Something crawled out of my head.

It's a bit cold.

It reminded her of countless 10,000 years ago, when she played on the ski slopes in Poland.

She also remembered the moment she lay in the freezer, her soul was frozen and her consciousness fell into darkness.

It's cold.

Something heavy crawled out of his head, like a weight-bearing slender man finally unloading the rope, and a traveler who had traveled far away had lowered his backpack, and his body had never been so relaxed.

Fragments of many images poured in, gradually collaged into several complete oil paintings, and then a film, which played on her long life, and finally gradually became a person.

A young man with black hair.

He bent down and smiled.

"My name is Antakuta, and I am about to take over my father's crown and become the new ruler of the Shura clan."

"Will you come with me?"

She stared blankly at the person in front of her, like a princess meeting a prince on a white horse. That's what fairy tales tell her.

A fairy tale is not a beautiful text, but a person, or rather, her friend.

She gave dreams and hope to newborn humans, but died in Ragnarok.

"I can't leave...... I'm gone, and humanity will lose its future. ”

"Why bother? Humans are none of your business. ”

"I'm gone, their era will end."

"They'll end up one day."

"I can't bear it."

The young man was stunned for a moment, shook his head, and said nothing.

The picture froze, and finally cracked like a broken mirror, drifting away with the wind.

She struggled to open her eyes.

There was a strong longing in her heart. She's going to find this guy.

This man who calls himself the King of Shura.

She remembered a lot of things, and that long lifespan, witnessing the destruction of the human race again and again, was not a kind of torment for her.

By the way, what's my name?

Like, Auckland.

......

Auckland opened his eyes, and there was darkness in front of him.

There was not a glimmer of light, not a sound, and the first thing that rushed into the nostrils was a pungent smell.

She noticed that her gaze was slightly distorted. She's in the water.

To be precise, some unknown liquid.

Auckland froze for a few seconds, trying to sort out his current situation.

She felt a splitting headache. Damn, how did you get to this place?

The moment she woke up, she seemed to have control of her body for the first time, and this long-lost feeling made her uneasy for a while.

Eventually, she threw her fist and slammed it into the container in front of her.

With the loud sound of glass shattering, Auckland

was rushed to the ground by the gushing out of the unknown liquid, and when his back hit the ground, he let out a hoarse low cry, and his vocal cords suddenly throbbed.

How long has she been trapped in this place of the hell? Why hasn't he turned into a carrion yet?

No, how did she get into this hellish place? In her last memory, she signed a job assignment for the Sleeper, not some bath vacation.

Then, there was a disconnect in memory.

Oakland fell to his knees, feeling a splitting headache.

The place was slightly damp, there was no moving air, and the unknown liquid on her body made her feel very uncomfortable and slimy.

Then she noticed that she was naked and didn't wear any clothes. What's going on here?

This didn't bother her now, at most it was colder.

Looking up, she remembered that there was no light here, and she could only grope slowly like a blind person.

It is impossible to say that you are not panicked, and if you are in the dark, you don't know what is going on, and even the most courageous people will slowly become agitated.

Oakland slowly reached to the side, feeling the cold from his fingertips.

It's a familiar touch. Special cement, cold storage.

These words came to her mind almost immediately.

She seemed familiar with the place, even if many memories were lost. So Auckland sat on the ground and thought about it for a while, and decided to be bold, follow the instructions of muscle memory, and get out of the predicament.

She endured the jerky sensation and pain of her muscles like rusty machinery and got back on her feet and took her first steps.

Then she started running.

The whole process was like a dream, and the body almost lost control, alternating legs and running into the dark depths with a crooked body.

Fear. She felt she could read the thoughts of the muscles.

She's going to get out of this place, as far away as possible.

Several times she stumbled to the ground, and several times she got up and was covered in hair. But she didn't stop, just ran all the way, the pungent smell of the wind across her eyes.

She felt the power gradually recovering in her body, and she couldn't control it well, but it didn't matter, there were still plenty of opportunities to run.

First priority: find the light source.

She began to move her eyes, searching for the little bit of hopeful energy.

Wait a minute.

Auckland was shocked to find that these four words were not a little unfamiliar.

Look for light sources. That doesn't seem to be what she meant!

First priority: find the light source.

These words appear again.

Oakland held his hand against the wall behind him and looked around with some horror.

What does it look like here? Whose voice was it just now?

Wind!

She could clearly feel the wind blowing across her cheeks

A slight sting, you can't go wrong. So will there be something there that will light up?

Auckland's vision became blurry, and her confusion of memories and instructions gave her a splitting headache.

Falling to her knees with a thud, Oakland looked up in some shock, and a panel appeared in front of her eyes at some point.

It was a cleanly designed control panel, glowing and floating in the air.

No matter which direction she turns her head, the position of the panel changes. It's just that her expectations have been disappointed, and the light of the weird panel doesn't illuminate her surroundings or improve her situation, but the line on it catches her attention.

Mission: Find the light source.

Settlement: flashlight, two batteries.

Classification: Survival.

What does that mean? But when she saw the word flashlight, her heart immediately longed.

Flashlight! It was the most desperate thing she needed right now.

Just, what the hell is this? Ever since she woke up, she hadn't encountered anything familiar, if not counting the urgency to flee where she was.

How can I get it away? The panel seemed to have made up her mind to stick to Auckland, and no matter what she did, wherever she went, or which direction her head turned, it was fixed in the air, motionless.

Damn it! Oakland cursed in his heart, disappear quickly!

Then, the panel just disappears.

Now it's Auckland's turn to be overwhelmed. What's the situation? Was that a hallucination?

She rubbed her eyes, but the panel was literally gone.

As if it never existed.

Shake your head, the top priority is to find a way out. But in the absence of light, this is an impossible task.

Auckland leaned against the wall and walked slowly. After a few experiences of hitting the wall, she decided not to be too reckless and not rely too much on muscle memory.

Otherwise, it will be miserable.

Auckland subconsciously counted the time as he moved.

The habit came naturally, and it became clear to Oakland that she had been moving for a total of 320 seconds.

While counting the time, she calculated the distance of each step by the way, and she walked 290 steps in one direction, or at least so she felt.

There was a faint smell of burning in the air. The wall came to a corner. Auckland walked over, still in total darkness.

But then, there was a crackling sound in the corner, and a bright light that was dazzling in the darkness flashed. Auckland, who had been in the dark for a long time, subconsciously covered his eyes, tears sliding down his face.

After a while, she lowered her hand, and suddenly felt a little heavy on it.

The finger felt a protrusion, and naturally pushed it forward, and the light came on.

Oakland stood in disbelief with one in his hand, a flashlight.