Put on the original god master C vest and travel through the comics

What is it like to sit on a windowsill that may fall at any time?

What does it feel like to be pointed at by many guns and be shot at any time?

If it was a player in the past, he would say that this made him feel very scared. The fear of dying once would make it difficult for him to face such an occasion, even the fear of stopping breathing.

The scenes of the past are vivid, like a nightmare, so that players can't get rid of it.

In such a state, I am afraid that only by facing death can we truly eliminate this fear?

But players can't.

He didn't dare to gamble.

But the reality is often the opposite of his idea.

How long has it been since I walked in another world and spent as Dadalia?

The player can't remember clearly, the time was normal at the beginning, but after the first year of Conan, several 360 and five days have passed and a year has not passed.

He has almost lost his sense of time.

The only thing he insisted on subconsciously was his acting speed. He controlled the acting speed within a range that was not dangerous, maintaining his precarious sanity.

As Huoshui, there are too many tasks to be completed.

And the dangers are too many.

He seems to be walking on a tightrope, and if he is not careful, he will fall into the abyss.

Or, it is not necessarily that he is already in the abyss.

In such a state, the earlier fear of death also gradually disappeared, and he was like an empty shell, his fiery emotions gradually cooling down, and finally turned into the current completely unfamiliar appearance.

Is he still himself?

Who is he?

--

Dadalia smiled ostentatiously, his smile was completely different from the previous one, and it was also the first time Conan and others saw a smile.

As if it was hidden before, only at this moment is the truth.

He sat on the window sill and wobbled, it was hard to imagine that such a powerful person would have such a light and ethereal appearance.

At this moment, those who knew him and those who didn't, felt very complicated.

Conan remembered his first meeting with Dadalia. At that time, he was actually aware of the problem and had doubts about Dadalia. Dadalia seemed to have a natural ability to make people like him and trust him. ability, these doubts were subconsciously dispelled.

Hearing Dadalia's words at this moment, he somehow felt unexpected and expected.

Therefore, any actions of Dadalia later are also reasonable——

Dadalia leaned back, and suddenly fell from the window sill, like a whale falling into the sea, with the joy of returning home...

But that wasn't homecoming.

Before Conan could react, two figures rushed towards Dadalia. Amidst the dense gunshots, one figure fell down, while the other held Dadalia's hand.

The one who fell was Wuliangye, wearing a wig awkwardly, lying in a pool of blood.

At the moment of dying, he still thought aimlessly why he couldn't control himself. He knew that rushing out rashly would be dangerous, but he still couldn't help it.

Can't help but want to grab Dadalia's hand.

He wanted to tell the lost child that what he was doing now was not going home, but... committing suicide.

He was obviously smiling, and he was obviously uttering wild words, but Wuliangye felt inexplicably that he was crying.

Why jump off?

——Because there is no other way to go back.

Wuliangye slowly closed his eyes.

How do you go back to your hometown?

No, you can't go back.

You know this too, which is why you are so desperate.

Consciousness sinks into darkness...

The other grabbing Dadalia's hand came from Mao Lilan.

Unlike Wuliangye, in the shooting just now, none of the bullets were directed in her direction, so she could hold Dadalia's hand safely and quickly.

Such a move shocked many people, including Dadalia.

Those dull eyes were filled with emotion for the first time, and he didn't answer, "Why did you hold me back?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about just now." Mao Lilan stared firmly at those frightening eyes, and the hand holding Dadalia's arm was extremely firm.

"However, if you jump from here, you will die!"

"I can't turn a blind eye to the death in front of me!"

what.

So dazzling.

Is this the light of anime heroines?

The player seems to understand Belmode somewhat.

Would they reach out and try to save even someone as hopeless as them?

The player thought for a while, then smiled slightly, and his smile turned back into the player's smile.

"Think of it as a magic trick."

"Just now Kaitou Kidd showed us the magic of changing faces, so as the organizer of the exhibition, wouldn't it be unreasonable for me to do nothing?"

Even at times like this, he added a touch of playfulness to his words.

"Little girl, close your eyes."

"If you want to do something for me, then bless me to go back to my hometown."

A rare and gentle voice sounded, and just as Conan ran to the window, he saw Dadalia break away from Mao Lilan's hand, and fell back into the water.

He stretched out his hands naturally, even with a smile on his face, and just fell into the water of his choice.

Feeling the disappearing temperature from her hands, Mao Lilan was still a little dazed. She couldn't believe that just now, such a fresh life just passed away, right in her hands...

"orchid!"

Conan's voice rang in her ears, awakening Mao Lilan's reason. She shook her head, trying to shake off the shock of the scene just now.

"It's okay, it's not your fault..."

Conan comforted in a low voice, and Mao Lilan felt inexplicably familiar with the caring and worried voice.

"do not Cry……"

cry?

Mao Lilan touched her face, only to realize that her face was full of tears.

No one knew that at the moment when he just held Dadalia's hand, Mao Lilan felt boundless despair as if he had empathized with him.

No one can save him.

Neither can I.

--

"boom--"

Huge splashes splashed on the surface of the water, and the world suddenly turned into a dreamy scene. For a moment, under the waves, nothing could be seen clearly.

The player sinks into the water little by little, and the whole world seems to be completely quiet, falling into a dead silence.

The noise at the exhibition, the disgusting eyes of people, the black gun pointed at him...

Everything was wrapped in water and gradually dissipated.

He hid in a pure and quiet world, he didn't need to worry about anything, he just felt his control over his body, and his breathing dissipated bit by bit...

!

Suddenly returning rationally, the player quickly manipulated the system and shifted his location.

He appeared in a sea of ​​stars.

How long has it been since you came here?

For him, this place used to be equivalent to a transfer station, but since returning to the Tivat continent, he has never used this transfer station again.

At the moment when he wanted to get out of the dangerous environment, he subconsciously came here.

The player looked around, but there was silence in the star sea, and even the familiar scene disappeared, leaving only darkness, and the world before his arrival also disappeared in an instant.

——No, it is not the world that disappears.

is the coordinate.

It is very abnormal for the player to lose the coordinates of the world just now, because all the worlds the player has visited will record the coordinates...

The world rejected me...

No, not right.

The player suddenly raised the corner of his mouth.

no.

It was I who rejected the world.

His gaze swept to the past world, and sure enough, all the worlds he had experienced before disappeared, including... the Tivat continent.

This new "home" was also abandoned by the player.

There is darkness behind, and even the road in the future is completely swallowed up. What appears in front of the players is still a brand new world with bright stars.

But the player can never go back to the past world.

He didn't dare to think whether his hometown would also be annihilated here, and he had no choice but to lift his feet and move on, to the next world, to find his own homeland in the circulation of countless worlds.

……

Players walk a lot of worlds.

58013.

When the concept of time is blurred, the journey loses its meaning. Players keep switching vests and face different people with different faces, but some common things are difficult to change.

He lost the goodwill he once had, and only thought about completing system tasks in the simplest and fastest way to obtain energy.

59624.

Energy... Only enough energy can open the passage to the next world. He must obtain energy, and then go to find the world that belongs to his home.

But no.

60000.

The player has walked [-] worlds, or more, and he is always too lazy to count.

But in the end, among the huge numbers, he still found the answer.

He can't go back.

The conclusion that was once seen at a glance was confirmed at this moment, and the players almost frantically knocked on the portal of the new world.

But this is the last door.

When the player rejects the world, and the world rejects the player, he is trapped outside the world, and the remaining energy is not enough to support him to open a new door.

In the previous world, the player ushered in an unprecedented failure. No one wanted him to leave, and no one prayed for him.

Energy cannot be replenished, and players can only wander alone in the gaps in this world.

Like a ghost.

Kong's clothes were gradually torn, and the white part of the clothes was dyed gray. However, the stagnant time allowed him to maintain his original appearance, but his eyes gradually lost their luster.

——In fact, the brilliance has long been lost, the hometown that is drifting away from him, and Tevat, which he began to regret leaving.

He chose a lonely road, and he was destined to lose himself in loneliness.