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In the decayed room, cobwebs were still formed in the corners. The dark red spiders lay motionless on the blood-thread-like webs, as if they were looking for prey.

And on the bed in the center of the room, lay a teenager.

Wearing the same black and red uniform as the players in the game, with a medical eye patch on his right eye and confinement on his left eye, he lay on a bed that looked like rose petals.

After an unknown amount of time, his eyelashes trembled slightly and he opened his eyes.

The iris-colored eyes did not have the confusion of just waking up, nor did they have any other emotions.

He just stared blankly at the spider web on top.

He blinked, as if possessing a soul, and sat up on the bed.

His memory seemed to be confused again.

The system is gone, and the soul is a little loose, so that those memories that were suppressed popped up again.

All kinds of different memories were raging in his mind, but it was still impossible to tell from the outside that his soul was being tortured.

He touched himself and pulled out a gun.

Then he pressed his own temple and fired a shot.

The bullet pierced his temple, leaving two **** holes in his head.

The bullet even pulled out the brains.

He shook his head, flung out some brain tissue, then lay down on the bed, and began to re-classify and manage different memories.

This is a big project.

After all, the memories in his brain come from thousands of different selves and different lives.

It is not that simple to match them one by one and throw them into the trash together.

The blood hole on the temple was slowly healing, and the brain tissue that was thrown out also squirmed back into his brain.

With the squirming of flesh and blood, the two holes on his temples were completely healed.

Except for a **** bullet, it is completely impossible to see what happened.

He was lying on the bed, and while continuing to sort out his memories, he shot himself in the head again without changing his face.

Headshot - Recovery - Headshot - Recovery...

After going on dozens of times, he finally regained his sobriety.

"It hurts... It feels like the only gunshots are in my head now." He blinked and sighed while covering his head.

The aftereffect of blowing his own head so many times is that he has deeply remembered the feeling of his head being pierced by bullets.

A game with 100% realism, of course, has 100% pain.

If you were an ordinary player, you would be dead if you got a headshot on the first shot.

Just because he can't die.

"The system is gone, it's much more comfortable." He felt his soul, showing a slightly happy expression.

The system doesn't belong to him, it's been in his soul all the time, it feels very awkward.

Unlike those other things, those other things probably existed before Shuji Tsushima was born, or Shuji Tsushima was born from those things, but the system was not.

The system probably appeared after Shuji Tsushima was born.

So it didn't fully integrate with him.

It's a complete foreign thing.

Shuji Tsushima has always been very resistant to the devouring fusion system.

"Speaking of which, why is there no system?" Shuji Tsushima looked at the gun with a completely empty magazine, and then at his hand.

Fair-skinned, thin, delicate, and frail.

It looks like a pair of beautiful hands, suitable for holding a pen.

But these hands spend more time holding guns than holding pens.

Shuji Tsushima forgot what happened before he fell asleep again.

He seems to be... so hurt that he can't help but want to sleep? But now I can't remember how painful it was.

"It seems that the transaction was successful..." He shook hands and stepped off the rose petal bed.

"When you take away the system, you also take away the memory and pain at that time..." He stroked his hair.

Forget it, he didn't want to remember this kind of thing anyway.

It is enough to achieve the goal.

He opened the door and walked out, and came to a greenhouse garden.

The plants inside are still blooming very vigorously.

Just a little bit different.

Shuji Tsushima stretched out his hand in front of a rose plant, and the blooming rose shyly shook. The emerald green vines wrapped around Shuji Tsushima's hand, and then tightened without hesitation. The thorns on the vines were deep deep into his arm.

Constantly drawing blood from his body.

The roses all over the garden seem to be more beautiful.

Then the next moment, they began to proliferate crazily, expand endlessly, and then burst abruptly.

Rose petals fell all over the garden, like a rain of roses.

The vines wrapped around Shuji Tsushima's arms were naturally blown away.

The plants in the greenhouse instantly became docile.

No matter how Shuji Tsushima touched or provoked him, he remained motionless, like a lifeless and ordinary plant.

"It's boring." He stopped teasing these interesting plants and looked out through the glass wall of the greenhouse.

Outside is a red mist.

He lowered his head and looked down, as if he saw the story below through the deep fog.

Shuji Tsushima is currently in the tallest building in the restricted area of ​​life.

Towering into the clouds, but there are no clouds in the restricted area of ​​life.

It can only be said that the high one has crossed the blood mist, and it is also beyond the range that players can see.

This is the loft in the clouds, the sky garden.

It is a place specially designed for people to enjoy the scenery from above.

Apart from spaceships, there is no other way to get here.

Of course, superpowers like teleportation are another matter.

There is no other means just for ordinary people.

"Boring... Hurry up and come and save me, the prince of the tower." Shuji Tsushima sighed.

"Rose petals are good, you can use them to make tea." He said casually ~lightnovelpub.net~ and then walked into the room.

After he left, a vine carefully picked up a bouquet of rose petals, and quickly took them back.

The large blood-colored birdcage was still in the room. Shuji Tsushima thought about it, opened the cage, walked in, and closed the cage with his own hands.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he sighed with a numb face.

"Who will save me, this poor and incomparably handsome and elegant prince... I am willing to let him enjoy the glory and wealth for life."

Several vines carefully placed a pot of tea and several ceramic cups in front of him.

"Ah, rose tea, you're really sensible." Shuji Tsushima nodded towards the vines.

Slowly poured himself a cup of tea and moistened his throat.

"If someone can save my elegant, handsome and wise prince~lightnovelpub.net~, I am willing to repay him and tell him all the treasures in the world." He continued to read in an exaggerated tone as if performing a drama lines.

"Please make me another flower cake." Then he ordered to the vine.

The vines nodded in the air and retracted.

"Oh! God, if there is really someone who can rescue such an elegant, handsome, wise and brave perfect prince, I am willing to grant his three wishes."

He continued to speak exaggeratedly, reciting lines expressionlessly.

Vines came to him with a plate of rose cakes.

"It's a pity. After so long, no one came to save me, a poor, weak and helpless prince, so I got angry and wanted revenge." The black-haired and kite-eyed boy sat in the cage, eating carelessly. Rose cake, drinking rose tea and talking.

"It's decided, next - I'm going to kill the person who rescued me." There was an indistinct smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes suddenly fell silent.