smaller and smaller, and they are like a wave that encompasses Qingye.

I want to completely drown him.

The feeling of suffocation kept coming from Aono's chest.

The muscles began to tire and ache, and even the spirit began to languish.

And it quickly spread throughout his body.

Even if each of his attacks shattered many eyeballs, the translucent liquid stained his body.

However, more

There are too many!

So much so that Aono's struggle was like a drop in the bucket, and he could only watch those chaotic curves approaching him.

Wrong!

Something must be wrong!

Aono noticed this again.

I could faintly hear Mika Kishida's call again.

"Aono-kun! Aono-kun! ”

Aono suddenly opened his eyes and saw everything in front of him again.

The eyeballs in front of him were still staring at him not far away, cold and greedy, but they didn't get closer, keeping a certain distance.

Mika Kishida said happily: "Aono-kun, you are finally sober!" ”

The little face was worried.

"Why did you suddenly stand still?"

The battle just now turned out to be nothing more than an illusion!

But that tiredness still affects Aono.

Deeply precipitated in his body.

Looking at the previous prompt again, Aono realized that where it was written was still "visual control", but

"Mind Mastery!"

'Does it act directly in the spiritual realm?' ’

To be honest, this is the first time Aono has seen such a strange ability.

If he had woken up a little later, and died of exhaustion in the endless eyeballs, he would never have woken up again!

But even so, Aono was not afraid of it.

He has a lot of emotions about the unspeakable, such as excitement, joy, and longing.

However, there was never fear!

Eyeball Mind Control?

Aono is thinking about a way to break the game.

Putting together the information we currently have, there seem to be several possibilities

That's when it happened.

A whisper rang in Aono's ears.

This is not a known language on Earth.

When ordinary transcendents hear this, they will only fall into the abyss of madness.

The only place that said it was possible to touch it was at the altar at the beginning, and I had heard about it in a trance.

But for no reason, Aono understood the meaning of this murmur.

"Human, Would You Rather"

"Make a deal with me?"