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The light flashed and it was in the courtyard.

At this time, the sun has risen high and warm. Clouds snuggle around it, occasionally drifting across its surface, casting a cool shadow over the world below.

Transitioning from darkness, his bedroom felt discordant to the bright day, and he involuntarily walked towards the door of the house. He remembered it was dark and quiet inside, and that's what he wanted now.

A heavy pressure rushed over his heart and chest, making it difficult for him to breathe. The spell was already in place, and he clung to it with desperate determination.

Don't think, don't think, don't think.

The two youngest of the clan, Tessie and Mirren, ran around the yard, screaming and laughing as they played hide-and-seek. Tessie ran up to him, giggling, and shouted, "Hey, Sef! Mirren followed.

He didn't react, only a vague part of his brain recorded their presence.

The doors of the clan house are open. As he walked by, the shade of the room enveloped him. He gratefully stepped into its embrace, and finally stopped a few feet away from the House Hall.

Then he stood up and didn't know what to do.

More Veilers wander the halls, chatting, or simply walking from room to room, carrying furs, tools, or baskets of supplies. Laughter rang out among the crowd and echoed around the corners. The atmosphere was relaxed, warm and happy.

It felt like he had just walked into someone's home and barged into a normal family activity. And they do.

He doesn't fit.

A feeling of being out of place grew stronger, and he suddenly wanted to leave. Why is he here? He is an outsider. He doesn't belong here.

His discomfort tripled instantly, but his feet felt like they were glued to the floor. He wanted to leave. He wanted to stay. He wants something, needs something, but doesn't know how to get it, or even what it is.

He felt lost.

"Sef?" A woman with short black hair noticed him first and walked over to him. She was followed by Mona, a quiet young woman who spoke with her hands.

His body stiffened, and he stared at the two of them with a glazed gaze. The first woman's name was Irha (I

haa), the smile on her face quickly faded.

"Are you alright?" Her head barely reached his chest, making her tilt her head back so she could see his face. He nodded silently. Don't think about it. Don't think about it.

She was too close, but his feet still couldn't move. He took a quick, shallow breath and stuck in his throat.

Everything is falling apart, but it's not. He wanted to cry, but the body's eyes were still clear and dry. Its heartbeat was calm and steady, even though he felt like screaming and curled up on the ground.

It doesn't make any sense. Nothing is suitable. This gap tore him apart, and he found himself wishing he had never logged into the game. It's what makes it all so much worse.

"Hey," Ilha gently placed his hand on his arm. "You don't look good, what's going on?"

He shrugged and let go of her hand. Her brow furrowed deeply, and she exchanged a look with Mona.

Mona's hands danced, carving intricate patterns in the air. Ilha watched. "Good idea. I will stay here. ”

She nodded lightly and turned to leave, her steps with the ease and fluidity that every Veil Clan member possessed.

"Come on," she said. "Let's sit here."

She led him into a side room. This room is much larger, with rows of long tables hewn out of wood. Each table is crammed with benches of the same style, which can easily accommodate more than a hundred people. More benches clinging to the walls and are covered with soft fur and cushions.

She walked over to one of the fur benches. She sat to the side, looking up at him expectantly.

Without saying a word, he sat down on the other end as she suggested. The fur is much softer than it looks and warm to the touch.

He sighed, shifted his weight, and instinctively lifted his foot. He curled up sideways on the bench, clasping his legs, wondering if he could just disappear. Go to a place where there is nothing, where he doesn't need to think, he doesn't need to feel.

Stop, he told himself. Stop thinking about it. Focus on the game. That's why you're here, right?

"Did the other clans bother you?"

What? She put her hands on her lap and tilted her head to look at him. A little confused, he shook his head. Why is she asking this?

"You look like someone has taken a piece of meat out of you. It's all written on your face. Even though it was our first time meeting, it was clear that something was wrong. ”

Oh. Sev covered his face with one hand, as if to erase all traces of the chaos in his heart. Anyway, how did she know? This body did not shed tears and did not feel pain. It's not even true.

But Finn is real. And then he was gone.

A terrible shiver swept through his body, and he pressed hard against his face against his knees. He blinked his eyes, still completely dry, staring desperately at the distant wall. The wall is a buoy in a storm, something to hold onto, but even it seems to be shaking dangerously in the waves.

She was still looking at him. He could feel it. It made him feel like there was a giant spotlight shining on him from above, revealing everything he wanted to hide in the dark. He pulled his arms closer together and buried his face in his arms like a child.

"I'm just here to help." She said softly. "You can tell me if you want."

He still couldn't get himself to see her. She's a stranger.

He buried his face in his knees, wondering how long it would take for her to give up and leave him alone.

"What's going on?" Someone asked. It's a familiar sound.

He lowered his arms enough so he could see Mona returning, carrying none other than Morn. The man looked like he was dressed as usual in a black thief-style outfit with sparkling cobalt eyes.

"I'm glad Mona was able to find you."

"She found me. What do you need me to do? Then Mahon's gaze spotted him. "Ahh I understand. ”

Do you see anything? Severance regretted coming here more than ever. Uncle Finn is dead and he's playing a game. Maybe he should quit. He's stupid. None of this helped.

Not when Finn wasn't there.

The breath got stuck in the throat. The world trembled, and he tightened his knees with his arms, as if trying to hold everything together. He blinked quickly, then closed his eyes and closed them. He wished he could fall into the ground and disappear forever.

It seems that no one really misses him. No longer.

"Please give us some space," Mahon whispered to the women. The two did as they were told, and left the huge dining room without a sound. After they left, Maon crouched in front of Seif, their gaze remaining on the same level.

"So."

Sev barely opened his eyes. He looked at Mahon's chin, unwilling to meet the man in his dark eyes. He was nervous as he prepared for the inevitable onslaught of problems. But Mahon didn't do that. He just smiled. "How about we go hunting?"

Yes?

Mahon placed a warm hand on his wrist. Without warning, the room suddenly turned to snow. There is a faint sense of displacement。。。。。。。 He stood on the sand.

New scenery around. The gray-blue sky is cloudless, and the gray-white sand stretches as far as the eye can see. It was a desolation that had been washed away. Half-buried buildings jut out of the sand, and the ruins hint at a magnificent city that once existed.

What is this place?

"Keep your eyes open," Mahon said. He stood casually to the side, his eyes scanning his surroundings. "It may look empty, but this area is more famous for its spider nests."

"Arachni?" He repeated. He didn't know what they were doing here, or why Mahon had dragged him here all of a sudden. He just wanted to curl up and disappear, and he wanted to quit. But-

He didn't.

He slid deftly down, both of his daggers unsheathed. He even gave them a spin a bit to get a cooler point, though it was completely unnecessary. This guy probably has hundreds of points left.

Although he really didn't care in his heart, he couldn't help but ask, "What is a spider?" ”

"Hmm." Morn touched his chin. Then his gaze seemed to be focused on something behind Seif's shoulder. "Here's one, if you're so curious."

Turn around. Then he almost fell backwards to the ground. A giant mutant spider loomed over his head. He has never been a fan of spiders, but when he sees them, he never has had the problem of squashing them. But the sight of such a huge and towering building in front of him was enough to sweep away all the thoughts in his mind and replace them with pure, pure fear.

A dagger flew over his head and stabbed into one of the spider's many black eyes. Its shaggy jaws splayed out, making an angry clicking sound from the open pit between them.

Maken rushed past Seif, his other sword glistening in the sun. The man in black stabbed out his second eye and grabbed another knife at the same time. The next one was just then, and he jerked out two of his weapons, squirting a stream of gray, inky liquid from his damaged eye.

Eight slender legs trembled before they succumbed, and the spider's lean body collapsed. As soon as he landed, his body began to hiss. A sickly yellow gas began to rise.

Quick, Maken reached out and grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled Seif back.

"Stab them in the eye a few times and they'll die easily," Mohn explained. "But that gas is another story. I've seen it corrode a person off and leave only the bones. Seif craned his head and looked at Mahon in horror. He even forgot about the uncomfortable feeling of his ass being dragged across the sand. "Is that really the case?"

"Oh yes. It will even decompose on its own. You take a look. ”

He immediately regretted doing so.

The spider's remaining eyes were melted slime running down its droopy face. Its flesh oozes from its bones like hairy slime. The gas hovered over the entire corpse, now subsided, but still casting an eerie yellow color in the surrounding area.

Do spiders have bones? But now that he saw the spider-like skeleton, he was sure he wouldn't be able to sleep for the rest of his life. It looks even weirder than the spider's appearance. And the skull, and all of its eye sockets......

He shuddered.

"As long as you kill them and keep your distance, it's not that hard." When Morn loosened Seif's collar, his tone was unusually happy. "Still, if you put a couple of nests close together, it's a little exciting."

"Exciting?" He stood up, clutching his war fan. Looking around vigilantly, he didn't see any other weird spider monsters, but that didn't ease his nerves. What Ma Hon's thought was exciting would certainly be something absolutely scary.

A click rose from all around. At first it appears to come from a nearby pile of rocks, but nothing is actually seen. Then it came from the opposite direction and turned to look. Again, he didn't see anything.

Where does the sound come from? More and more strange, cacophony of noises joined in until it became a constant noise.

"We should have found a nest of the right size."

Maon deliberately dragged them to this place because he knew exactly what was here.

The sand suddenly rose upwards and within seconds it was a mountain. It falls off when the two furry spider legs are as thick as Seif's arms. They stand up first and then stab down to get support so that the spider can pull itself up.

The other two legs burst out of the sand, followed by the ability to pull themselves up.

The other two legs rushed out of the sand, and the others quickly followed. As the rest of the body rises to the ground, the sand pours down, revealing multiple black eyes on the head. The jaw is slightly open and then wider.

The spider chirped and shuffled, facing them.

Sev doesn't think about his uncle anymore. Instead, all he could focus on was the disturbing monsters around him. That, one more thought:

Mahon is crazy.