"My name is Su Hang, and I am from the third class of Xicheng No. 12 High School. Last night, I dreamed of a strange thing - I killed someone in a place that was completely absent in my memory. ”

"I've just finished a bloody battle, and I'm already tired on the ground. I felt that there was no strength in my whole body, but on the contrary, there was a faint nausea in my stomach.

However, my ears told me that someone was coming towards me. And the eye, too, saw on the ground, a shadow that had climbed towards me against the law of light and shadow.

"It's so exciting."

The sound of the night was as addictive as the night.

When I looked up, it was a blood-red man.

The blood-red trench coat, the blood-red wide-brimmed hat, and even the mask on the face are blood-red, hidden in the shadow of the brim, as if evil and elegance are perfectly blended.

He stood straight in front of the door, his hat pressed in one hand, and seemed to have been there since a long time ago, embraced by the darkness and silence.

"Witty, brave, calm, determined, counter-killing."

His voice was as psychedelic and satisfying as if he had taken DM, "What a great battle!" ”

I didn't pay attention to his words.

After all, when I think about it, he has always been on the sidelines, watching the birth of death as if he were watching a circus. I felt so sick.

"Are you kidding me?"

With the last of my strength, I retreated to the gate and looked at him fiercely.

He laughed as if his throat had been torn open, as if trying to suppress some kind of madness.

"Of course not, you passed the test. Congratulations, you're the first and the only one to clear the level. ”

"But maybe after today, you'll be a resurrectee."

Although I couldn't hear any malice in his explanation, I still couldn't let go. In particular, his last words.

However, the real reason is that compared to the previous fight, his proximity makes my blood gush even more. Up and down his body, there was an unknown aura that people didn't dare to approach.

It has nothing to do with anything else, I don't feel like he's a human being. This was my first instinct, and I was convinced of it.

As if he had read my thoughts, his words fluttered into my ears.

"I know you have a lot of doubts, but, trust me, I won't hurt you. Time is limited, so just ask me any questions you have next. ”

With that, an hourglass flashed out of his hand, as if it appeared out of thin air. Then, he jerked the hourglass over and held it in the palm of his hand.

"The timer begins."

The grit began to fall slowly. I still didn't relax in the slightest, my eyes were still firmly focused on him.

As if the grit was in a hurry, it walked unusually fast, and my breathing and eyes began to change.

"What is this place?"

"The Land of Trials."

"Why am I here?"

"To save the world."

“……”

Just kidding, right? Save the world? When I was a child?

"Of course, I'm serious." He stared into my eyes and spat out word by word, "As for why, you'll understand when you get there." ”

"And who are you?"

Hearing this, there seemed to be an arc split in the shadows under the brim of the hat. The pupils on the mask shone dimly from the shadows, but more like a thick fog melting into the darkness.

He's laughing? I can't help but feel a sense of horror. I seemed to see him flying around like tentacles wrapped in ominous bandages. But in a trance, I saw nothing.

"Me? Am I not human? It's just a poor ghost. And you, aren't you about to be considered a human being? He replied with a smirk.

With that, he held out a finger, "There is one last question, think about it, don't waste the opportunity." ”

I looked at the hourglass in amazement, and if I hadn't opened my eyes wide, I would have thought that the sand had leaked out.

But in fact, there is still one last grain left, eerily suspended at the junction of the lower and upper and lower levels. There seemed to be an incredible force gripping it.

"What am I going to do next?"

That's my last question.

"Little boy, I finally know why it chose you for this mission."

The man in red chuckled and continued, "It's a game about resurrection, and everyone has a reason why they have to go on. All you have to do is keep competing and sit on the last throne. ”

"Of course, you can also resist us without caring and lose this game. However, after tomorrow, I am sure that you will willingly fight for the victory of this game. ”

"Then, little boy, meet again."

With that, the last piece of gravel finally fell.

The man in red flipped his hand, and the hourglass disappeared as if by magic, and his body was gradually engulfed by the darkness that surged from behind, leaving only the voice to linger in the air, "This is your reward, treat it well." ”

In my astonished gaze, the darkness receded like a tide, and everything in sight disappeared. All I could see was the light on the ceiling, bright and dazzling.

It's just a dream, right?

I couldn't help but think about it, but the memories in the dream were unusually real.

In my mind, I still have the taste of every corner of the dream; still preserved, the suffocating smell of blood; Even, the corpse that fell at my feet.

But how can this dream be real?

Just like the man in red said, those fights are just to save the world?

Whether he was lying or not, his very existence was full of mysteries, and he didn't look like a human being, and he himself admitted it.

I don't know exactly how many people he found, but how could I be the only one who cleared the level?

How can a selfish, cold-blooded, and stupid senior high school student like me be the only one who can pass the level?

How is it possible for someone like me who will be sprayed as a primary school student by the remaining nine people even after playing a game of Glory of Kings?

It must be a dream, and it can only be a dream!

As long as I think about these questions at the beginning, they become raindrops on the cold night and fall on my heart. The moonlight outside the window was just right, but I felt like I was just having a cold dream.

I stepped out of bed and sat down at the table to sort out my emotions.

The coffee on the table was still hot, and it was a pity to pour it out, so I drank it while reminiscing about the dream I had just had.

My name is Su Hang, and I am from the third class of Xicheng No. 12 High School.

I'm just an ordinary fresh graduate. ”