lost narrative poem

Chapter 593 demo

pain!

it hurts!

The illusory and severe headache made it difficult for him to accept, and he almost struggled in his sleep. It was the pain that pierced his body and soul.

It was because of the pain that he was able to feel the existence, and he definitely did not expect that the first time he felt the existence of the soul, it was because of this reason... so clear, so unbearable.

I don't know how much time has passed, he is like a person who is about to drown, struggling to gradually wake up from a sleep that is not good at all, gathering his will bit by bit.

"what--!!"

With a short cry, he sat up from the bed dripping with sweat, panting heavily, like a drowning person who was almost drowned in the depths of the water, grabbing the life-saving straw and climbing up at the last moment. on the shore.

Breathing heavily, greedy and uncomfortable, the burning of the lungs seemed to be on fire, and it lasted for a long time like this.

The room gradually calmed down, the sound of panting disappeared, the man breathed weakly and slowly, and his violently heaving chest also calmed down. He felt that he had had a long dream, but it was just a nightmare.

Until now waking up--

Looking around, the house was completely empty, and the environment was completely unfamiliar.

The man sitting on the bed, after turning his head to look, the expression on his face gradually froze. For a moment, he couldn't tell if he just woke up from a nightmare, or... just woke up from a nightmare?

Frankly speaking, he really couldn't tell whether it was midnight or morning just now, and he even had a feeling of panic and fear that he couldn't tell the time, so he subconsciously thought that he had overslept, and worried about being late for work next time.

However, at this moment, it seems that there is no need to worry about these...

And it seems that there is no need to worry anymore...

"..."

"..."

In the dead silence, the man swallowed with difficulty, feeling his whole body was paralyzed, and his stomach seemed to be filled with a bag of stones.

He subconsciously reached out and put his hand on the meat on the inner thigh, hesitated for a moment, then clamped the meat hard and twisted it fiercely, and the effect was almost immediate.

"hiss--!!"

He bent down gasping for a moment, and his whole face was twisted together.

--it hurts!

——It really hurts!I am not dreaming!

After a while, when the physical pain disappeared, the pain in my mind, which was so sharp that it seemed to be able to pierce the soul, had gradually calmed down over time and was weakened to a very weak level...

Only then did he get off the bed with an extremely complicated expression, and put on some tattered pointed shoes that were one size smaller.

He has already discovered that his body seems to have become much thinner, like a minor who hasn't grown up yet.

But it's a matter of course—he muttered in his head as if mocking himself.

My current situation seems to be through...

Japan's time-travel elements are also quite popular, especially in the past two years, because of various reasons, light novels and animated dramas that travel through different worlds have emerged in an endless stream.

However, because people in the real world have fantasies about adventure and the unknown, it seems normal to be able to become popular. As a social animal that has just entered the society for less than a few years, the entertainment activities on weekdays are only these things. it's -

These things can somewhat relax his tense spirit, so he can take a little breath so that he will not be completely crushed by the burden of life.

So he still has some understanding of these things, and precisely because of this, at this time, this strange knowledge and cognition also played a more or less role, helping him vaguely understand his situation.

Although it was absurd and weird, it was enough for his rational thinking to instinctively reject this conclusion.

However, everything in front of him, as well as the huge and chaotic memories in his mind that definitely did not belong to him, all undeniably told this iron-like fact.

He even felt that he was schizophrenic. On the one hand, his consciousness felt that everything in front of him was very strange.Including this empty and simple house, the dim light outside the windows nailed up with wooden boards...

All of this was so strange that he felt a sense of rejection and fear from the bottom of his heart.

But on the other hand, there is a strange sense of familiarity rising from the bottom of his heart, making him very familiar with this house, very kind, as if he has lived here for a long time, and as long as he is in this house, he has a kind of psychology that belongs to him alone. sense of security.

At the same time, all sorts of bizarre memory images kept popping up in his mind, making him both a bystander and a witness, almost thinking that he was suffering from the symptoms of split personality.

After a little relief, he walked to the window that was firmly nailed by a thick wooden board, and he could only observe the outside scenery through the gap. He took a deep breath, and then bravely looked out the window. glanced.

As a result, the originally unattractive face suddenly became even uglier.

It seems to be a town outside. The street where his house is located seems to belong to a dirty and dilapidated slum. The main road is barely level. Eat up your appetite.

The houses on both sides of the street were not tall, and they looked quite old. At a glance, eight of the ten houses were like the house he was in. breath.

The whole street is filled with an indescribable sense of dilapidation.

There are also some houses that seem to be in disrepair, and half of them have collapsed. They are basically ruins, and no one has come to clean them up or repair them. Only a few houses have a few big logs to support them tightly. The wall on this side of the street.

This is quite a rare treatment. I am afraid that people are also worried that the walls on their side will collapse, which will directly turn the streets into ruins and affect traffic travel, so they will be given such special treatment...

No matter how you look at it, the people living here probably won't be of the propertied class. This is inferred from the combination of his body after time travel and the desolate and dilapidated condition of the entire street.

The once social animal, now the emaciated minor was almost blinded, and almost passed out on the spot.

He has more or less accepted the fact that he has time-traveled, but should this style of treatment be so realistic? !

Ordinary social animals accidentally die and travel to another world, directly gaining full-level super god combat power, shouldn't this kind of theme be the most common?Is it because I am not a liver-explosive engineer, nor have I traveled here with a smartphone?

He thought about it carefully, and felt that it was very likely that this was the case——

It seems that I didn't travel directly by myself, but my soul traveled to this world, so there is no powerful aura that can be attached to the protagonist, or an extremely powerful panel that defies the sky...

At this moment, the "time traveler" who realized how bad his time travel treatment was, felt the urge to burst into tears.

Wait, it seems that among those people who did not use their bodies to travel, but their souls, it seems that I belong to the lowest category!Why didn't I travel to become a slime, or start with a big tomb!

Even if it is to abandon the original body, it is acceptable to use a skeleton frame!So, is he really the kind who forgot to wear the halo? !

After finally regaining some mobility from such a brutal blow, the traverser regained his energy with a wry smile, looked out the window, and tried to collect more information.

It's not that he really has a clear mind or a firm mind, but subconsciously resists and fears the completely unfamiliar world outside. This small house gives him a sense of security at this time.

He didn't want to go out in the first place, so naturally he only had the choice to continue observing inside.

Pedestrians on the street were in a hurry and seemed in a hurry. The clothes they wore were also strange. They were either bulky, old and ill-fitting coats, or overalls similar to those of the industrial age.

In the distance, there seems to be the faint sound of the clanging train, accompanied by the screeching sound of brakes, which can almost remind people of the sparks between the wheels and the rails, probably the train is coming to a stop...

The traverser's heart moved, could it be that this is really the industrial age of Western Europe?Maybe there is still some hope for myself without the halo?

At least it's not dangerous swords and magic, with superhuman strength, a background where a powerful individual can threaten the entire social order...

But after looking carefully, although some houses on the street seem to have been transformed into pavements, and there are signboards hanging outside, the words on them are not English as expected, nor are they Japanese or Chinese characters. He is vaguely familiar with them but don't know.

when--

At this moment, suddenly there was a dull and solemn bell, which seemed to come from the center of the town.

In an instant, the expressions of the pedestrians who had been in a hurry on the street all changed, and they immediately started walking like flying. Many people just spread their legs and started running, which made the traverser look dazed.

In addition, in the houses on both sides of the street, it seemed that the order was received at the same time. There were dim lights on, almost within a second, as if someone had been waiting before the candle or oil lamp and heard the bell ringing. Instantly the lights were lit.

Could it be that this era still has policies such as curfews, and once the bell rings, those who stay outside will be caught and fined?

The stunned traveler looked at the sky in the distance. At this time, it seemed that it was evening outside, and the setting sun in the distance seemed to sink below the horizon at any time, so he subconsciously thought so.

It's just that the scene of the sun setting and the night is about to fall brought him an indescribable sense of crisis, as if something bad would happen after the sun went down.

At the same time, the dull pain in his mind seemed to intensify from mild to severe again, as if some memory had been touched, a large number of light and shadow images flooded in at the same time, and the data overload caused the feeling of brain fever.

After bouts of dizziness, the traverser could hardly stand still, and could only hold onto the window sill with his hand, so as not to fall down.

A large amount of information poured into his mind, which made him come into contact with or "remember", and with the rapid absorption and digestion, his face became more and more pale - this world seems a little strange.

It's dark and you can't stay outside.

Must stay where there is light.

Jumping up in a jerk, he was aroused by the terrifying information in his memory and felt a sense of crisis. Subconsciously, he was going to turn around and light the oil lamp in the room, but before he could take any action, his body froze completely.

He didn't know how long he had been dizzy...

It's getting dark outside now...

And just outside the room, a bloodshot eyeball was looking at him in the darkness of the room through the gap outside the window nailed by wooden boards.

That kind of viciousness, greed, and undisguised malice made his whole body stiff, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his brain was completely blank, unable to think.

……

……

"Not good..."

Xia Ran twitched the corner of her mouth, looking at the scene presented in the black crack: "Sure enough, it's right to proceed step by step. The adaptability of these people is not at the same level as the protagonists in light novels. Too many opportunities are wasted... ..."

"It may be that your setting is a bit malicious... But judging from the results, it is completely feasible."

Yakumo Zi sat opposite him, looking at her gap with interest to open a passage to the other party's world of thoughts.

"I did feel the generation of "fear", and it can flow into reality through my gap. If this virtual world is useful for those monsters, then it is definitely enough to produce the power of faith to supply the existence of gods... "

"Monster..." Xia Ran was taken aback for a moment, then thoughtful.

He ignored it. What monsters need is fear, but the essence is no different from the belief that gods need... So, it seems that not only gods can invest?

(End of this chapter)