The monstrous was blown away several meters away, the flames gnawing at its body, the pain causing it to stumble and ignite the surrounding wooden shelves, tables and chairs, but the fire did not spread to a larger area under the isolation of numerous low walls.

This is the first time I've encountered this kind of weirdness, and I didn't expect the flames to be so effective against it, which is somewhat good news.

I kept wandering, keeping my distance from the pain-mad monstrosity, and a moment later, the huge, ferocious monstrous was left with a pitch-black silhouette, lying motionless on the ground, seemingly dead.

I raised my right hand, and the magic lines lit up slightly, and with a burning pain, I could seem to hear the sound of a fiery red soldering iron pressing against the flesh.

Of course, this is just an illusion.

A large chunk of the strange charred black body turned into ashes and burrowed into the magic pattern, but there was still a part of the carapace that could not be disassembled.

I'm a little curious, but this is the only one of the weirdness I've encountered so far.

It seems that there is something special about the remaining carapace part.

Because of this peculiarity, I am still very cautious when approaching, and always keep the idea of starting a quick sweep.

I came to the near side of the wreckage, flipped it with its scabbard, and heard a sporadic crash as something else rolled out of the wreckage.

Although it was broken, upon closer inspection, it was still possible to identify it as a bone.

It's not a monster's bone, it's a human bone.

Whether humans were swallowed by this monstrosity, or for another, more secret reason, is unknown.

The bones were incomplete, and the carapace of the strange remains scorched gave me a vague sense of familiarity.

But beyond that, nothing more can be found.

I gave up on continuing to search for this weird secret.

Its resistance to flames was so poor that it was burned and most of the clues were gone.

However, after the death of this strange one, the amount absorbed by the magic pattern.

More than any other weird in the past, about three grey stones could be made.

In this nightmare, Greystone can be used as a supplement and aid to almost all combat materiel - strengthening and repairing weapons and armor, replenishing ammunition for crossbows, and even absorbing and healing wounds.

Even though I wasn't hurt, I was able to recuperate.

Only then did he continue to embark on the path to find the next level.

The first floor of the tower is full of unclear meanings, statues, corpses, patterns and patterns, and even books and texts that are simply unintelligible, making the tower less like a place for people to live and more like a huge testing ground.

As for who exactly is here.

And what kind of terrible results have been obtained, but there is no clue that can be interpreted.

The tower's significance to the whole nightmare is more and more obscure than the meaning of the deepest night.

During this time, I also saw some harmless ghost phenomena.

Not a real ghost, but from the point of view of an occult expert, it is actually a phenomenon that superficially resembles a ghost in the occult.

Transparent figures occasionally appear in the field of vision, or flip through a book.

Or they talk to each other, or they run in a hurry, but none of them are aggressive.

Even if it happens to pass through my body.

Me and these "ghosts"

It seems to be in the same space, but in fact there is a distant conceptual distance.

The ghosts seem to be acting out their lives here.

After a strange attack, there is no more danger.

The occasional ghost phenomenon allowed me to follow these ghosts and find a way to the second level.

It was a cage-like elevator.

The gate is an iron fence with a sharp base.

It's like a javelin, and there are a lot of blood stains.

It seems that someone was unable to enter, and was pierced by a sharply lowered iron fence at the door, but I did not find the body.

Before entering, I deliberately made the iron fence strong, but I did not shake it in the slightest.

Upon entering the elevator, I felt as if some kind of mechanism had been activated, and the iron fence was lowered abruptly, making me feel like I was being held in this cage.

When you ascend, you don't have the strange feeling that you are about to be judged by the top.

The volume of the elevator greatly limits the area of movement, and if I am ambushed at this time, although I don't think I will be powerless to fight back, I imagine that it will be extremely troublesome.

The Swift Dash Super can be beneficial even if it is transferred in a small area, but in terms of one's combat style, it is far less easy to move in a small area than it is to be able to move in a large area.

While on alert, I estimated the speed and time of the elevator to try to determine the distance needed to get from the first floor to the second floor.

Observing the distance between the layers from the outside of the tower is indeed very different from the feeling of experiencing it in person.

I think the elevator has risen at least twenty meters.

The elevator rises from a hollowed-out platform, and part of the scene on the second floor expands in my field of vision.

Just as the elevator stopped, I heard something hit the roof of the elevator with a dull sound.

Just by the vibration of the elevator and the thickness of the sound, you can tell that it must be a huge, tough thing and not hard.

The chain judgment was always on, and when the thing came into the observation range, it passed some information about the thing into my head in an intuitive way.

Another weirdness that has never been seen before.

The body resembles that of a worm, oval and fat, with no legs, but two forelimbs in the shape of human hands, presumably human arms, which are strangely longer, like a layer of skin wrapped around bones, without any musculature.

Strange hands came from above, as if digging something, through the cracks between the iron fences.

It's aimed at me, there's no doubt about that.

Without hesitation, as the iron fence was raised, I drew my knife and slashed at this arm.

Only a sonorous sound was heard, like a metal impact, crisp and hard, and after the blade broke through the skin, it immediately splashed a spark.

With a strong swing of my long arm, I felt a tremendous force that almost lifted my whole body up.

I jumped backwards, pedaled against the back wall, dived diagonally, and slid out under the iron fence that had just risen a gap.

The other long arm was very sharp, and while I was still sliding on the ground, it slapped it down like a fly.

Quick sweep start.

I slid back with a sharp acceleration and dodged the blow.

The strange slap slammed into the ground, and the air was squeezed, and with a muffled sound, it turned into a wave of air emitted in all directions.

Leave the dusty battlefield in a muddy state.

If this force slapped firmly on the human body, it would surely crush the person into a meatloaf.

A hard body, great strength, sharp reflexes - that's the power of the strange hands in front of you.

However, this strange worm-like body is obviously far less intimidating than these hands, and even makes people feel it.

It is actually very difficult to move its body, and it relies entirely on these two hands for hunting.

But on the other hand, the hands can also be seen as its feet, helping it to move.

I took the moment to glance at the blades, and the collision between them.

It seems to have darkened the blade a bit.

This long knife has been upgraded by Graystone, and its effectiveness is far beyond that of ordinary weapons, so it is certain that there is something mysterious about those hands besides being hard.

The tip of what appears to be the tip of the worm monster's head slowly opens, resembling a round mouth full of sharp teeth.

The next moment, a gray mass spat out.

Ropes turned in front of me, trying to entangle me.

It looks like it's spinning.

However, the phenomenon of gray mist forming ropes.

It reminded me even more of the activation rope spell of the wizards of the Doomsday Truth Cult, so instead of dodging at the first time, I directly used my long knife to split the ropes that I tried to wrap around, and sure enough, when these gray mist ropes were cut in two.

Suddenly turned into two poisonous snakes and clinged to the sword.

Open your bloody mouth and bite me.

This weird ...... It has to do with Doomsday Shinrikyo.

My thoughts flashed, and I flicked my long knife.

Use inertia to smash away the viper that clings to the blade, and unleash a swift sweep through the gaps in more ropes.

The gray mist hadn't gone away yet, condensing in front of the worm monster, but it was much smaller than it had been when it had been first sprayed.

Even so, the weight of these gray mist was still enough to complete one or two sorcery.

As I thought, as I leapt up with a quick sweep and slashed at the Weird, a translucent hexagon of scales suddenly appeared around it, easily blocking my attack.

I hadn't taken my eyes off the gray fog completely, and sure enough, I saw that it had lost a large chunk in size.

Before the strange arm could be withdrawn, I swung my knife sharply, slashing all at the shield, and after a breath, the gray mist had already broken down and disappeared as the strange arm came to the rescue.

I wandered, dodging farther before I could be hit by my arm.

The worm hovers estrangely over the elevator, waving its arms back and forth, its hollow mouth emerging with a ring of sharp teeth.

Its mouth opened and closed, as if it wanted to say something to me, and it seemed that it would not be a good word, and besides, it was indeed unable to make a human voice now.

Suddenly, I felt a little dizzy, and the ground seemed to be rippling, making it impossible for me to stand still.

The weird seized the moment, braced his arms on the ground, as if firing a cannonball, and slammed the oval's body over.

I instantly understood that this dizziness was definitely this weird thing.

Although my body was out of balance, the Swift Sweep Super was still working, allowing me to pass by my cannonball-like body at the last moment.

I rolled on the ground and saw the worm slam into the strange, huge container in front of me, with a shattering sound that it was almost buried.

The second floor is as weird as the first, if the first floor still has some breath of human daily life, then the second floor is completely left with the smell of the real yàn room.

Spindle-shaped, cone-shaped, and cylindrical instruments are everywhere, but the smallest is half my height for both instruments and containers.

The size of the worm monster can be contained in some large containers.

The elevator comes with a candlestick, and it is also the only light point on the second floor at this time, and the further you go, the more dense the darkness becomes, maybe it is the bright light, which attracts the worm to the weirdness.

Before the fallen worm monster adjusted its body, I quickly scanned the surroundings, although it was not very real because of the light, but the outline of some containers in the depths, the contents of which were loaded could be related to the strangeness of the worm in front of me.

This worm is weird and seems to have been deliberately bred.

As I was thinking this, I suddenly felt dizzy again.

Where it should have been the tail of the worm monster, the anthropomorphic but extremely distorted and terrifying facial features of the worm monster appeared.

It looked like the head and tail had been reversed, and the forelimbs had become hindlimbs.

Holding back the discomfort, I fired the crossbow several more times.

At one point, the arrow happened to burrow into the open mouth.

After the worm swallowed the arrow, it did not have any obvious adverse reactions at all, and just closed its mouth.

Then, the dizziness immediately subsided from my mind.

I pulled out the glow flask.

Smashed into the worm's weird body in turn.

As if in utter disgust, it twisted its body vigorously, and then with the strength of its arms, it jumped to the ceiling, as if preparing to attack from above.

I galloped in its shadow, just a breath of time.

More than a dozen rounds of corrosive liquid slammed into my back, and in a few moments the ground corroded into holes.

I shot with a crossbow, but just as I thought, I was blocked by a hexagonal shield.

Just like that, you chased after me, although there was a stalemate for a while.

But the whole battle was not difficult for me.

I'd like to find more evidence from this worm monster to see what it has to do with Shinrikyo Doomsday.

However, after a few rounds, there were no new tricks in its attack and defense.

It seems that the spitting power of gray mist spells is not as rich as that of official wizards, especially the very characteristic portal.

It didn't even show up.

This means that this worm's strange gray mist spell ability is only at the level of a wizard's apprentice.

Of course.

Its shield, combined with two powerful arms, is stronger than a wizard's apprentice in terms of overall strength, but despite this, it is still not as powerful as the official wizards of the Doomsday Shinrikyo cult.

Any official wizard can kill him lightly.

See this clearly.

I don't have any new ideas.

Several times at high speed, swing the knife to consume its shield.

Take the opportunity to throw the prepared incendiary material on its body.

Like the weirdness it encountered on the first layer, this worm monster is still very weak against flames.

Even its entire body, except for its arms, is flammable.

Strangely wrapped in flames, he fell from the ceiling in a few breaths.

The flames licked its body, making a sizzling sound, and a liquid like black oil gradually trickled out of its body, emitting a pungent stench.

It frantically waved its arms, but it was useless to save itself, and eventually, the arms fell from exhaustion, and in another ten seconds, the arms fell off from the burned body.

Eventually, the worm turned into ashes along with the flames and was sucked by the Demonic Pattern, while the rest of the arm waited for my examination.

I cut open the epidermis with the tip of a knife, and sure enough, there was no musculature underneath, and it looked like a deconstructed piece of bone, but its texture was similar to that of the first strange carapace.

I slashed hard a few times, but it didn't leave any scars on it, and at this time, I vaguely remembered why the carapace and arm bones gave me a vague sense of immediacy.

Because, they are very similar to the constructs of the Ruling Bureau - although they are very different from the constructs in terms of both visuals and touches, their quality and purpose are very similar to those of the dead soldiers.

However, the corpse soldiers of the whole body structure, even if they cannot use the gray mist spell, are stronger than ordinary wizards.

And the weirdness of the moment, despite the diversity of combat styles, seems so fragile.

Whether it's the weirdness of the first or the second level, if they are all in the state of consciousness, "human"

The sickly deformation, then, their soft places, seem to imply something.

This time, I was able to find less to gain on the weird corpses.

It was even more susceptible to fire than the weirdness of the first layer, leaving no remains at all except for the arms.

I began to wonder if I should stop using fire in the face of the next weirdness.

I returned to the elevator, ready to pluck the candle and head deeper into the darkness, but at this moment, my eyes were in a trance, and my body seemed to fall into a hollow, and I fell rapidly.

When this sense of fall reached its extreme, a light penetrated into my eyes, and I couldn't help but raise my arms to block it.

The next moment, a clear vision unfolded in view.

I suddenly realized where I was—in the cafeteria of the hospital room, and just before I entered the nightmare, I had a conflict with the patients here.

But the scene before me was clearly no different from this perception, I stood at the table, raised my arm to cover my face, and the food on the plate did not move in the slightest.

I lowered my arms, and there was no one around me who was curious about my movements.

The atmosphere in the cafeteria is very silent and lacks vitality, and the patients are like puppets, quietly entering, eating, eating, and leaving.

Sitting next to me was indeed the female psycho who had clashed with me, but she was only sitting in her place, one after another, concentrating on stirring the food together.

It's not me stirring the food, it's she's stirring the food.

Her neurotic words, placed on her at this time, seemed out of place.

I was almost unsure when and under what circumstances it was an unreal hallucination.

The only thing I know for sure is that I must have hallucinated, and the hallucinations are connected to nightmares.

I sat back in my chair and began to eat, taking a few bites and glancing at the female psychiatric person next to me.

Her appearance has not changed from before, it is indeed the same person, but now she is more silent and quiet, but she seems numb and sluggish.

She didn't eat, she just stirred the food, and even poured the soup into the rice.

Although this and such things happened before I entered the nightmare, what can I complain about to a mentally ill person?

I grabbed her hand, she looked up at me blankly, I straightened her messy bangs and neckline, and spooned the meal from her plate and brought it to her mouth.

She didn't say a word, for a while, opened her mouth and ate, chewing slowly.

Her eating was in slow motion.

But I was patient enough to feed all the food on her plate.

I don't know if she's hungry or holding on.

Her expression was glazed, her reaction was extremely slow, and her communication skills were completely different from what I had seen her before the nightmare.

At this time, almost all the patients I saw in the cafeteria were just like her.

When she finished eating, she sat beside me in a daze, and she didn't look like she got up until I was finished eating and ready to leave.

I don't think she's going to stay here forever, and since she's been left in this ward, and this ward is what it is, at least the patients here have developed some reflex mechanism to take care of themselves according to the time period.

This woman, although unresponsive, will return to her room at a fixed time.

Even so, I still don't want to let this female patient who has a slight relationship with him stay here like this.

I grabbed her arm, and she obediently stood up and was led out of the cafeteria by me.

I don't know exactly where this female patient lives, but, on the other hand, because the ward is not supervised on the surface, the patients can choose any room to live in.

The question is only whether there are living facilities in the room and whether they can take care of themselves.

The female patient, who was holding my hand, went to my room submissively.

I don't know where she lives, but until I figure it out, she can live here.

Even though there was no one to take care of her, she should theoretically be able to take care of herself, but I had a feeling of pity for her, and a faint bond.

I don't know if I brought her back to my room to take care of her, or if I just didn't want to be alone for the rest of my time.

As the night gets darker, there is no entertainment such as a TV in the room, no other large household appliances, not even a table lamp, and the most commonly used lighting is candles, oil lamps and flashlights.

I lit the oil lamp, took the female patient to the bathroom, and cleaned her body and hair.

She didn't wear any underwear under her patient gown, but she didn't have any shame as a matter of course, even if every part of her body was cleaned by me at this time, her feelings and reactions were as if they were rusty.

If it weren't for her dull expression and dazed eyes, after some washing, just looking at her appearance and *, she would be a beautiful and mature woman.

I helped her put on my other set of hospital gowns and took her gown to wash.

And then the night passed.

I don't know the name of this female patient, and I don't plan to know.

In my room, she was alone, and the dullness and monotony in the air were slightly relieved.

For me, that's enough.

(To be continued)