This is a small island.
But this was only because Sonia couldn't find a more appropriate noun in her limited vocabulary. After all, this place could only be regarded as a small palm-sized place that suddenly protruded from the sea surface, as if it would be submerged by a bigger wave.
But the sea was very quiet, very quiet, without a single breeze. Sonia dipped her legs in the sea water, stepped on the wet sand, and looked up around.
The surroundings were filled with thick milky white fog, filling every inch of space. The sky looked like a ball of thick ink, dark and heavy.
I'm dreaming, Sonia thought.
She remembered very clearly that she was sleeping in the girls' dormitory of the Sword and Rose Magician University, and it was impossible for her to suddenly appear on a small island.
When Sonia thought it was a dream, she felt much more relaxed. She squatted down curiously and tasted the sea water and found that it was the same as the water she usually drank, and even had a little sweetness. It was not at all salty and bitter as described in the online education course.
Sonia became more and more certain that she was dreaming, because she had never been to the beach and had never tasted sea water, so she had no idea what sea water tasted like.
"But if I'm dreaming..." Sonia looked towards the center of the island: "Why would I dream of a corpse I've never seen before?"
In the middle of the island, a strange corpse was half-kneeling on the sand.
He was wearing a pitch-black windbreaker with a hood, his face was blurred, and his clothes were thick, so it was impossible to tell from his appearance whether he was a man or a woman.
A long sword pierced his chest, but he did not fall down, but knelt on one knee. His left hand supported the scabbard at his waist, and his right hand held the hilt of the sword, as if his heart had been pierced before he drew the sword.
There was nothing on the island except the body and the sand. Sonia couldn't swim, and she thought she was dreaming, so she had no fear of the body and walked over to observe it.
She discovered that the long sword that had pierced the corpse was still dripping with blood. The blood flowed along the beautiful carvings on the sword and back to the dark red ruby inlaid in the sword grip, making the entire sword seem to come alive. It was so beautiful...
When Sonia came to her senses, she had already grasped the sword tightly.
The scabbard fits the palm perfectly, the gorgeous sword pattern completely hits the aesthetic, and the touch that seems to be an extension of the body, this sword seems to be...
…as if it were a weapon tailor-made for her.
Without thinking, Sonia pulled the sword out of the corpse.
She thought the body would fall down, so she took a step back as soon as she pulled it out to avoid being hit by the body.
However, the body did not fall.
Instead, he stood up.
Ta-ta-ta, with the sound of steel-soled boots stepping on the sand, under Sonia's horrified gaze, the corpse slowly straightened its back and drew out the cold and sharp sword.
With a loud bang, the sword broke through the air, and the tip of his sword pointed directly at Sonia. Although she couldn't see his eyes clearly, Sonia felt a pair of emotionless and cold gazes!
"Don't worry, Sword Princess. This time, I am not your enemy."
The corpse's voice was neither male nor female, as if it was a mechanical sound: "I will just kill you."
Your definition of the enemy seems to be very different from that of normal people... Sonia tightly grasped the gorgeous sword in her hand, as if she could gain a little sense of security from it.
"Who are you?" She said with a trembling voice.
"My name is the End Watcher, you can call me Watcher." The Watcher said, "In the next seventy-two hours, you can only leave here if you defeat me. Otherwise, you can only leave after staying for the full seventy-two hours."
"Isn't this a dream?" Sonia opened her eyes wide.
"The difference between dreams and reality is that reality is a dream woven by everyone, while dreams..."
"It's the cage you built for yourself."
As soon as the words fell, the spectator stepped on the sand and swung forward. Even though Sonia had retreated as far as possible, she still couldn't avoid the shining glow of the sword.
"You have ten seconds to rest."
Sonia knelt on the ground, her hands tightly covering her throat, her face full of fear.
The tearing pain was so real, as if she had just had her neck cut by this inexplicable weirdo.
If this was a dream, she should have woken up from her comfortable and warm bed the moment she suffered such pain.
However-
"Ten seconds have passed. I advise you to hold your sword tightly. Only in this way can you..."
Sonia raised her head and saw the spectator holding the hilt of the sword tightly at his waist, making a sword-sheathing stance, and pushing the sand with his legs hard as he rushed towards her!
Sonia hurriedly raised her sword and retreated, but the viewer's step suddenly crossed a distance of more than ten steps as if moving horizontally. When she saw the sword light left by the viewer, the viewer's voice sounded from behind her -
“… die with a little more dignity.”
"You have ten seconds to rest."
The moment Sonia came back to her senses from the pain of beheading, she turned around and jumped into the sea without any hesitation, even though she couldn't swim!
It seemed that the fear of death stimulated her potential. Sonia learned to swim almost without any instruction. Although her swimming method was extremely ugly and splashy, it was enough as long as she could stay away from that scary island with the weirdo!
If Sonia hadn't felt empty in the dream, she would have even wanted to try the fart propulsion method that appeared in jokes.
Amid the splashing of water, Sonia clearly heard the voice of the spectators: "It is shameful to run away."
“And it’s pretty useless.”
Suddenly, Sonia felt a chill on the back of her neck. She lowered her head and saw the tip of an icy sword piercing through her neck.
Before the wave of pain overwhelmed her, Sonia found herself back on the island.
"You have ten seconds to rest."
This time she does not run away, but looks towards the viewer's hand.
"You seem to expect me to be without a weapon after I throw the sword away?" The spectator sheathed the sword leisurely. "After you have experienced death several times, why are you still so naive?"
"You are too unreasonable." Sonia said with a wry smile.
"Reason lies only on the tip of the sword. If you want to reason with me, it's useless to use your mouth. Use your sword to convince me."
Before the viewer finished speaking, Sonia jumped into the sea with a splash. But this time she did not swim, but chose to dive into the sea, trying to avoid the viewer's attack.
'You can't cut off the sea! ' she thought to herself.
This was indeed the case. Five seconds, ten seconds, thirty seconds... one minute passed and Sonia was not attacked.
However, because she couldn't breathe, she felt like she was about to faint.
I was clearly dreaming, so why would I suffer from insufficient blood supply to my brain due to lack of oxygen to my brain?!
The pain of holding your breath was no less than that of beheading. Sonia could not bear it any longer and randomly chose a spot to float up and try to breathe before diving again. She was hoping: I can only breathe for a second or two, there is no way he can find me that quickly!
A few seconds later, Sonia sat on the island, covering her mouth that had just been pierced, and licked her teeth with her tongue to make sure that her tongue was not cut off by the flying sword.
"You have ten seconds to rest."
"Viewer!"
Sonia shouted, her face full of anger, clenched her teeth, held the long sword tightly with both hands, and walked towards the viewer with courage. The viewer said, "If you want to stop resting early, I have no objection."
Snapped!
Sonia fell to her knees in front of the audience.
"Great, benevolent and kind unknown master, Sonia is willing to pray to you day and night, listen to your holy words, follow your miracles, and sing your will... Please don't torture me like this, just tell me what you want me to do, I am very good and obedient, I will do whatever you order me to do, woo woo woo..."
“Is anything really possible?” the viewer asked.
Sonia raised her head, her tears were particularly attractive. She seemed to hesitate for a moment, a blush appeared on her face, and she gritted her teeth and nodded: "Anything is fine."
"Well, I order you—" The spectator gripped the hilt of the sword tightly and prepared to draw the sword: "Defeat me."
clang!
"You have ten seconds to rest."
Sonia lay on the sand, staring blankly at the dark sky, then she stood up and asked in confusion:
"No, I haven't offended you before. Why are you wasting your time on a nobody like me? There are so many extremely evil people in this world. If you want to punish evil, I can recommend a few candidates to you. If you are a big bad guy, I can also recommend a few powerful and righteous people to you."
"I'm just an ordinary female student. It's not worth your effort to deal with me. Your current behavior is like using a spiral beam cannon to kill a mosquito and asking a swordsman to chop wood. It's a huge waste of resources, don't you think?"
"Just tell me what you want me to do. I look like a delicate rose that can be trampled on by anyone. I was born to go with the flow..."
When Sonia tried to persuade him with emotion and reason, the audience shook their heads and said, "You are wrong."
Sonia immediately said: "Tell me what I said wrong, and I will definitely change it."
"Your first sentence was wrong."
"first sentence?"
"How can you be sure?" The spectator gripped the hilt tightly and prepared to draw the sword. "You haven't offended me before?"
clang!
"You have ten seconds to rest."
Perhaps because she had died too often, Sonia even felt that beheading was just like that and it was nothing once she got used to the pain.
She raised her head and looked at the viewer. "I only need to stay here for seventy-two hours to leave this damn dream?"
"Yes." The viewer nodded: "However, there is no clock here. Compared with a person's life, seventy-two hours is not long, but for death, seventy-two hours is not short."
"Can you really hold on for seventy-two hours amid constant death?"
"Besides, why would you believe the words of someone who keeps killing you in your dreams? What if I'm lying?"
"Let's take a step back and say that even if you can really escape from the dream tonight, what about tomorrow night? What about the night after tomorrow?"
The viewer took a sword-drawing stance, "Since you have seen death, you should not expect miracles."
clang!
The viewer stepped forward, and as he drew his sword and swept it across, his entire body spun around, crossing a distance of more than ten steps in an instant. The long sword, with its enormous rotational potential energy, would once again decapitate Sonia like a hot knife cutting through butter—
clang!
For the first time, Sonya's blade blocked the viewer's edge!
At this moment, there was no expression on Sonia's face, no fear, no anger, no killing intent, no pleading, only the coldest silence. In her ruby-like pupils, the viewer's blurry appearance was reflected, as if she wanted to imprint him deeply in her heart!
"You leave me no choice."