CH 67

Reincarnation space

A handsome, white-haired man looked at the data on the light screen with a serious face.

“The next world is “Nightmare”. This world is relatively difficult. It’s well known as a horror movie with no solution. Everyone, pay attention while buying life-saving props. If you don’t have enough money, or they don’t actually work, I’ll pay for the down-payment.”

An abnormally robust man with a crew cut stood beside the white-haired man, his muscles swollen up to a ridiculous extent.

His gaze calm, he responded lightly, “OK.”

The only female in the team, a girl with red hair, was leaping up and down and smiling,  exclaiming, “Oh, mmhm! No problem boss! This BOSS is really powerful! Wow, just think about it, being too afraid to even sleep, because you might be dragged into a dream and killed, it is too scary! It is indeed one of the most famous horror movie BOSSes in movie history! “

“But fortunately, the background of this series of films is the end of the Magic era, otherwise it would be really difficult to clear,  with a few more gods and the like!”

A thin man with a low sense of presence whispered, “If only that crazy Eliza didn’t run around, her mind control ability was perfect this world!”

“Don’t mention Eliza, buy the equipment as soon as possible. There’s been news from the higher-ups; ‘The mission’s clearance requirements might change, and the difficulty has increased, but in contrast, many weapons have been reduced in price. Take advantage of this good opportunity to buy in bulk, After all, the Lord God is not always so generous!’” Recalling his superiors’ words, the white-haired man massaged the space between his eyebrows, his face full of unwillingness.

“Understood, Captain!”

His teammates responded promptly.

In such a harmonious team’s atmosphere, no one would realize that this was one the top five teams in the reincarnation space, and for the countless low-levelled reincarnators who’d sunk into depravity via those horror movie worlds, joining them was something they could only yearn for.

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Picking up the bag and inspecting it carefully, Zhou Yu’s thin and slender fingers stroked the black handprint on the strap. It would take a long time to wash it off.

The schoolbag made of a humble, light brown denim was simple in design, and had no extra decorations.

The lack of decor made the ghost mark’s abrupt appearance even more obvious.

Zhou Yu’s emerald green eyes glinted with suspicion. He stared at the handprint, his  lips lightly pursed.

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, this black handprint was just a scary joke, a meaningless prank. 

But Zhou Yu inexplicably felt that this remnant belonged to a person he was incredibly familiar with — Morris.

Thinking this, Zhou Yu jolted to attention, looking around for Morris’ trail, a faint, hopeful light in the deep green eyes.

But looking side to side, only a lonely winter scene graced the eyes, there wasn’t even a single pedestrian on the deserted road.

There was no trace of Morris.

Lips quirked into a ridicule-filled smile, Zhou Yu shook his head with a wry grin, his messy black hair scattering and covering his eyes.

What was he thinking?

How could that long-lost guy suddenly come back and bring his schoolbag out from inside a sea of ​​fire?

However, it really was strange, why was his schoolbag here?

Zhou Yu clearly remembered that he was a bit disgusted because his locker was covered in slanderous graffiti. He didn’t put the schoolbag in as usual, but instead carried it directly into the classroom.

The sudden fire burned up everything in that classroom.

Unless someone took the bag out before the fire got too large.

But was it really necessary?

Risking your life to get a worthless, broken schoolbag from a raging inferno?

Zhou Yu thought about it, but couldn’t think of an answer for the moment, he could only frown while opening the door to walk in.

Click — the door closed and Zhou Yu was inside.

Outside the door, there was a sudden, dark swirling of air in the originally empty space.

A particularly burnt hand emerged from the void and placed a bunch of dewy roses by the door frame.

The bright red roses exuded an intoxicating fragrance, lying quietly on the slabs beside the resettling air, as if talking about something, the longing phrases having only just dissipated.

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Zhou Yu stepped into the living room, his eyes squinted uncomfortably due to the dim environment inside the area.

The house was dark, only a little light from the living room could be seen.

Zhou Yu stepped forward and saw the shabby black and white TV in the living room making harsh noises, the screen full of snowflakes. [1]

On the sofa facing the TV, a man with a beer belly covered his face while snoring, sleeping soundly.

The living room wasn’t that big, the sofa occupied most of the area, and the beer bottles and food debris scattered around the sofa completely filled the rest of the living room, almost turning it directly into a garbage dump.

Zhou Yu’s room was on the innermost side of the house, and he had to pass through the living room to get there. Therefore, he walked into the living room expressionlessly, stepped on the destrus, and walked to the sofa.

On the sofa, the sloppy man was still asleep, his fragile neck exposed to the light of the TV.

Zhou Yu’s beautiful green eyes flashed with a faintly cold light, and his fingers quietly gripped the switchblade in his pocket.

Recently, this so-called father had become even more corrupt.

Because of the huge medical expenses that the Pauls paid for, the man began to even more unscrupulously drink alcohol and take drugs.

A few days ago, he even wanted him to join in what he called “the God’s Blessing”.

In this town, there are many “believers of god” like his father Eugene, who got so-called “blessings from god” via smoking an unknown powder.

Zhou Yu remembered that he himself had once envied these people for being blessed by the gods, but now he clearly realized that it wasn’t a blessing, it was just an invitation to hell.

On the sofa, the fat and greasy man was still sleeping soundly.

Zhou Yu let go of the knife in his pocket, retracted his chilly killing intent, and walked towards his room.

He didn’t want to kill people, didn’t even want to stain his hands with the blood of such people.

Closing the door, the strong smell of alcohol was barred from that small room.

Zhou Yu put the bag in his hand on the ground, and then laid down on his bed weakly.

He looked at the patterns on the ceiling, his thoughts drifting back to two weeks ago.

At that time, he’d just woken up from a coma, and the first thing he saw was a boy with blond hair and blue eyes.

The teenager had a worried expression on his face, asking about his physical condition with a lot of concern.

At that time, Zhou Yu really felt that this was an angel-like guy, people couldn’t help but like him.

After he and the boy got closer to each other, he started to introduce himself impatiently, dumping out information about himself.

In fact, if Zhou Yu didn’t interrupt in time, he would have burst out his underwear size.

Thinking of the boy who always had on a silly smile, Zhou Yu’s pale face couldn’t help but break out into a gentle grin.

That guy, Morris, had always been cheerful and helpful.

However, even though he helped many people who suffered from bullying on campus, when Morris needed help, none of them came to return the favor.

At that time, Zhou Yu was so angry that he wanted to pull those white-eyed wolves out and let them taste the feeling of being bullied without rescue again.

But Morris stopped him.

He always had a harmless smile on his face, as if he didn’t care about all the unfair treatment imposed on him.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yu’s eyes dimmed.

He sat up from his bed, his thoughts darkening.

Therefore, it was obvious that he wouldn’t give him any reply.

Morris, who could forgive even those guys, rejected him alone.

Zhou Yu only felt that his chest was a little stuffy, and that his heart seemed to be extremely hot, which made him inconsolably uncomfortable.

“Morris …” Zhou Yu whispered the name that had been swirling in his heart countless times, gritting his teeth.

He used to make various excuses for Morris’ disassociation, such as being kidnapped, giving him the wrong address, and the like.

But in the end, he couldn’t continue to deceive himself.

After all, they’d hung out before Morris left, and had a fierce fight.

The reason – Jenny.

That blonde cheerleader.

Morris seemed to like Jenny very much, and kept interrogating him on whether or not he had any relationship with Jenny, for fear that he might take Jenny away. The questioning tone made him particularly uncomfortable.

Coupled with the unclear anger at the time, Zhou Yu and Morris quarreled and began a Cold War.

Later, Morris suddenly moved away, leaving only a letter with his address in the mailbox in front of his house.

Obviously, that address was also fake.

The rims of Zhou Yu’s eyes were red, and he re-buried his head into the soft bed, but his exposed shoulders shook slightly.

In the clean, small room, a dark-haired boy was stuffed in bed.

And in places where the teenager didn’t notice, in the narrow corners of the room, the space began to twist continuously.

It’s was if an invisible someone was standing in the corner, thinking about whether to step forward or not.

After who knows how long, the dark-haired boy lying on the bed stopped moving, half of his face exposed, revealing traces of tear tracks on his cheek.

His breathing had smoothed out, apparently he’d fallen into a sweet dreamland.

At the same time, a blurry figure gradually appeared in the empty corner of the room, resolving and focusing into view like a ghost from a horror movie.

A man was standing in the corner, and only the blue eyes on that unrecognizably burned face revealed his complicated emotions.

“I’m sorry, Zhou Yu.” A low, hoarse voice murmured, filled with a cautious quietness.

The spirit went to the bed and covered the boy with a quilt to prevent him from catching a cold.

He looked at the still-skinny teenager who he dearly loved, and couldn’t help but reach out with his scarred fingers, trying to touch the friend he’d been remembering. [1]

But just before touching the boy’s smooth and white cheeks, the man suddenly saw his ugly and distorted palm and immediately retracted his hand.

How can such a disgusting and ugly self touch him!

Withdrawing and closing his fingers together into tight fist, the man finally glanced at the teenager with a sense of possessiveness and love that he himself didn’t even notice.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of anyone who wants to hurt you.”

The hoarse and low voice no longer had the pleasant magnetism of the past, but instead had an inflection that gave people the chills.

The man’s figure gradually disappeared, and the room’s original peace was restored.

After an unmeasured amount of time, the sky outside the window completely darkened, and Zhou Yu finally woke up from his crying-induced nap.

He sat up and looked at the quilt on top of him with a little doubt in his eyes.

Why did he feel like the quilt wasn’t covering him when he fell asleep?

and……

Zhou Yu raked the room with his gaze, eyes finally stopping on a certain corner of the room.

I keep feeling like someone familiar has visited recently.

Zhou Yu got out of bed, went to the window and looked at the dusky sky, then turned around and flicked on the light.

Bright lights illuminated the whole room, every corner was exposed to the shine, with no shadows to be seen.

Striding to the corner of the room, Zhou Yu looked down at the ground. His green eyes seemed like deep ponds, the emotions inside elusive and dark.

Strikingly clear against the bare floor, was a black footprint.

Is it a ghost?

Or a God? Or both?

Zhou Yu turned his head and picked up the schoolbag by the bed, looking at the black handprint that was exactly the same color as the footprint.

As if suddenly wondering something, Zhou Yu opened the schoolbag and looked at the contents inside.

Textbooks, pencil cases, exercise books for each subject – everything was there….with the exception of his notebook with the gods’ art, and the returned letters.

What exactly is going on?

Zhou Yu looked at the black footprint and frowned angrily.

Who are you?

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The author has something to say: Thank you Yingying Caolong x2, Royal House Gang, Mozhu Xiuran, shining sparkle, carefree every day, pupil, claustrophobic mine

I forgot to thank you yesterday, I’m very sorry! Thank you for your support! Thank you little mines for mines! Love you guys! thank you very much! What?

Little Theater:

Zhou Yu: (with a gentle face) Morris is really a gentle person, always forgiving others.

Morris: (puts away the bloody knife) No, because they are good too! There are no bad people in this world. (With a pure smile)

Paul and Jenny: (silently covering the mouth of vomiting blood)

Nightmare World Consciousness: (take out a lot of banknotes) to! future! (Showing a rich smile)

Awareness of the future world: (Life is not loveable.jpg) Don’t come over, otherwise you will commit suicide! It ’s not a joke! (Lifting up the sling in despair)

Spiritual World Consciousness: (Eating Silently) Actually, Dad wanted to ask long ago, where did he get so much money for nightmares? (Curious.jpg)

Cthulhu’s world consciousness: (silently eating melons) Oh, this, it seems that because of his higher level, the reincarnation has died much, but turned into his nutrients, becoming a rich thief!

Spiritual World Consciousness: (Eating Whale.jpg) Wow, then this is a good match with Xiao Weiwei. Xiao Weiwei has been killed more often than this!

Awareness of the future world: (Angry Rush.jpg) Say it again! I committed suicide because I wanted to commit suicide! And, it’s actually amazing! At last! Don’t call it Xiao Weiwei! (To the table)

Spiritual world consciousness: (a kind old father smiles) All right, you’re right, Xiao Weiwei ~ (Turns his head to speak to Cthulhu) Oops, the kid is just too proud ~

Awareness of the future world: (out of snot bubble) I heard it!