It was a tall red man.

Standing more than two meters tall, with a red trench coat and a red wide-brimmed hat, he is a perfect blend of evil and elegance. His face is hidden in the shadow of the brim of his hat, with a thin silhouette and powerful lines. He stood straight in front of the door, his hat pressed in one hand, as if he had been standing there since a long time ago, surrounded by loneliness and rebelliousness.

"Blood, faith, wit, disadvantage, counterattack, extermination." He whispered, as if reciting poetry, "What a good battle." ”

I didn't care about that, this guy was obviously watching the show from start to finish, which made me very unhappy.

"Are you kidding me?"

I retreated to the corpse of the vicious dog and pulled out my fire axe.

He giggled, as if his throat was stuffed with dry dirt, as if trying to suppress some kind of madness in his body.

"Of course not, you passed the test. Congratulations, you're the first person to clear the level here. ”

Still, I can't let go of it. I think this guy is abnormal, and it's more nervous than the weird vicious dog that can only stealth. There was an unusual smell of blood on his body, as if the red was dyed with blood, and the blood and madness were like stormy waves, and I felt a heavy pressure that almost made me mad.

It has nothing to do with appearance, I don't think he's human. It was my first instinct, and I almost believed it.

"Don't be nervous, it's time to get to business." "I know you have a lot of questions, but I can't answer them all because time is limited," he said. ”

He took out an hourglass, flipped it over and held it in the palm of his hand, and the sand slid down like water.

"The timer begins."

I stared at him, not letting up in the slightest, even though he didn't seem to be an enemy. The sand was leaking very fast, and I was breathing a little short.

"What is this place?"

"Doomsday Vision."

"Why did you send us here?"

"To save the world." He said in a strange voice.

“……”

Just kidding, right?

"Of course — seriously." He said as if he had read through my thoughts.

"Who are you?"

There was an arc cracking in the shadows under the brim of his hat, and he was laughing, with a sense of horror. The two eyes lit up from the shadows, and the outline of the head was less like a human being, more like a thick fog melting into the darkness. I seemed to see his whole body wrapped in ominous silk threads, flying like tentacles, but in a trance, there was nothing.

"I'm the agent of doom, and I allow you to call me - Carmen."

With that, he held out a finger.

"The last question."

I looked at the hourglass in amazement, and if I hadn't opened my eyes wide, I would have thought that the sand had already leaked, but in fact there was only one grain left, eerily suspended in the glass cone above.

An incredible force gripped it.

"What am I going to do next?" This is my last question.

The red-clad monster who called himself Carmen made an amused, nasal voice.

"It's so much fun, little boy." As soon as he flipped his hand, the hourglass vanished as if by magic, and his body was gradually engulfed in darkness from behind, leaving only the sound to linger in the hallway. "Look at your wrists."

To my astonished gaze, the darkness receded like a tide, the wooden door at the end of the corridor was still open, the sunlight poured on the wooden tables and chairs, and the empty room was clear and transparent, as if it had been purified.

It's really like magic. I walked in with such a strange feeling, and sure enough, there was no one left. The room was unexpectedly clean and tidy, as if someone had taken care of it, the coffee on the table was steaming, and the red-clothed monster really knew how to enjoy it.

But I have to continue to fool around in this bastard world.

He said it was a post-apocalyptic fantasy, and I was a little skeptical. The scenes of the end of the world are so realistic, I can feel the warmth of the sun, I can smell the smell of blood and fire, and the wounds on my body are faintly painful. If I die here, will I really die? The thought makes me shudder just thinking about it.

I began to summarize the information I got from him. There are many people who, like me, have been pulled into this world through a special way, and this is the true face of the "disappearance of strange stories" in the old school toilets. Still, I haven't seen them yet, are they in this city?

Also, we're here because this guy who claims to be an agent wants to save the world. His tone was as if the real world would become the same scene as this one at some point in the future.

Whether he's lying or not, his very existence is full of mysteries, and he doesn't look like a real human being.

But as far as the apocalyptic scene I see now is concerned—the walking dead are all over the ground, monsters are rampant, Great Xia is devastationed, and all people, whether they like it or they hate it, are dying like ants and turning into monsters'.

I hate this kind of worldly world.

I don't know how many people he found, but we are like brave candidates.

I love the role of the brave in the TV series because they have the courage to take on the responsibility of saving the world, which I can't do. Whenever I see them encounter those painful things because of their courage in the journey of life, I can't help but cry.

Despite this, I am past the age where I am interested in the name of "Brave", and I don't know what kind of person can save the world.

As long as I think about these questions at the beginning, I will become a cold night raindrop in my heart. It was sunny outside, but I felt like I was having a cold dream.

I sat down at the table to sort out my emotions, and the hot coffee was still full, probably because the red-clad monster hadn't had time to drink it. It's a bit of a pity to pour it out, so I wipe the rim of the cup with my sleeve and drink it like that.

I had a tattoo on the inside of my left wrist in the form of two black diamonds stretching out like wings, and I guess it was something like a so-called "candidate for bravery". I touched it curiously, and my head immediately buzzed, as if countless images and words poured in, grinning in pain.

The throbbing disappeared in an instant.

I moved my left hand away with trepidation, afraid to do it again.

What the hell is this!?

I have suffered such a great sin, but I don't seem to know anything, and it seems as if everything is in my head. ,

What am I going to do? How can I get out of here? Let's put aside the salvation of the world, if I stay in this world for too long, reality will definitely list me as a missing person, and write a disgraceful mark on my resume. The image I've been trying so hard to maintain as a perfect honor student is going to fall short, and that's just too much!

"Let me go back!"

No one answered.

"Damn!"

I kicked the chair hard.

"Look up the properties."

I'm referring to the diamond-shaped imprint on the inside of my wrist stuffed into my head, it's like a game guide book, but it only seems to come to mind when the owner should know the way.

Name: Takakawa

Age: Seventeen years old

Occupation: Student

Weapons: Fire Axe

Rating: E+

The E grade appears to be the most inferior class.

I sighed.

Search the room before going to the basement.

I drank my coffee in one go, grabbed a fire axe and rummaged through the room.

I don't know who the owner of this room is, there are not many daily necessities, no weapons and medicines, and I can't find personal information such as diaries and computers.

I found a large box of figurines from under the bed, spooky dolls from the Halloween series, and in addition to that, a popular gaming handheld. The exterior is intact, just no electricity. Still, I'm very happy because it's expensive and I haven't saved enough. This saves me my always shriveled purse, and I wish it could be brought to life.

I tucked the handheld into my pants pocket, picked up the fire axe and headed back into the hallway.

Because of the heavy hemorrhage, the corpse of the vicious dog was almost completely revealed. It was bigger than I expected, with long hair, like a Scottish Shepherd, but with a vicious head shape that was more like that of a hunting dog.

Name: Ghost Dog

Species: Deceased

Rating: D

Status: Near-fat

It turns out that he is not dead yet, it is really choking.

I took a deep breath, tried to keep myself calm, and chopped the axe down.

Split its head, cut open its belly, its heart was still beating strongly, its muscles and internal organs gave it a feeling of vitality, maybe give it a little rest, and that hideous head would grow back.

I pounded my heart, and all the sense of life immediately faded away like a bubble of seawater. The massive body turned to ashes in the blink of an eye, and collapsed inward with a deflating sound. At this moment, the diamond-shaped mark on the inside of my left wrist became hot, and I seemed to hear a "zi" sound, and the ashes were stirred by an invisible force, forming a half-meter-high spiral of mist.

I was amazed to witness as the spiral of gray mist gradually shrinks and coalesces into a single gray stone.