Magic is against magic!

This is the 'mystery side', said by an unknown old man.

Ever since hearing this, Kandath, as an 'outsider', has recognized this sentence very much.

Therefore, after using his identity to reward Jason, he immediately sent a long-prepared backhand, an extremely special assassin with the power of the 'mysterious side' in the true sense.

This backhand, in his original plan, was to be used on the lieutenant general's body.

Directly carry out the decapitation plan against the 'Ground Reconnaissance Bureau' in order to destroy the entire 'Ground Reconnaissance Bureau' in one fell swoop!

For that lieutenant general, Kandat really hated it.

The other party is like a spring, no matter how much pressure is given, it will bounce back with a more ferocious attitude, and every time, when they think they are cornering the other party, the other party will always fight back, and the whole ground is under the command of the other party, making them suffer great losses.

However, Kandat is also happy in his heart.

Because, he is only facing this lieutenant general.

And not the two madmen in front.

I thought of the meteorite summoned by the mysterious side man named 'Liu'.

And the soldier named 'Lee' directly rammed their main ship with a battleship.

Kandath is a tremor from the bottom of his heart.

It's horrible!

A madman who doesn't even want his life!

He couldn't forget that the meteorite had fallen and smashed into their battleship with precision.

I can't forget it, thinking that the overall situation has been timed, the ground main ship named 'Pangu' rushed straight towards the main ship, and after a collision, the sky turned red.

It's been a nightmare he's been haunting lately.

Every time he woke up in a dream, he was sweating.

"Fortunately, there are not many people like that."

"Otherwise, I would advise the elders to retreat."

Kandat thought to himself.

Then, he felt his breathing start to get worse.

This is a normal reaction to increased stress.

It's not just the habits brought about by this body, but it's also the influence of the 'lurker' talent.

When he thinks it's scary, scary, he feels stressed.

This kind of pressure will cause his body and ability to suffer a great reaction.

Sometimes, it can even be fatal.

But he and many of the 'lurkers' had already found a solution: to divert attention.

As long as you divert your attention, there will be no more stress!

In order to distract himself from the stress of those two shadows, Kandat began to think about the name that had only come into his sights yesterday: Jason.

A third-rate writer from the 'mystical side', but quite capable of killing more than 10 'Scouts' and 1 'Raider' head-on.

Recalling the other party's photos and information, the corners of Kandaat's mouth couldn't help twitching a few times.

He had never seen a man who was taller and stronger than a wrestler would choose to become a writer.

And the hockey mask, the machete!

No matter how you look at it, it's more like a murderer and a pervert!

None of that matters, though.

The important thing is that the other party has the ability to identify the 'lurker'.

Without this, the other party will not attract his attention.

But since it has caught his attention, it is impossible for the other party to live.

"I'm sorry."

"Who made you meet me."

"For the sake of my comrades, you must die!"

Candat thought silently.

Then, he began to think about his next steps.

Jason is dead, and this group of warriors returning to the surface must be under the highest level of surveillance, and it is impossible for the 'Sleepers' to operate in it, and, with this unexpected assassination, there is a good chance that a group of them will be exposed.

It makes sense that they have to stay dormant for a longer period of time.

This is the safest and the safest.

But he, Kandat is different.

He had even more crazy, direct plans.

Let these 'lurkers' who may be exposed carry out suicide attacks.

When the time comes, he wants to see what the old general will look like.

After all, there will be people close to him.

"That must be a great scene!"

Candat couldn't help but laugh as he thought about it, and picked up the tea on the table.

Everything on the ground, he is not used to.

Except for food.

Maybe when the time comes, we can keep an extra group of ground people as slaves and cultivate more food, especially this kind of tea.

It tastes really good.

With that in mind, Candat stood up and walked to the window to look down.

In his field of vision, the so-called 'Kirin' battleship was gradually being completed, and looking at the horn-like main guns and secondary guns protruding from the huge hull, a hint of sarcasm appeared in Kandaat's eyes.

This so-called latest main ship is also a decades-old obsolete product for them.

If it weren't for the so-called 'mysterious side', it wouldn't be a climate at all.

And now?

With their invasion, the so-called 'mysterious side' was revealed.

Eventually, they will understand the power.

Then become the master of the ground.

Just like they used to do.

"Want to stop us? It's really wishful thinking! ”

Candat thought, the microcomputer on his wrist vibrating.

The plan is complete!

The corners of his mouth curled subconsciously, and then he turned on the microcomputer.

On the screen, his subordinates are displayed.

It's not ground, it's the same clan in the true sense of the word, and it's a subordinate who can be trusted.

"How?"

Candat asked in a relaxed tone.

With their technology fused with the power of the 'mystical side' on the ground, he didn't believe in failure.

Immediately, though, Kandat noticed something was wrong.

The subordinate in front of him had a dull gaze, and the angle seemed to be a little wrong, and he could only see a head.

Kandath frowned and directly turned on the command mode.

As a major, he has the right to command his subordinate's microcomputer.

Immediately, the previous image appeared-

The four rockets erupted in no particular order, spewing dazzling tail flames and heading straight for Jason!

There was no contact, and there was no explosion in the true sense of the word.

The four rockets disintegrated on their own in mid-air, and small arrows erupted from inside.

There are both real and illusory arrows.

The latter, confusing the attacked.

Former?

Construct the ceremony!

Seeing the faint glow of the arrows that landed one after another, Candat smiled again.

The ceremony was a success!

The power of the curse permeates the entire ritual.

All creatures within the ritual will die a tragic death.

It worked, didn't it?

Candat thought as he looked at himself a few times, and when he asked the other party why he had such an expression, his eyes burst out and almost popped out.

What did he see?

He saw the man who claimed to be a writer, raised his hand and pulled out the 'cursed arrow' and threw it into his mouth.

Six 'cursed arrows' were chewed by the other party like French fries.

"Damn it!"

Candath cursed.

Not only did the plan fail, but also because he finally saw that something was wrong with his subordinates.

All he could blame was a head.

Because, his subordinates only had a head left, which was pinched in Jason's hands.

The head moved slightly.

Blood flowed onto the microcomputer's camera, scarlet stained the screen Kandatt saw, and the corner of the hockey mask slowly appeared in his field of vision.

An inexplicable sense of terror rushed straight into Kandat's head.

Especially after seeing Jason's cold eyes, he turned around without hesitation and prepared to leave.

He's exposed!

Can't stay any longer!

Gotta escape!

Otherwise, you'll be killed!

Candat is confident that Jason will kill him!

He had to escape before Jason found him!

But just as he turned around, the light bulb above his head flickered—

Sting!

In the obvious sound of electricity, the light bulb flickered on and off.

Kandath ignored these.

Even in this base, such an anomaly should not appear at all.

Bang!

He pushed the door open and rushed straight out.

The tremendous force caused the door to hit the wall on the side, and the mottled wall skin immediately fell off.

Kandatte, who was rushing forward, stopped, and looked at the dim corridor in front of him, and he was stunned.

He was sure that the hallway outside his office was definitely not like that.

In the dim light, a drop of water dripped from the ceiling and smashed on the dirty, greasy floor, and a red figure was crouching at the end of the corridor, a low voice, slowly sounding.

"What can boys play?"

"Frogs, snails, and puppy tails."

"What can girls play?"

"Good stuff like sugar, frying pans, and so on."

"What about me? What can I play? ”

It's like a nursery rhyme.

It's like a children's rhyme.

But Kandaat's face changed drastically.

Because, as a 'lurker', the talent tells him that everything in front of him is real!

The hallway in front of you.

Water droplets dripping from the ceiling.

Dirty floors.

There was also a red shadow in the distance.

It's not an illusion, it's all real!

No way!

I came out of the office!

Kandat took a step back and was about to return, but right away, his back hit the wall.

I don't know when, the direction of the door he walked out of had changed to a wall.

The touch told him that the walls were very strong.

What's more, as he turned his head to look at the wall, the red figure crouching in the corner seemed to be a little closer to him.

Kandath's breathing began to rapid.

There was no way out, so he ran away.

"What about me? What can I play? ”

The sound ringing in his ears made Candat run faster.

His natural abilities allowed him to confirm that the figure was after him, and that he had to get out of here.

Luckily, there is a downward staircase at the end of the hallway.

Without thinking about it, Candat ran down the stairs.

Luckily, the stairs are facing the door.

Bang!

Just as he had just done, Kandat pushed the door open.

Then, he woke up.

He was lying on an old bed, covered with a slightly thin quilt, the stove not far away was still a little warm, the window was already dark, and the sound of carriages and walking began to sound intermittently.

Kandat sat up confused.

What happened?

He asked himself, but his body involuntarily walked over to the stove and threw the firewood and briquettes into it.

Soon, at the crackling of the wood, the heat of the stove was again emitted, which made Kandath feel a little better, and he turned and put on his coat and sat down on the only chair in the room.

When he sat down, he was stunned.

Why am I so familiar?

Just as he was stunned, there was a knock on the door.

Bang, bang!

"Hello, postman."

A clear voice came from outside the door, and Kandat looked in the direction of the door warily, but did not answer.

"Hello, postman."

"I've left your letter at the door."

"Don't worry, it's not a pay."

The postman repeated it, and then walked away, his tone full of ridicule.

Candat listened to the footsteps in the distance, and his natural abilities told him once again that this was real.

But because of this, he was puzzled.

What is in front of you is real.

So, what about before?

Suspicious, Kandat opened the door, and a large thick envelope lay on the ground outside the door.

He took the envelope back and closed the door.

The envelope bears Billy Press and his name, Kandatt.

The envelope is divided into two parts, one is a letter of apology and the other is a manuscript.

Dear Mr. Kandatt,

We're sorry, but your manuscript doesn't meet our publishing requirements.

Editor-in-Chief: Lensen

DY20.3.15

……

After reading the letterhead, Candat picked up the manuscript.

He began to flip through it.

The above tells the story of the Sabi invasion of the ground in 99, and the protagonist is a peace-loving Sabi who wants everyone to live in peace, but he is banished by the Sabi as a traitor.

To do this, he joins the ground, hoping to fight the invasion of Sabi Star.

However, he is a Sabi star.

The ground took him for an enemy and began a twenty-year captivity.

Afterwards?

The Sabis compromised to the ground.

Twenty years of war have consumed too many resources for the Sabi people.

Sabi can't take it off.

The same goes for the ground.

The two sides entered a period of peace.

Just as he hoped.

But it wasn't because of him.

And he was returned to Sabi as a 'captive' on the ground.

The defeat after years of war has made the Sabi people who have nowhere to vent use him as a punching bag.

He was declared to have been the key to the Sabi's defeat, consciously or unconsciously.

He really became a traitor.

After much torture, he was put to death.

The day he was executed coincided with the day when the Sabi people and the ground signed a peace agreement.

In the laughter, the ceremonial flowers took off.

The last scene he saw was the colorful flowers.

"Pretty well written, huh?"

"That's what I wrote?"

"Is that editor-in-chief stupid X?"

"Why can't such a good manuscript be published?"

Candat muttered to himself, then, putting down the manuscript, and walking to the kitchen.

Everything is so familiar.

It seems that he has lived here for a long time.

Just as he was not surprised to see a closet with only two pieces of brown bread left.

I'm a writer.

I fantasized about being the main character.

That's why I feel so real.

That in the dream?

Was it me who was inspired?

As soon as he tried to dig deeper, Kandat felt like he couldn't breathe.

He knew it was his old problem.

If you have been overthinking for a long time, you can get better with a break and some food.

For this reason, he also saw a doctor, and it cost him 10 yuan, but those drugs were not as fast as his own adjustment.

Exhale, inhale.

Immediately, he took several deep breaths in succession, in his own way.

Then, picking up a piece of brown bread and carefully placing the other one, Kandat felt his betterness as he nibbled on it, and he returned to his chair and picked up a quill.

He was going to write down those things as soon as the memories in his dreams were still there.

It's a rare inspiration!

At least write the plans of those Sabi people, and by the way, the names of the supporting characters.

Maybe it was because the previous dream was too clear, and Kandath's thoughts were like a spring of thought at this time, and he wrote one name after another with his pen, depicting one plot after another.

When the last episode was written, he couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Call!

Kandat was ready to stand up and relax his back.

But just as he stood up, the surroundings changed.

He's back in his 'office' again.

Wrong!

It's in the office of the characters in his books.

In front of him, stood a girl in a red witch's robe, seven or eight years old, and a lovely look.

The little girl was spinning a mirror in her hand.

"This?"

Kandat was stunned again.

I'm fantasizing about the world in books again?

It's so real!

I had to jot it down and go back and write it all down.

However, did I overthink and cause any complications?

Why is there always such a real scenario.

Could it be that I'm writing too much?

Kandath thought as the little girl on the other side came up to her, raising a metal-rimmed mirror in her hand.

What do you mean?

Kandat looked at the mirror in a daze.

In the mirror is the image of a middle-aged man with messy hair, a scruffy beard, bloodshot eyes, and a thin face.

This is him.

The daily writing made him not pay attention to his appearance, and the reversal of his schedule and the lack of three meals made him extremely thin and looked a little sickly.

In the future, I will try to adjust my work and rest.

Aim to go to bed early and wake up early.

If you can, you'll have to find a job.

It's best to take a half-day shift, go to a half-day shift, and write in the afternoon.

Looking at the viscount in the mirror, Candat couldn't help but think.

Then, the mirror, with its metal frame, was glued to his face.

Bang!

Pain, dizziness hit.

Why hit me?

Candat thought so, and then, reacting, it was completely impossible for his weak body to withstand such a blow.

Suddenly, Kandat fell unconscious.

Jennifer looked at the unconscious Candatte, picked up the mirror and pointed it at the back of the other's head, and made up for it.

Bang!

This time, it is heavier than just now, and the angle selection is even more ingenious.

Kandat immediately fell into a deeper coma.

"Relying too much on 'natural ability', once you are confused, you are completely trapped in it...... Is it really worthy of being a Sabi Star person? ”

Jennifer couldn't help but comment as she looked at the unconscious Candatte.

Then, look down at the shaking mirror.

Magic Mirror: I'm a noble and decent mirror, please don't use me as a weapon, especially against some men who don't look good (PS: It makes me feel spicy).

……

"It's easy."

Jennifer said casually.

Then, picking up what Kanda had just written, he stepped aside.

The microcomputer that belonged to Kandath was there, and Jason was on the screen.

Looking at Jason in Scarlet, Jennifer immediately smiled sweetly.

"Hi Jason, good evening~"

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