...Sothing is not right.
Annan furrowed his brows.
If only Annan was missing a shadow... he could understand it as either "he’s already dead" or "he’s using a vampire’s body."
But there were no shadows in the entire room.
Moreover, Annan didn’t even see a mirror.
Luckily, there was liquid in the room...
Annan found a cup and poured so wine into it.
He took the cup of wine in front of the TV, using the bright light to try to see the reflection in the cup.
This ti, Annan did see his own reflection and that of the TV.
The body Annan was using was still his own, only it looked a bit older, probably in his twenties.
His silver long hair draped over his shoulders, and his icy blue pupils were like gems. His face lost its youthfulness and beca extrely handso.
His skin was so pale that it lacked any color, yet it did not give off an unhealthy look. Instead of blue veins showing through, his skin was white like alabaster.
Annan, now shirtless and only wearing a tank top, had a chest that was no longer frail and delicate, but visibly muscular.
But those were not the bulging muscles of a bodybuilder; rather, they were more streamlined for aesthetic appeal—reminiscent of a swimr or a marble statue sculpted by Michelangelo.
Its key feature was its flawlessness... that is, the muscles were balanced and beautiful, neither protruding nor lacking.
Annan made a surprising discovery.
...After growing up, he sowhat resembled Sephiroth?
"This outfit isn’t good."
Annan complained, "Am I also going to beco a mory..."
But his mood slightly eased.
That is to say, in this world, the rules of mirror reflection still applied.
It was just the strange red moon.
The light cast by this red moon couldn’t satisfy the Curse Binding’s need for light on Annan’s shoulders. Nor could it cast shadows in the room... as if it didn’t exist, just an illusion of Annan—or say, like a "filter."
At this ti, the TV finally ended its lengthy transition animation, and sound and images appeared.
Annan imdiately turned his attention over—
"...Huh?"
He was taken aback.
Because what erged from that shot was Isaac.
He was dressed in a military-like black double-breasted trench coat, with a pistol and a dagger hung at his waist, and heavy boots, walking hurriedly among the bustling crowd.
His brows were tightly furrowed, and his right hand subconsciously reached into his pocket. While his left thumb continually tapped from his index finger to his pinky at a standard rate of once per second, like a cold machine.
Seeing this scene, Annan imdiately confird—this was indeed Isaac, who had entered the nightmare with him.
Whenever Isaac was nervous or deep in thought, he would have such small mannerisms.
This was actually a timing habit, as many of the Wizard’s transformation Spells are ti-related—it could be that in three seconds, this Spell might produce this effect; but if delayed by another three seconds, the sa Spell would produce a completely different transformation.
This habit confird it was indeed Isaac.
...But their tilines seed different?
Isaac seed to have adapted to life on his side.
"—Snap."
As Isaac’s boot stepped into a puddle, it shattered the dull yellow sky along with it.
His world seed filled with a dull yellow hue.
The sky was perpetually filled with sandstorms.
Sand swirled in the whirlwind, but bizarrely... Isaac’s pure white hair was not dirtied by the dust.
"...Is the Red Moon sa as the one here with ?"
Annan pondered.
This world always feels a bit strange...
Shouldn’t this be the world of "Sky Chariot Ode"?
But Annan saw nothing related to the sky chariot.
Moreover, this world feels fragnted...
"——Captain! The bugs are coming!"
A boy’s voice suddenly sounded from off-screen.
Annan saw a young soldier with a rifle hurriedly run up to Isaac and saluted, "We have finished lining up! Three hundred twenty-eight people, all accounted for, not a single deserter!"
"Then charge!"
Isaac waved his hand: "Block those bugs outside the town, do not let them in!"
His voice was calm and confident.
As if listening to his command, one would inevitably triumph.
Following Isaac’s voice.
The young soldier excitedly shouted "Yes!"
As the young soldier disappeared at the end of the fra.
The cara gradually panned.
——After that, Annan saw a troop of only over three hundred people, where even more than half were young soldiers, charging out from Isaac’s side.
There were almost three-fifths of them being young boys and girls, with the rest being either elderly or won. Apart from Isaac, there was not a single adult male.
They looked shabby. So were stained with blood, others had torn clothes, but their morale seed exceptionally high, burning with the will to fight.
These were actually veteran soldiers.
Isaac, hanging towards the back of the troop, also drew a short knife from his waist as he left town. He skillfully flipped the knife, casually chopping towards the ground behind him.
Sss Ying——
Despite its short length, the knife made a sound as if it collided with the ground.
Along with a trace engraved on the ground.
An invisible, approximately three ters tall force field wall rose from the ground — shining with a blue glow, rapidly extending left and right, spanning over two kiloters in the blink of an eye.
Those behind him were easily protected by Isaac.
"...Hm?"
But Annan suddenly saw a strange scene.
He heard about "bugs," so he originally thought the attacking enemy would be the Insect Race.
However, what ca in waves from afar was clearly humans.
That was also a group filled with "the weak, the ill, and the old," also bereft of adult males. They numbered about three tis more than this side. What was even worse, they did not have firearms, and could only use lee weapons.
The weapons, seemingly for adult use, looked very worn as if they had just endured a fierce battle.
But when both sides started fighting, there was no hesitation at all.
Gunshots, drawing blades.
In the instance they faced the enemy, both sides launched into a vicious slaughter.
However, faced with the tragedy of "their own kind" being killed, nobody wavered. Their eyes only showed disdain, fear, and hatred, devoid of any sympathy.
——As if in their eyes, the opponents were indeed just bugs. Bizarrely, when they engaged the enemy at close range, not a single one attacked their allies.
Even Isaac didn’t realize anything was amiss.
As if...
Their "enemies" were truly just a swarm of bugs.
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