Colorful flowers bloomed one after another from the well-groomed bushes, crowding one after another, occupying both sides of the gravel pavement. Only next to the roadside tombstones inscribed with various strange runes, will there be a little vacancy.

These tombstones are scattered all around, standing alone in the deserted garden, but they are clean, as if someone is constantly cleaning them.

Farther away, at the end of the flowers, is a majestic workshop.

"Da-da."

Delicate female lace-up boot heels gently tread on the pavement, close to the edge of the railing, brunette youth lying on the ground.

“.”

Hearing footsteps from far and near, Yager struggled to open his eyes from his dizziness and silently covered his head from the ground he had slammed when he fell.

Overturned.

He couldn't help but hiss, for the residual pain in his forehead and brain.

There was a grinding sound of clothes in front of him, as if someone was crouching.

He finally looked up.

A beautiful lady was half-crouching in front of him, layers of dark black skirts piled up. Her skin was not pale like a human, and her crimson lace gloves were tanther to slender fingers with puppet joints.

"Welcome back, good hunter."

"Have you found your worth in the waking world?"

Her voice was ethereal, as if from another time and space.

It's a pity that the person she is talking to has no intention of appreciating.

？

Kindness? Call me?

Well...... Very discerning......

Yager fell into a momentary dazedness.

Wait, how did he get here? He had obviously drunk the Medicine Potion of Sequence Nine in his study.

By the way, it's a potion.

His ability to think, which had been lost due to babbling and dizziness, had finally returned, and he was able to analyze the current situation.

On the pavement surrounded by flowers, the black-haired young man stood up with one hand on the ground, patted the dust on his body, and looked face to face with the lady in front of him in the garden.

She was familiar.

Yager, who glanced left and right, summed up in his mind, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

It's also very familiar.

It is surrounded by a garden with tombstones, a red brick house with a huge chimney in the distance, a huge ancient tree on the right, and a full scarlet moon in the distance.

It certainly wasn't his residence, or even Beckland.

Outside the railing behind him, there is an endless blurry fog of eerie gray-black, as if to cover a large area of the building behind it.

How did he get here? After drinking the potion, he should have been unconscious.

Yager retracted his gaze and thought to himself.

Wrong.

It seems that his state has changed somewhat.

If he counted the feeling he had felt a few days ago and when the real Creator God descended, he suspected that it might mean that the vessel and the body were close together.

However, since the other party shows that he knows him, he will definitely be able to provide a lot of help, so it is better to ask this existence who can communicate first.

Yager nodded politely to the puppet lady in front of him, "Hello, I'm sure I don't remember how we ever got along. ”

"May I ask who you are? Where is this again? ”

Considering that he didn't know anything about this place, and that the disguise would be revealed, he simply didn't hide his state.

Hearing this, the puppet's delicate blue eyes enlarged slightly, as if it was shocked, and then as if it had figured out something, the corners of the pale pink lips curled into a beautiful smile.

She stood up and clasped her hands in front of her chest: "I see." ”

"Good, good hunter, I am a puppet, I take care of this dream, and I am waiting for you here."

"If you seek the echoes of blood, I will guide them to become your strength."

Echoes of blood?

After a few seconds of thought, Yager succeeded in connecting it to the weak strength gained by killing the enemy.

Judging by the name, his ability is really related to blood.

And this should be the 'dream'.

"Can I convert now?" He asked casually.

"Yes."

Miss Doll nodded slightly, holding out her hands with wooden joints.

"Please hold my hand."

The black-haired young man bowed his head and silently stretched out his right hand.

The palms of the dolls slowly close, perhaps because they are not human, they are cold and hard to the touch. But her movements are extraordinarily gentle.

A faint white glow shone through it.

A message came to Yager's mind.

[Name: Yager Dryster]

[Level: 1]

[Vision: 1]

[Echo Possession: 2370]

[Response required for upgrade: 830278232183870]

“？”

“？？？！”

He tilted his head in confusion, not even bothering to count the number of zeros behind him.

No, is there something wrong with your upgrade?!

He's killed several demigods and a bunch of minions in the past few weeks, and even two true creator vessels.

Not even a second level is enough?

Where did the calculation come from?

He asked incredulously, "Does this Level 1 mean human?" ”

"Why do you need so many reverberations?"

Seeing that he had no intention of converting power, Miss Doll withdrew her hands and shook her head.

She slowly explained, "No, it's the level of appearance, and so is the spiritual vision. ”

"However, the reverberations required for the upgrade are calculated on a spiritual basis, and appearances are not within the scope of what I can help you. Sorry, good hunter. ”

Yager succeeded in capturing the key: "The appearance now? Did I have any other appearances? ”

"Of course, venerable hunter," Miss Doll folded her hands and placed them in front of her skirt, "Once upon a time, you were a human. Later, you are a. A young new life. But no matter how your appearance changes, you will always be my beloved hunter. ”

In the middle of the words, Miss Doll paused for a moment, as if searching for the right wording.

New life, this adjective refers to an ominous but interesting one.

"Am I no longer human?" Yager asked with a strange expression, once again grasping the point of the change before and after.

"You will always be a good hunter in my heart." The puppet lady on the other side replied vaguely.

"But that was a long time ago. We haven't seen each other since you put an end to the endless nightmare. ”

"I'm glad you're willing to get your past back."

"This is a hunter's dream. In the beginning, countless hunters visited and slept here, but now, this is your own dream. ”

"Good hunter, do you want to hunt monsters again? I'll be here waiting to listen to your story and soothe your twisted soul. ”

"After all, I'm a puppet, and I'm made for it."

She said.

Miss Doll sounds extraordinarily sincere and knows a lot of things.

It's just that 'twisted souls' sounds a bit harsh.

The corners of Yager's mouth twitched unconsciously, and then he continued to ask: "You mean, I used to hunt monsters with other people?" Where is it? ”

The beautiful doll nodded slightly.

"Right here."

Her slender fingers pointed to the boundless gray-black mist in the distance.

(End of chapter)