Time passed in the dungeon, day and night could not be distinguished in the darkness, and Cesare was tormented by the infection in his restraints.

Cesare had completely lost his sense of time, whether it was hours or days.

No one had opened the door of the dark cell since Mr. Ander was gone, and Ilona, who had promised to find the Count, had not returned.

Although there were occasional footsteps, they would only walk through the doorway, into the next door or other prison, and they couldn't hear from Ilona for a long time.

Life was no longer an exaggeration for Cesare, and the more time passed, the more Cesare felt these hateful mycelium stirring up in his body, ready to find a breakthrough and turn himself into a terrible monster again.

They caused themselves to have a high fever again, making every inch of their muscles swell and ache, and making the silver rings on their fingers tremble slightly, as if they were fighting against the mycelium.

Growling, choking, wailing.

Staying calm in such a situation can be very difficult and make your body more painful, and your body is constantly warning your brain.

The desire for liberation went far beyond simple hunger and thirst, and suddenly a back-current of blood rushed from the bottom up, and the nausea was retching, and Cesare fainted instantly, unable to defy the dizziness.

Then I woke up again at some point, still locked in a dark cell, nothing changed, only a more torturous feeling of dizziness that continued.

Fainting, waking up, and then fainting again, Cesare lost count of how many times he lost consciousness, going back and forth until he couldn't tell the difference between the nightmare and reality.

There was a churn in his stomach, and a strong feeling of nausea surged up his esophagus, causing Cesare to vomit out, covered in rotting mycelium and black mucus.

His body was locked and unable to move, so he could only let a large amount of foul-smelling vomit spill on his body, staining his whole body.

The more he vomited, the more he vomited, and Cesare felt like his intestines were going to be vomited.

Then he woke up in a cold sweat on his head, and when he saw that he was very clean, he realized that it was another nightmare just now.

His conscious consciousness could not last for a moment, and Cesare's body began to feel unusually heavy, as if it was oppressed by an invisible force, and his vision began to blur, as if all the torture he had just experienced was a torture that consumed his energy.

And at this moment, those painful oppressions came to his brain, and all the reality that Cesare saw became distorted and unreal.

Cesare knew he was having a high fever, and his confused mind began to hallucinate.

A brilliant and blurred color appeared in the originally dark and terrifying cell, like an oil painting painted by heavy brush and ink, and the colorful colors interlaced and flowed in the air, gradually changing the cell in front of him into a blurred scene.

"It's a hallucination... It's a hallucination...... Cesare closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth and whispered out his inner voice, repeatedly warning himself not to let the mycelium in his body succeed, they wanted Cesare to give up the struggle, to give up the body for their own possession.

Cesare knew of the mycelium's plot, but when he opened his eyes again, the hallucinations caused by the high fever had not gone away.

Countless disgustingly complex dyes were condensed and dispersed like flesh and blood, turning into a grand and wide hall, and the shadow of an old man stood on a high platform, holding a gavel and shouting—"Five silver coins twice!" ”

That was the auction at Karl Stream? The memories of the past reappeared in the hallucination, and with the sound of the falling hammer, the entire auction hall dissipated like smoke, and the colors distorted and changed, and it completely turned into a luxurious auditorium.

St. Calliu's ball reappeared in a hallucination, and the colors did not restore the appearance of each student, their faces were as blurry as Cesare's memory, all of them were a strange color, like countless ghosts dancing.

A cloud of red dye slowly coalesced into a human form like twisted flesh, and the face of his best friend Sandino slowly emerged from the inexplicable vision.

"Cesare, have you figured out who to dance with......" The hallucinatory voice was so vague, like an auditory hallucination coming from Cesare's head, but each byte was like a steel knife over his scalp, and the pain was unbearable.

The scene of the ball was fleeting, as if a sharp claw had torn the memory out of Cesare's mind, and the two lumps of flesh in front of him had become the appearance of two young girls.

Although the outline of the hallucination was as vague as a mirage, it was his own hallucination after all, so Cesare recognized it.

On one side is his sister Closia in a dress, and on the other side is his maid and playmate Ilona when he was a child.

The two little girls had no facial features, only a blank white, and their bodies stiffened like a pair of statues holding hands, panning towards Cesare.

The hallucinations get closer and closer, the two little girls grow bigger and bigger, Klosia transforms into a cute maiden and puts on the school uniform of St. Karliu, and Ilona becomes slim and wears the black cloak of the crows.

"Brother...... Help me......"

The illusion called, and then her sister's appearance suddenly distorted, and countless mycelium spilled out from under Kloshia's clothes, enveloping her sister's figure.

Ilona, the childhood maid next to her, took out a sterling silver sword and stabbed it at Klosia's heart......

Although he knew that it was just an illusion, Cesare was still shocked, his brow tightened, and he wanted to quickly regain his senses and make all the illusions in front of him disappear.

But instead of doing so, the ghosts around him gathered more and more, and countless familiar figures appeared around Cesare.

Closia, Ilona, Sandino, Hilton, Gallen, and even Henry, the store manager, the bald priest in the church, and the old woman who cheats on him in an abandoned town......

They stiffened and panned closer like dead men, their voices echoing in Cesare's head.

"Cesare." "Cesare." "Cut... Sa... Ray..."

"Cesare ......!"

The brain seems to be about to explode, trying to block the ears but there is no room for struggle because they are bound by chains, and wanting to roar angrily to make these ghosts roll away, but knowing that these are hallucinations brought about by hyphae and high fever, no matter what you shout, it is useless.

In the end, Cesare could only close his eyes and try to escape, while the voices calling his name circled overhead like a swarm of flies, tugging at him, biting him, and faintly hearing Monsieur Rodel's voice.