[This chapter is recommended to be read with BGM: "Things of the Deep" - Sadrecords.] Please do not leave the title of the book or the author's name in the music comment section. 】

The moment he looked at it, Bai Buzhi felt a dizziness, and his brain seemed to be knocked again.

He vaguely realized why the man didn't get up and run away in the first place, this thing was deadly enough just to look at. There is no confrontation either, because the two sides are not equal at all.

All his previous efforts were futile and ridiculous in comparison, like a praying mantis stretching out its thin arms to stop the chariot. No one needed to explain it to him, he understood the meaning of the name "flower pot" and what "sprout" meant.

The swollen female corpse was only an outward shell, both dead and pregnant, and out of that decaying shell gave birth to a higher will.

Life or death is only a manifestation of human life, and it has no meaning at all.

No resistance, no escape.

Bai Buzhi looked at the flower pot in a daze, and was speechless for a while.

He felt dizzy and headaches, but he also felt a little laughing.

I don't know if he has ever read a similar scene in a fantasy novel to have such a strong sense of familiarity...... What's next? Will he be devoured like a passerby, or will he be like a protagonist who will explode and fight back?

He forced his eyes shut.

If fiction can come true, if the Foundation can, then maybe he can still be saved.

The female corpse had already given birth to the upper half of her body, and it was soon taller than Bai Buzhi who was squatting on the ground, and the corpse looked down at him, and the previous hiding was meaningless.

No matter where you are, it will find you.

The viscous and foul-smelling liquid meandered like a black snake on the ground, in a direction that Bai Bu didn't know.

In the face of a crisis, the first reaction is, of course, to stand back and leave.

But Bai Buzhi stood up.

The night was so long that he could barely even stand. He looked at the female corpse, his eyes lit up. He spoke in a low voice, like to an equal being who could talk.

"I've always felt like I'm not a second-class patient. Whether the story is true or false, I can tell the difference and will not immerse myself in the false story. ”

The Foundation is cool, Cthulhu is cool, no problem.

Shiro doesn't know or believe, but he respects those who believe in it.

But if he was asked to give his life for these things, admitting that he should die for it, then he refused.

"Some people are afraid of ghosts, and some people believe in God. I don't believe anything, I know it's all fake, until today you're here. ”

The female corpse's eyes were cloudy and green, and she didn't know what dirt had grown, and she couldn't tell if she understood it or not.

"So if the fantasy world really exists, why are you invincible? Why can't it be me? He whispered, holding out his arm towards it.

Is that bug in the game really just a bug? Bugs are almost non-existent in this day and age, especially crumb swimming.

If it was just a game, why did the message from the "gardener" have such a similar style and rules?

If it was just a game, why did the copy he had just played, and the pamphlet that the driver was carrying, have such a similar expression as "germination" appearing?

What the hell is he playing? Or...... For Bai Buzhi, who is desperate at the moment, what is more important is -

Can the abilities in the game be reproduced in reality?

Bai Buzhi held the swollen and rounded wrist of the female corpse with his backhand.

It felt very bad to the touch, even disgusting, like touching a cold jelly that emitted a foul smell. The epidermis, which had long been overwhelmed, burst open under his force, and a large amount of black liquid flowed out. Again, instead of flowing downward, the liquid wrapped around Bai Buzhi's outstretched hand as if it were alive.

He felt in a trance.

He knew he had failed.

Whether it's a chance or a life, it's only once, and it will soon be over.

The hideous and terrifying face of the corpse in front of him seemed to split into several pieces, each with a huge grin.

- It's laughing.

For the first time in his life, Shiro didn't hear a corpse make a sound.

It wasn't any language he'd ever heard. The pronunciation was vague, muddy, and illegible, and every vowel was obscure.

The only thing that could be read was undisguised ecstasy, which it didn't do when it corrupted other humans.

He felt drowsy and lowered his gaze as he held the arm of the female corpse. It has been encased in a black liquid and is shrinking inward into dry bones.

That's always the way it is. Things in the story will happen in reality, except for the part that is good for you. He was already thinking a little sluggishly.

Thankfully, the call lasted a long time.

The body was also wrapped in the juice that spread, and the sound of life force passing could almost be heard.

The black liquid couldn't wait to cover the surface of the human body, and soon fell to the ground with a heavy sound. On the empty second floor, the female corpse continued to scream in ecstasy—only the sound soon stopped as if it had been snapped.

For the first time, the black liquid suddenly dispersed as if it had encountered some natural predator, and the female corpse retreated backwards.

It was clear that the wrapped human form had been corroded to the point that only a head remained, and there was no life at all, but the body of the female corpse quickly dissolved into another puddle of black liquid.

That's a sign that it wants to get out of the way.

It was only before it completely returned to a puddle of black liquid on the ground that the only remaining head not far away opened its eyes without warning.

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It's a dream again, and it's somewhat familiar.

I don't know why I feel tired, but the stone house with the fire in the distance and the hidden door seem to be out of reach.

His body was so heavy that he couldn't even lift his feet up.

Is there a scale tied to this foot—he thought, looking down, and then jumping three feet high in shock.

At this moment, where is the cold sand plain, which is clearly a small puddle of black sludge, the size of a palm, slimy. This is also the source of the previous heavy feeling.

Bai Buzhi snorted and immediately jumped to the side.

Oddly enough, after he discovered the mud, it no longer seemed to be able to hinder his movements.

He rubbed the soles of his shoes on the clean sand and kicked up a lot of sand to cover the mud completely.

It wasn't until the sludge was completely out of sight that he stepped on the original sludge a few times to confirm that the feeling of his feet was real, and even jumped twice before shaking his head and continuing to walk forward.

"What the hell ......" Bai didn't know.

After just a few steps, it occurred to him that he seemed to have trampled the sludge to death.

Trampled to death? Is there life and death in a lump of mud?

The moment he realized this, the dream collapsed again, and he couldn't see anything.

All that remained in the darkness was the white point of light that pulsated like an antelope in the lower left of the horizon, which seemed to have shifted a little to the right and froze in a new position.