There's one thing that's very interesting about magic.

It doesn't matter if you understand the so-called costs, it doesn't matter if you are influenced by these inhuman forces, or even if your loved ones and what you ask for are taken away from you forever.

You know, the feeling of unleashing magic is incredible, imagine that feeling, friend, you can be the most special being of all people, and you can play with the universe and reality in the palm of your hand.

Now, do those costs matter?

Even if you give everything you have, just remember the pleasure you felt when you cast the spell, and all those worries will disappear.

You simply can't let go of that feeling.

Even if you lose someone you love, or someone who loves you, even if the things you think are precious are away from you, even if you feel uncomfortable, anxious, and miserable.

But you know what's going to happen, don't you.

You can't live without these mysterious and gorgeous tricks

In the darkness and vanity, everything seems so chaotic and filthy.

The sound of a trickling rain came from afar, and in the blink of an eye it came near, it was an infinite water from the void, and every drop of water was like ink.

The original dark environment gradually brightened, and in the dim alley, a man fell down in a puddle, and after some time, his fingers trembled slightly, and consciousness returned to his mind.

"Who am I?"

The man opened his eyes in confusion, looking at the strange surroundings at a loss, he was covered in rain, and the unbearable rancid smell entered his nose, making him frown slightly.

He lost his memory, and looking at the unfamiliar palm, the man only felt as if he had lost something very important.

"Where am I?"

Trembling and crawling up, the man only felt that he was so weak all over, he wiped a handful of sewage from his face, and brushed the wet bangs to the back of his head.

Looking around, he found himself in a dilapidated alley, where filthy garbage and rainwater had gathered together and turned into sewage all over the floor, and the stench was fully emitted by the soaking filth, and he even saw a few rotting rats.

The man raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, but before he could put his hand in front of his face, he was washed back two steps by the smell of his own hand.

It was only now that he realized that his body had been covered in filth.

Taking off his coat and looking up at the pitch black sky that could not be seen at all, the man's heart once again had a question.

"What am I going to do?"

Looking blankly in the direction of the alley, the man followed the raindrops and vaguely saw the lights coming from there.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally chose to go out and take a look, maybe outside, he could find someone who could help him, or perhaps, someone who knew who he was and could take him back to his memory.

As soon as he wanted to do it, the man folded his coat and clipped it under his armpit, and then walked out with a quick step on the stagnant water under his feet.

Facing the direction of the neon sign, the man finally came to the outside of the alley, he subconsciously turned around to look back, only to find that the alley behind him had disappeared at some point and turned into a thick wall.

His pupils trembled slightly, and the man couldn't help but reach out and bang on the wall, only to find that it was a real wall, and it was very strong, and his vigorous slapping did not cause any response, but made his hand a little painful.

"What the hell is this?"

The man carefully recalled what had happened since he woke up, and he was sure that he was not hallucinating, let alone crazy, but he did not know why the passage when he came disappeared.

Blinking, the man sighed, he grabbed his clothes, and at the same time made up his mind in his heart.

He wanted to find out what was going on, and in addition to his own background and memories, he knew that the most important thing at this moment was to figure out what this place was and why it was full of unreasonableness.

Walking on the street, the man originally wanted to stop passers-by for help, but what he didn't expect was that he didn't see anyone at all along the way.

Or it can be said that the 'human-form' things he sees are not human beings at all.

The strange creature that looked like a melted wax figure, with a twisted set of flesh and blood, vividly imitated the appearance of a living person.

They are shopping, they are communicating, they can even make human voices, communicate with each other in a relaxed tone and in a language that men do not understand, and even laugh happily when they are happy.

It's just that they can't be considered human beings at all, no matter what is wrapped in that strange biological tissue, men believe from the bottom of their hearts that they are by no means human!

Now, the man is starting to rejoice, he feels that amnesia is a very good thing, because if he still retains his previous memories now, then he will most likely be scared crazy by this scene on the spot.

The man walked aimlessly among the strange creatures, deliberately dodging the fellows and avoiding his own gaze, because he knew that he was the most special one among the monsters.

But for some reason, those guys didn't seem to want to talk to him, they didn't even look at him, they were just doing their own thing.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the man only felt a chill hit, and his body temperature was lower.

Exhaled a breath of turbidity, the cold made the man's body tremble slightly, he knew that he couldn't go on like this, and if he wanted to figure out where he was, he had to take the initiative.

He didn't know what those monsters were, and he didn't know what the consequences of touching them were, but he knew he couldn't go on like this.

Thinking of this, the man took a deep breath, turned around and raised his head, summoning all his courage to look at the distorted monster not far away.

However, the picture that came into view made the man can't help but shrink his pupils.

I saw that under the flooding of the rain, the monster in front of the man was rapidly dissolving, it was like salt soaked in water, slowly losing its original appearance, and was changing to a more treacherous state.

But to the man's shock, the other party didn't seem to notice this at all, and it was still chatting with the same melting creature next to it, and it didn't seem to realize that it was slowly turning into a puddle of gelatinous matter in the raindrops.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, the man looked at this scene in shock, his remaining sanity now could not handle the impact of this scene in front of him, he unconsciously retreated, just wanting to leave this place as soon as possible.

His stiff legs finally became conscious at this moment, and he turned his head and ran without saying a word, looking at more and more humanoid creatures corrupted by the rain, the man hurriedly raised his clothes high and blocked the top of his head.

Running blindly in the rain, the man didn't know how long he had been running, the rain seemed to cover the whole city, and he always had a feeling that he couldn't run out.

But he didn't dare to stop, he lied to himself that it was all his own delusion, and that he would have a chance to escape from this strange place.

The vision was extremely bumpy, and the man was already a little exhausted, and he felt that every time he moved forward was so difficult, as if he had an unbearable weight on his body.

With a big gasp, the man finally stopped, he felt that he could no longer run, the range of the rain seemed to be endless, and he already felt that his breathing was a little difficult.

Looking back, the man wanted to see how far he had run, but when he fixed his eyes, he suddenly found that there was a blood-colored trace on the ground in the direction he came.

The strange thing that looked like flesh fibers was still squirming slightly, and it spread all the way under him, as if he had turned into a snail, leaving an uncomfortable slime in his path.

His teeth chattered uncontrollably, and the man lowered his head tremblingly, his eyes focused on himself.

It was only at this time that he realized that his body had already melted like those monsters, and now he only had one head left, quietly staying on the ground.

There was a dead silence around him, and there was nothing but the sound of the drizzling rain, and the man tried to shout, but he found himself out of control.

He couldn't do anything but watch the water on the ground slowly disappear from his vision.

And he also knew that it was not the water on the ground that was getting higher and higher, but his vision was getting lower and lower. Now, his head will melt into this nothingness.

The last thing that came to the man's gaze was the neon lights in the distance.

As his vision slowly blurred, the man's heart sank into nothingness, and he finally told himself that it was nothing more than a nightmare.

It's just a nightmare.

The sound of dripping rain sounded, and countless inky raindrops fell on the dim alleys.

His fingers trembled slightly, and the man opened his eyes a little confused, and he looked at the unfamiliar environment around him suspiciously, not knowing why he was in this place.

Numb to his feet, the man couldn't help but frown at the disgusting smell.

He held his breath and looked in the direction of the smell with a frown, the filthy garbage and rotting rat carcasses, mixed with the rain, were too much for him to bear.

Turning, the man decided to figure out where he was, and he looked up at the mouth of the alley, which was the neon route and the only direction full of light.

The next moment-

The man froze in place and stopped all movements.

In the haze, he suddenly saw a strange being wearing a black windbreaker and a bird's beak mask, holding a big black umbrella, standing quietly at the mouth of the alley.

(End of chapter)