In the thick darkness, all kinds of strange colors change and piece together, forming a picture with a soft light. It seemed to tell a strange story, some people were arguing in silence, some were kneeling in front of a burning mansion, some were covered in blood and seemed to be struggling to get rid of something, and some were crying as if something had happened to the saddest. The images kept switching, faster and faster, colliding and overlapping, and finally shattered and torn into flecks of light, which became darker and darker, and finally disappeared......

With a low exclamation, a gray figure suddenly sat up from the stone bed. He gasped heavily, his heavy breathing sounded like a dying beast, and he pressed his head hard, and the feeling of a splitting headache was like being hit by someone, almost torturing people to madness.

Before he could recover from his headache, a scalding burning sensation spread from his left arm. Quickly pulling back his sleeve, he saw a translucent arm that seemed to be made of rolling mist. At this moment, on the forearm under the palm of his hand, an unknown force slashed through his "skin", and in the light smoke that slowly rose, a strange symbol shaped like a three-pointed grass branch was carved one by one.

Before he could scream, all the pain disappeared in an instant, as if it had never appeared at all. Flicking his arm violently, he realized that the symbol had turned into a dark black scar that could no longer be removed.

The gray figure sighed silently, not knowing whether it was a hint from the bottom of his heart or something, he quickly accepted the imprint. Looking around, he realized that the place he was in was a large circular room. Dozens of stone beds identical to those under him are neatly placed here. They were surrounded by layers of divergent circles, and in the center of the circle, stood a huge black stone pillar with fine crimson runes flowing from it.

It's a dark green world, and everything seems to be covered in a floating mist, and it's hard to see when you shake it. In the braziers on the surrounding walls, the pale flames emitted an eerie glow. But he was not alone, for around him lay many shadows like him on the bed.

The gray figure struggled to move its body, trying to get down from the stone bed, but at this moment, a skull placed in the corner of the stone bed suddenly flew into the air. "Are you crazy! Swear by my ex-girlfriend! You must be crazy!" the jaw of the skull kept opening and closing, as if it was extremely angry at this moment, "I used the engraving on the first mission? Well, I bet you'll regret it, definitely!"

The gray figure stared at the "head" flying up and down. "Flying skulls, can talk?......" He was startled by his own voice, an emotionless friction sound that didn't sound like the sound of his mouth at all, but he quickly stopped caring because his current confusion made it difficult for him to focus on these inconsequential details.

"You're disrespectful to me, my friend! You say I'm a skull?!" Two purple flames danced from the hollow eye sockets of the skull, and if that were its eyes, it did indeed spew with rage. "For the sake of you're still a newcomer, I can forgive you for once! But you have to remember for me, my name is Mott! I wouldn't mind if you put 'great' in front of it!

The gray figure nodded awkwardly. "Well, Mott, please accept my sincerest ......" He stopped in the middle of his sentence, and a most strange question came to his mind, and Ben could not find any answer. He found that he couldn't remember anything about himself, "I, I ......" he kept repeating the word, as if he was thinking about something, and his body trembled in pain.

"Hah, you want to ask, 'Who am I??, look, that's why I don't like to be with new people!" Mott lamented, "because they are always obsessed with questions like 'Who am I, where am I coming from, where am I?' and so on, completely unnecessary, even stupid!", Its tone changed suddenly, "Praise the great master! It's a great way to erase your memories! Otherwise, all kinds of problems alone will torture me to death!well, maybe I've never lived......"

The gray figure was still asking who he was, but a name quickly popped into his mind. "Cleaner......" he looked up, "I'm a Cleaner, right?"

"Praise the great master! It seems that you are not completely confused! Yes, you are the Purger! Remember, the most useless question here is 'Who am I'!" Mott flew to the stone pillar in the center of the room, slamming its skull against it and making a series of "dang dang" sounds. "Look at the law above, number one!"

The gray figure shook his head, he didn't think he recognized the "runes" on it, or the words. "Oh my God, I don't know, I'm afraid the nezumi with the lowest IQ are more knowledgeable than you!" Mott grumbled, dropping himself to the top of the pillar. "Rule 1: Never ask 'Who am I?' because you have no memory......!

"To clear ......," the gray figure continued, remembering who he was, as if everything had become natural. "Why do you want to erase our memories?" he asked, looking at his "colleague" lying on the stone bed next to him.

"It's a problem again!Well, to put it simply, because you're constantly playing different roles, you're going to forget your true identity sooner or later, and you'll end up lost in a chaotic personality and go completely insane!" Mott's mouth cracked, as if it was laughing, "Crazy Clearer, that's a big problem!" it paused, and added, "Of course, the memories here won't be erased, well, in fact, you don't have much to lose." ”

"Then why can't I remember you? We've met before, haven't we?" asked the gray figure.

"Of course you do! And I keep reminding you that you have to remember everything here!And you look like an idiot who has forgotten your mind somewhere!" Mott flew up to the gray figure and said loudly, "I hope you can quickly adapt to your identity, or I'll go and apply for resignation!"

"I'm sorry, Mott......" said the gray figure apologetically, "Didn't I remember that I was the Cleaner? Give me a little more time, and it will be all right, I promise!" He seemed to remember something, "And what about my name? I mean, the name here can't always be the 'Cleaner', right?"

Mott landed directly on the empty stone bed opposite. "Don't think about this, change it! Your last name is really terrible! If you say it, I, as your assistant, I'm afraid I won't be able to find a decent girl again!"

"Okay......" The gray figure nodded, giving up on retrieving memories of other events that had happened here, he was in dire need of a new name now.

Mott flew impatiently into the air. "It takes so long to come up with a name?" he stared at the stone bed with his eyes, "I've always had a good idea, but it was rejected by the guy before, I'm sure you won't let me down!" His jaws opened and closed together, "Tell me the number next to the stone bed." ”

The gray figure glanced down. "Number 86, if that'...... you're referring to"

"That's right, you'll be called 'Cleaner 86'! What a name!" Mott spun around in the air and flew back in front of the gray figure, "Newcomer, don't refuse! I mean, if you accept the name, I'll call you 'Boss' with respect in the future!

The gray figure was stunned for a moment, and quickly accepted his new name, for him, "boss" is far better than "newcomer". Unbeknownst to him, however, that the law on the pillar clearly stated that the skulls of the assistants must be honored as "Boss" by the skulls it serves......

"Hey, No. 86! No, no...... I mean, boss, if nothing else, get your ass off the stone bed," said Mott, "we've been here long enough!"

Number 86 floated off the stone bed, and he wanted to lift his legs, but found that he didn't have to walk at all. "Mott, last question," he asked, pointing to the mark, "what does this mark mean, and why do you say I will regret it?"

"Only you know what it means, every Cleaner has a chance to leave an imprint on their body, maybe something to remember in the mission, maybe something to remember, etc.......," Mott explained, "and you used it on your first mission!

"I used it, but why can't I remember what it means?" Eighty-six, sliding his finger over the engraving, "And, what do you mean by mission?"

"Of course you can't remember! Because of its meaning, memories that don't belong here, will also be erased!" said Mott, flying towards the door on the wall of the room, "As for whether you can remember, well, maybe, maybe not...... Who knows?"

Number 86 silently lowered his sleeves. "Can I remember?......" he thought to himself, and quickly followed, "what about the mission?

The skull fell in the air, as if venting its frustration. "Boss, who said 'last question'!" it turned and yelled, "what is the mission! Of course it is our job! For the sake of the master, why send such a tormentor!"

Number 86 fluttered on the ground, the hooded cloak that wrapped around its body emitted a curvy black gas in the air. "So...... So can you tell me who the owner is?......" His question is far from over.

"The master is the master!

"Uh...... All right. Your ex-girlfriend, too, is ......"

"You are discriminating! Can't a skull have a gender! You can never understand the wisdom of your master! Forever!"

"That's really the last question...... Ahem, what is our mission?"

"Oh my God! We're here for the world and parallel?!......! I swear, I swear by a torso I never had! If you say another word, I'll resign at once!"

"......" (To be continued.) )