The surrounding space was black, empty, except for the sound of his own breathing and his heartbeat.

Reaching out, the eyes used to observe the world could still only see black, and there was nothing superfluous beyond that.

Perhaps it was a mistake not to see it, and he wondered if he hadn't opened his eyes at all.

But no, the action of opening his eyes requires nerve control, whether it is pulling his eyelids or rolling his eyeballs, he will be fed back to the brain to tell himself, so judging this way, he is sure that he has not closed his eyes.

But why can't you see it? Because of blindness? Or is this the way this world is, a darkness that never ends?

Just as he thought this, the black space around him began to crumble.

Like glass shattered by a baseball, the shattered black glass began to disappear and was replaced by a scene of color.

It's familiar, but it also feels painful.

In this changing space, there are blue-gray wall clocks hanging on the walls, there are refrigerator doors that are halfway open, and there are all kinds of food inside, and there are steaming coffee on the table, and the picture frames that fall on the low table are clean and free of any dust.

He took a step forward, lost his mind, and only stopped in pain when his left foot hit the protruding table.

Somewhat surprised, Natsume patted his left foot with his hand, the pain did not dissipate, and the left foot, which should have been broken and lost pain, was intact at this moment?

However, Natsume didn't care about this, and wanted to see the things in this space more than the pain in his left foot, which he repaired.

Keep walking. You can be sure that the place in front of you is the living room.

Close to the kitchen here. Plates and cutlery placed on the dining table. There is also a newspaper that I don't know what year and month.

There are three pairs of cutlery, why is that?

Obviously, his own home, plus he has four talents, so these three sets of tableware, are they excluding themselves?

Thinking of this, he smiled bitterly and felt the coldness around him, and the fear began to devour his remaining consciousness.

Suddenly, the wall clock rang.

Loud voices echoed in my ears. Five seconds later, Natsume noticed that the light above her head softened.

Click.

The door opened, and three people walked in from outside, a couple and a girl who looked like she was in college, these people were very familiar and had spent many years together.

Natsume wanted to say something, but something unknown stuck in his throat, making him unable to make a sound.

Watching the three of them walk to the table and sit down, they started talking happily.

Afterwards, the woman's hand clapped. As if he had forgotten something, he got up from his chair and walked to the kitchen.

Natsume, who was stunned in place, didn't know what to do when he decided to punch himself. The middle-aged man sitting in the main seat suddenly accosted him.

"Natsume, what are you doing standing there? It's not here yet, it's about to eat. ”

"Yes, brother."

The two remaining two people in the dining room said this, and the woman who had left walked over with a new set of cutlery.

She placed it on the table and waved to herself to sit there.

Playing like a marionette, Natsume, driven by some kind of force, sat down according to their instructions.

The couple in front of him, the girl next to him, was called a writer in the past, but now, what is it?

Choked up, he couldn't speak, and the three who had abandoned themselves sat here, and after serving the food, they ate it together.

They put the dish in Natsume's bowl and handed him a pair of chopsticks for him to eat.

In the soft light, listening to the flat conversation around him, Natsume's hand holding the chopsticks trembled.

I want to cry, but I can't.

I want to shout, but I can't.

Those things can't be done on their own, and these scenarios are no longer possible.

Everything now, Natsume knows it's fake.

However.

However.

For the first time since then, I felt relaxed.

Their voices, their words, their movements, everything is reflected in the mind.

Can you answer the question of the past?

Bear the past again and move into the future.

"It's up to you to choose."

Alice Phil's appearance on the left.

"The future you choose is the future."

Maiya Kuyu appears on the right.

These two unfortunate people, as if sending that little happiness, began to blur their eyes.

You can't save anyone, and that's why you try to save anyone.

Until then, saving yourself may also be an attempt.

So, I made a choice in my heart.

This warm space is not a home for itself.

Thinking so, the chopsticks in his right hand turned into a pistol.

The muzzle of the black hole was slowly moving with Natsume's movements.

As if they had suddenly forgotten Natsume, they didn't notice that they were being pointed at gunpoint, and the three of them laughed and said something that made people feel very distant.

Closing his eyes, his eyes did not hesitate when they opened again.

I will move forward and will not stand still.

So, goodbye.

The past that once was.

Distant memories.

It was unclear how many times the trigger was pulled, and three bullets were fired in quick succession, and they hit the heads of three nearby men.

Before the blood flower could bloom, their voices turned into foam and disappeared into the air.

Then, the world turned upside down.

Natsume found himself lying on the ground, with the Contender next to his left hand, and he felt the feeling of his left foot, and his whole body was like a new life, and the wound miraculously healed.

At this time, he saw Yan Feng Qili lying on the ground.

Seeing that he wanted to stand up, Natsume immediately moved over and grabbed Contender, pressing it against the other man's forehead.

Yan Feng Qili, who immediately understood the situation, smiled wryly at the dramatic ending. After such a tragic life-and-death battle just now, I didn't expect that the key to the final victory or defeat was the accidental factor of who woke up first.

Or is it that the one who ends the nightmare first by his own will wakes up first?

“… It's so stupid, why refuse it? ”

Low, full of anger and hatred.

"That thing, it deceived everyone from the beginning."

"Deception? No kidding! That thing is the greatest being! How could it be possible to deceive ......! ”

Hoarse and tired voice, Natsume pointed at himself

"I am, on behalf of the deceitful existence, remember my identity."

Both of them have come into contact with the thing in the Holy Grail, and understood its true identity, and at the same time know each other's secrets, then, Yan Feng Qili should understand.

Natsume said, and Yan Feng Qili shook his head

"You're not, you're the messenger from that thing!"

"I am not a messenger, but a ......"

The finger slid towards the trigger, and the firing pin bullet shot out of the chamber.

Instantaneous fires and roars.

An accurate shot shot directly through Yan Feng Qili's heart.

"I am, the one who betrayed the king and the future." (To be continued......)