It might be a recurring nightmare that would send the common man's bloodcurdling.
But for Annan, it aroused his interest instead—
When I just came out of the "prison" before, the "huh" I heard was from my current self.
But how did this nightmare know that he would just come here at this time
Could this really be a time loop dream
If it is said that this is a nightmare brought about by the influence of the man in the mirror... But it is obviously just the nightmare of Princess Pale, isn't it
Pale Princess, there is no ability related to time and mirror images at all...
Or... the direction of the "distortion" of this nightmare is time and mirror image
Because I have been in contact with the future Benjamin... or because I have the mirror presented by the person in the mirror
Many possibilities emerged in Annan's mind at the same time.
But it also made him no longer intimidated.
If this candle is lit by my future self—
Annan ran quickly to the end of the corridor.
His footsteps paused slightly.
In front of him was still the same long corridor as before, which required more than ten seconds of full running to reach the end.
This time, in the middle of the corridor is a table with a letter and a pile of white candles of the same thickness and height. The only candle that ignited seemed to have been lit not long ago, and only a quarter of it had burned.
Seeing this, Annan was slightly disappointed.
In Annan's view, if this is indeed an infinite loop of nesting dolls, the future self will definitely hold a candle here, wait for him to come over, and then form a team to brush.
After all, only Annan himself knows himself best...
… Um
Annan frowned slightly.
wrong.
He chose to run this way before, looking for the "third Evelyn", just because he was worried that he would not be able to convince the "first Evelyn" and "I am you" without communication.
It is entirely possible that he was a monster who turned into Evelyn - even taking a step back, before the first Evelyn, or the first Annan saw Evelyn's face in the lake... saw the scarred face, the whole body Shui Ji leaned over without saying a word, and might really treat her as a monster and kill her.
Annan has such confidence in himself.
That's why he chose to find his third self.
If the third self exists, he should know that the second self has been able to believe that "this is a matryoshka book".
So the second self is different from the first self, he is trustworthy.
So why is he not here
Is it because there is no need, or... can't
Annan frowned, walked to the table, and opened the envelope.
There are a few short sentences on the envelope, and Annan can be sure that this is not written by himself only by the fluent cursive characters:
"Pursuing unconditional love,
"Imprisoned in the shell of life,
"Wandering dancers following beauty and freedom—
"Pale already knows your purpose,
"Through this gate,
"Dedicate the remnant soul to the pale."
The words in the envelope have come to an end.
... This is, "successfully complete the sacrificial ceremony"
Annan was a little dazed.
There is too much information in this letter.
Wandering dancers, remnants...
Could it be that Evelyn is actually dead
So what happened to Evelyn in reality...
Annan also suddenly realized another very important thing:
This is... whose nightmare
This dungeon is hard difficulty.
In other words, his master should be a silver-ranked Transcendent...
Obviously, Evelyn is not.
At least the current Evelyn is not... She hasn't even reached the apprenticeship path, and in terms of attributes, she doesn't even have level 1.
However, Annan's pause for thought here is not without value.
He clearly saw that the candle had moved down about an eighth of its height.
— This candle burns so fast, it's unnatural.
This was Annan's first thought.
His second thought also emerged:
He only stayed here for half a minute, and one eighth of the candle burned out.
—Understood, it should take four minutes for this candle to burn completely.
In other words, the other "Annan of a certain week" was only a minute and a half away from here!
…but why was he hiding from himself
Without thinking, Annan took the candle out of the candlestick and fixed it on the table.
Holding the sharp candlestick as a weapon, he rushed to the end of the corridor—
Then he opened the door.
But the moment he opened the door, Annan was stunned.
At the end of this basement, in a room at the end of an unnatural winding road...
But there are densely packed, seventy or eighty white candles of the same height and thickness—each candle burns at a different height.
And in the center of the room surrounded by candles, it was illuminated like the middle of the day.
— but a guillotine.
Moreover, it is also a rather gorgeous guillotine built on an altar that goes up layer by layer like a cake.
It has a pure white wooden exterior, engraved with white runes and inlaid with gems of various colors. The inclined guillotine dragged to the highest point by the rope is crystal-colored... On both sides of the guillotine, there is a white veil like a wedding dress.
In front of the guillotine, there is a white lace basket. It looks like a flower decoration... But Annan knew that it should be used to decorate the head.
From a distance, one might think that this is a giraffe bride in a wedding dress.
And Annan searched the room carefully, but did not find any exit. And there was no blood on the guillotine, and no head in the basket.
— But this is clearly a dead end.
There is nothing in the room to investigate either.
Just when Annan was standing in front of the guillotine, thinking about whether to try to turn around...
Behind him suddenly came a somewhat unfamiliar, yet somewhat familiar low voice:
"—Annan, don't move, don't look back!"
That was Evelyn's voice!
In other words, it was my own voice!
Annan knows it all - but where the hell did you come from
But because the other party had already spoken, Annan could only stand there silently.
what happened
Could it be that the task of the future self is to kill the present self
And the "self" behind him continued to make demands:
"Get on the ground by yourself, hurry up... Bah, you don't have to poke your ass. Well, in order for you to trust me, I will mention a key word, player and planner. Can you? Get on the ground quickly, don't waste time..."
waste time
Annan thought about it, first he obeyed the voice of the man behind him, and lay down on the guillotine. He stared fixedly at the white flower basket in front of him in a trance.
... You're not going to let me cut the rope myself, are you
At this moment, Annan heard the clear sound of the rope being cut.
Then there was the sound of the guillotine falling suddenly—
"Oops..."
Annan heard Benjamin's cry of pain, which he tried to suppress.
The next moment, Annan suddenly opened his eyes.
Only then did he notice that he and Benjamin were down at the foot of the stairs—the lamp had fallen aside. And I was already drenched before, and now the clothes on my hands are covered with dust... All the dust has turned into mud, and I feel extremely uncomfortable.
Annan thought so, and stretched out his hand to help Benjamin up.
He subconsciously didn't touch Benjamin with his muddy hands.
But at this moment, Benjamin grasped Evelyn's hand tightly, and staggered up from the ground.
"Oops... this..."
He whispered a few words of pain, and then gently persuaded: "It's all right, nothing is broken..."
… According to what you mean, my foot slipped and dragged you down
Annan quickly recognized the meaning of the young Benjamin.
Otherwise, he would definitely complain about how slippery the place is—he didn't dare to complain, but comforted Evelyn immediately, probably because the pot belonged to Evelyn.
Is it when I just lost consciousness and lost control of my body
Annan subconsciously opened the task panel.
Sure enough, the task changed back again:
[Main task: Return to the dream]
[Get Benjamin's Trust]
[Successfully complete the sacrificial ceremony]
[Do not go home]
Annan grinned subconsciously, not because of the pain in his body, but because of the pain in his egg—although he may not have this function for the time being.
... Is it really a matryoshka
How did this nightmare end