Hmm-

Jack slowly opened his eyes.

In front of him was a hazy place, and the brilliant lights formed various circles of light in front of his eyes.

In his ears was a slightly noisy noise, mixed together to torment his spirit.

Struggling to get up with his hands propped up.

Jack shook his head slightly, and suddenly felt a sharp pain.

It was as if something had pierced the head and then pulled it out.

"Uh~"

Feeling the pain, Jack couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.

He leaned over his head and hugged his head, as if that would make him feel better.

After the pain had passed, Jack could barely look around.

Where is this?

At this point, his vision was no longer so ambiguous.

I turned my head and looked, and there were bustling streets all around.

And he was standing at the center of the crossroads at the moment.

The place was illuminated by brilliant lights, and Jack could clearly see the many people moving around.

From time to time, horse-drawn carriages drove slowly past with bells.

Those noisy voices are what they make.

Jack stood a little confused, not knowing what was going on.

He remembered that he seemed to be bewitched, and then exchanged the cow for a few peas.

And he couldn't remember what happened after that.

Including how you got here and why your head hurts so much.

None of the people passing by around had their eyes on Jack.

Jack endured his headache and crossed the road.

On the way, a carriage crashed directly into him, and he was so frightened that he quickly dodged.

Jack's heart was secretly afraid.

But the groom did not move, and did not even look at it.

He just drove the horses as if nothing had happened, and walked forward at a steady pace.

Jack felt like it was a terrible day.

It seems that luck is not related to him, and bad luck takes advantage of the opportunity.

He walked over to a man and wanted to ask what time it was.

"Hello, do you know what time it is?"

In the face of Jack's greeting, the man turned a deaf ear, did not even give a glance, and only looked at the newspaper in front of him.

"Hello, what time is it?"

Jack had no choice but to raise his voice.

But the man still didn't react.

Jack was starting to feel that something was wrong.

In order to test their own conjectures.

He ran to the others and greeted them loudly.

As a result, no one paid any attention to him, and he didn't even look at him.

It's as if Jack were a ghost that doesn't exist.

Even if Jack touched those people with his hand, there was still no reaction.

And the objects he affected were also strangely restored after a few seconds.

Jack stood still.

I looked at this incomprehensible everything in disbelief.

It was as if he had been forgotten by the world.

Jack's teeth chattered and he was in endless fear.

He ran like crazy, trying to get out of here.

But suddenly the scene around me began to change.

The noisy dust turned into particles of nothingness in an instant.

One by one, the brilliant lights went out.

After a period of darkness, it lit up again.

A misty white fog poured out of the gates and windows of the various streets, filling everything around them, leaving only the intersection where Jack was.

And the pedestrians don't seem to be aware of this.

One figure after another emerged from the white mist, and then disappeared into the white mist.

Jack stopped and looked ahead with a look of fear.

In front of him, there were unknown phantoms.

Tong Kong trembled slightly, Jack is not a warlock who has not even broken through 0.3, how has he ever seen this scene.

"Who are you?"

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Jack plucked up his courage and asked the misty apparitions.

But the only answer to him was the endless silence.

Gritted its teeth so that it could not tremble.

Then a spell was thrown, but this could only be done on the phantom, causing a few ripples like water.

“%#&……”

Suddenly, the phantoms began to chant a faint whisper.

As if with endless magic, Jack felt as if his memories were fading away.

There was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

That's confusion about self-existence.

What exactly am I......

No!

I'm Jack! I'm Jack!

He fell to his knees and bit the tip of his tongue hard, trying to resist the feeling of losing himself.

And the phantom's whispers continued.

……

"That means you haven't found anything in a month, have you?"

Ji Yan held the thermos cup in both hands, smiled kindly, and said to the person in front of him.

It was a trembling young man, and when he heard this, sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead.

Even though the person in front of him looked much younger, he didn't dare to be disrespectful at all.

"I'm sorry, sir!"

"It's not that I don't work hard, they're too cunning!"

“……”

Ji Yan drank water while listening to the young man's explanation.

Seeing that the thermos cup had bottomed out, he put it on the table.

And the shadow on the side hurriedly refilled the hot boiling water for Ji Yan.

"Why are you so nervous?"

"I'm not going to do anything to you?"

When the young man heard this, he cautiously glanced at the shadow again, and then he did not dare to speak even more.

"Ding Dong—"

"Manhattan Corondo initiated a video chat with you."

"Answer or not."

Ji Yan's eyes changed slightly, and he glanced at the young man on the side.

The young man seemed to feel something, and his head was buried even lower.

"If you can't find it next time......

"Shadow seems to be developing a new recipe here......"

Hearing this, the young man sweated like rain and wet his back ridge.

And say you're not a demon!

After the young man withdrew, Ji Yan looked at the beating panel in front of him.

The background is a foggy patch.

This account of the Lord of Confusion, after many days, has finally been launched.

Almost without much hesitation, Ji Yan responded.

……

A vague aura began to permeate the white mist.

Several phantoms seemed to sense something, and their bodies began to flicker with watery ripples.

Wave after wave.

It shows their irrepressible excitement.

At the center of the crossroads, Jack's brain was now nearly blank.

But when his remaining consciousness sensed this breath, it suddenly came to his senses.

It was a sacrifice.

A sacrifice to the gods.

And he is this sacrifice!

This discovery caused Jack to break down even more mentally.

In the past, gods only existed in the mouths of classmates.

And today, is he going to face the gods?

The breath was getting thicker and stronger, and Jack should not have been able to bear the passing out.

But he strangely maintained a certain level of sobriety.

A figure appeared in front of Jack.

He knew the figure well.

Because every time he lifted water, he would see a shadow reflected on the water.

This is exactly himself.

"God......"