A peerless killer possessing a cat girl assassin from another world

"Take it."

A dagger was thrown in front of him.

"..."

"Take it." The voice left no doubt.

A small hand reached out tremblingly and grasped the handle of the knife.

"From now on, this is the only thing you can rely on, and you can do whatever you want with it."

"But before you do it, think about the consequences..."

"That's it. Just get through tonight and go to bed at dawn."

After saying that, the woman in front of him disappeared, and only one person was left in the entire forest.

......

Tonight's dream came as promised.

Mr. Maxim is not here, this is time that belongs to me and "me" alone.

I observed the surrounding environment. The terrain was obviously undulating, surrounded by mountains and forests...

This is probably a dense forest valley in the Kush Mountains.

Surrounded by steep slopes and cliffs that are difficult to climb, this area has become a forbidden area that almost no one has ever set foot in.

The "punishment" that the vampire woman was talking about...is this it?

Leave me alone in the dark forest to spend the long night?

And I know very well that the woman must be watching from the side, because she won't really leave me alone...

The so-called "punishment", what is it for?

From time to time, the howling of three or two unknown creatures could be heard from the dark forest, accompanied by the cold air blowing down from the top of the mountain, which made people's hair stand on end.

"I" stood in this open space, holding the dagger tightly in both hands, looking around at the almost identical scenery, at a loss.

The woman only left a dagger and a sentence like "You can do whatever you want with it"...

But I don’t know what to do specifically.

Finally, after my feet started to go numb from standing there, I had to randomly choose a direction and go deeper into the jungle.

The cold wind in the valley made the leaves of the strange and twisted trees rustle.

I always feel like something is watching me, even when there is nothing there.

It's hard to imagine that this place and the outside of the mountain belong to the same world...

"what!!!"

I don't know where a shrill howl came from, and it echoed in the valley for a long time. I was so scared that I immediately squatted down with my head in my hands, covering my ears, not wanting to hear that sound again.

what's the situation?

Is there anyone else here?

The valley's terrain was extremely complex and filled with dense forests. Not to mention ordinary people, even some weaker adventurers thrown in would find it difficult to get out.

This is assuming that there are no dangerous creatures in the valley...

I was really worried for myself. How could an unarmed little girl...with only one weapon, survive a night here?

The echoes of the wailing had just subsided when a disgusting smell gradually filled the air.

Unable to avoid it, I was instantly enveloped in an extremely foul smell.

It was like the feces of several animals mixed with a pile of garbage that had been spoiled for months. Even if I covered my mouth and nose, the smell still penetrated my nostrils and continuously assaulted my sense of smell.

I don't know why, but I started to envy Master...

I didn't bother to suppress the urge to vomit, because while my sense of smell was being violated, my sensitive hearing also detected some strange sounds along with the stench.

The howls of excitement and the clattering sounds of the limbs rubbing against the ground at high frequencies.

"I" instinctively continued to cover my mouth and nose, and ran towards the bushes next to a tree as fast as I could. The sharp thorns scratched my skin, leaving red marks, and blood oozed out.

Soon, the beasts that were howling inexplicably revealed their true identities.

A dog-shaped monster covered in rot and pus.

One ghost face is particularly creepy, you can almost see how exposed the skull is.

Corpse Prison Dog...

I recognized this rather rare monster.

They have no vision or sense of smell. The only thing they can rely on is a pair of ears standing upright, which is also the only intact organ in their body.

The academy's monster course once mentioned that the Corpse Hound was a kind of monster between a living creature and an undead spirit. They liked to live in groups, and a little noise could attract a large group of them.

The fighting power of an individual is very average, no more than that of a medium-sized dog, but once they act as a group, they are even more dangerous than a pack of wolves.

"When you encounter these beasts, it's best to shut your mouth and not make any sound, unless you want to be torn to pieces by those foul-mouthed guys."

The teacher's words of warning still seem to be ringing in my ears.

The current situation confirmed what the teacher said. The poor man's screams attracted the prison dogs in the entire area. In a short while, the vicious dogs following the sound would eat him up.

But thanks to this trial, now even I understand the importance of keeping quiet and not making loud noises.

But I had been on edge since the beginning, and when the last vicious dog ran past, I couldn't hold it in any longer and vomited with a wow...

Tears of stress rolled down my cheeks.

"Woo..."

Even at this point, the instinct for survival still forced me to suppress my voice, and sad sobs slowly came out of my throat.

Maybe now I finally understand what "punishment" means.

It was a double oppression of the mind and body, even worse than the pain of the whip...

I saw all of this and felt the same way.

As if I am "me".

It’s still the same question, will one difference change the trajectory of your entire life?

If I were "me" at the same age, would I really be able to withstand these experiences?

All of this is unknown, because I am not "me" after all. I am just a "bystander" in this dream. Even if I suffer the same pain that "I" have suffered, I still cannot truly "empathize".

From that very first night, I and "I" are no longer the same person.

Just because we have experienced completely different lives...

At this point, is it really reasonable to still call this place a "dream"?

Perhaps I should believe Mr. Maxim's conjecture and accept the fact that this is actually a "memory".

The memory that does not belong to me...

......

After almost vomiting all the food I had eaten that day, I crawled in the bushes, helplessly letting the tears slide down my eyes.

"Hey."

A gentle call came from a distance.

"I" tried my best to raise my head and look towards the source of the sound.

"Here...If you want to live, follow me..."

......