Something's wrong with my undead

A golden meteor suddenly fell from the sky and landed directly into the dark woods in the distance.

Then a hot and dazzling column of light suddenly rose up, illuminating the entire night sky.

Heine seemed to have suddenly woken up from some chaotic state and stared blankly at the light.

In an instant, countless thoughts flooded into his mind, as if resetting his memory and initializing all instructions.

My name is Heine Heinrich.

I am a dropout from Boneyard College.

This is the forest path leading from the old house to the burial site.

I was returning to the academy in a carriage.

--etc!

The originally smooth thinking was suddenly interrupted here, and a trace of discordant doubts emerged:

——Why should I return to the burial ground?

Heine raised his head blankly and looked around.

Darkness returned to the surroundings, and in the moonlight one could see the bloodstains on the carriage and the corpses of two wolves.

——Did I do this...?

A faint doubt filled his mind, and Heine felt his thoughts were extremely heavy.

Then it seemed as if a sharp object was stirring in his brain, the sediment was rising, and his memory was cloudy, as if everything was forcing him to stop thinking.

But the more he did this, the more fierce his resistance became.

——What the hell, why would I go to a boneyard?

—Why are there traces of fighting on my carriage? Was it me who did this?

——But the means I rely on most are obviously Molotov cocktails and electric shock staffs, and they are still safely on my body...

Every time a thought that contradicts the setting appears, there will be a gap in the originally smooth thinking.

As more and more holes appeared, the dark night sky above was suddenly torn apart. A huge gray crack split the night sky in two, and the surrounding scenery began to distort and fluctuate.

But Heine didn't have the slightest fear in his heart!

Because he was being tortured by this damn headache and couldn't see this scene at all!

"Ahhh-"

He pinched his head with both hands, as if he wanted to insert his fingers into it and stir his brain violently.

Then with a "bang", his head and his body were blown to pieces along with the realistic illusion, returning to gray chaos.

...

...

"see it?"

George pointed at the holographic magic projection in front of him:

"Look here. To the west is the Zanluo Plateau, the country of orcs and Zanluo people. To the north is the frozen land. To the east is the Whispering Forest..."

He rambled on about the geography and politics beyond the mountains.

This sound awakened Heine, who had just emerged from chaos.

Once again waking up from a dream.

Then countless thoughts flooded into his mind again, as if resetting his memory.

My name is Heine Heinrich.

I am on Lord George's staff.

I was deeply in his confidence, and he was revealing to me an astonishing secret…

--Wait a minute!

Heine began to wonder again.

—Why did he reveal this secret to me? What did I do?

"Heine, I want to change everything! You will join, right?"

George suddenly asked, looking at him with burning eyes.

"Feel sorry."

Heine refused instinctively and subconsciously took out a piece of paper that he had put in his pocket not long ago.

Then froze.

——Why did I refuse so straightforwardly? And even asked him to sign a document?

——What else do I have to rely on?

He began to feel confused again, his headache started again, and he started to say “ahhhhh” again.

This feeling was so familiar that he began to wonder—

"Why did I say 'again'!?"

Then "bang"!

Heine exploded again.

Connecting George in front of him, the magic projection, and everything in the secret room.

...

...

"You are very talented."

Arthur said briefly.

Heine seemed to have gotten used to "waking up" like this, so he covered his forehead, letting the initialization of the memory slowly emerge, and instinctively continued:

"What talent?"

"You are very talented as a warrior."

——Fuck, why are you cursing like that?

Heine had this idea for no reason.

This time it came so quickly that it abruptly interrupted the "setting writing".

——Why do I think “warrior” is an insult?

He ignored the half-written background setting and began to think about this problem that shouldn't have arisen.

Arthur was still saying: "Your anger is very--"

"Don't be impatient yet."

Heine raised his hand to interrupt him, tilting his head to dig up some strange but familiar memories.

"Without extraordinary energy, they are easily controlled to death; they absorb medicines very well, as well as poisons; their skills are simple, their fighting style is life-threatening, not cool, not flashy, not impressive; they suffer the most losses and get hit the most, and their equipment decays the fastest... so 'warrior' is an insulting word."

This time it was Arthur's turn to be stunned.

Then he shook his head blankly:

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"It's strange that you understand!"

Heine patted his shoulder, his expression more relaxed than ever before.

It was as if I had completely woken up from a dream.

He remembered.

I remembered them all.

All disharmony comes from his skull.

The memory gap and awkwardness caused by the absence of the skeleton tore a crack in this nearly perfect illusion.

Then, all his memories poured in from the cracks like a flood breaking through a dam, breaking down this mental prison in the blink of an eye, and allowing him to recall everything that had happened after he arrived at the underground palace.

Just as he couldn't remember when he fell asleep at night, Heine couldn't recall when they all began to be affected.

He only vaguely remembered that his connection with the players was suddenly cut off. Before he could react, he heard the exclamations of several other people.

Even though my aunt was still emphasizing not to be misled by possible illusions just a second ago, judging from the results, this self-awareness was useless.

It may even have the opposite effect - because we pay too much attention to the illusion, so its penetration is taken for granted.

This made Heine think back to his student days before he traveled through time.

Every morning when he was woken up by his parents, he imagined himself getting up, getting dressed, washing his face and brushing his teeth, thereby gaining a sense of security and comfort, and trying to get a few more minutes of sleep.

But in reality, the more I thought about it, the more I became immersed in the dream, unable to extricate myself, until I was really woken up and went to eat breakfast with a lot of anger.

Just like his previous memories, under the written settings, he had no way of finding out that they were fake -

Because he had lost his memory of the ruined palace and of this adventure, the possibility of "raising doubts" was eliminated at the source.

Because it was not written in the setting, he even forgot that he was a time traveler.

"It's really dangerous..."

Heine thought with some fear.

At this time, as his mind became completely clear, the illusions around him had disappeared.

Instead there was an endless gray fog.

This scene was very similar to what he saw when he first probed into the Yuanling Formation.

But here, the fog seemed extremely thick, completely suppressing his perception.

"It looks very high level, but it's still just a spell after all."

Heine murmured.

As a programmer at Yuanling Technology, who had been programming systems for more than half a year, he was not too worried about his situation.

Because the stronger the power, the purer it is - this illusion is so strong, but once I break free of it, it will no longer pose a threat.

To some extent, I have become "spell immune".

The fact that the mental penetration is so powerful shows that the mad king is physically corrupt and vulnerable.

Even if it's not that exaggerated, it won't be that strong.

"I would say that melee combat is the answer to this version."

He switched to a fighting stance after a long absence, holding a pitch-black one-handed shield, and walked into the fog by instinct.

The direction he chose was the direction he was facing when he woke up. This was obviously not the same cave as before.

In other words, when they are in the illusion, they are lured to go somewhere.

Then he was sure that this was where he was going.

Because his connection with the skeleton was blocked, he didn't dare to walk around.

Not to mention what to do if you get lost, any out-of-control NPC you meet can kill you in seconds - maybe in the other party's illusion, you are just a passing evil NPC.

The further you go, the thinner the gray fog becomes, but the sense of compression becomes stronger, always accompanied by a feeling of being spied on.

But because he has become immune, he can easily catch the snooping and then reverse infiltrate.

It's like a thief reaching into your trouser pocket on the bus.

But he didn't expect that there was an invisible hand in your trouser pocket, so you touched his hand on both sides like a perverted hand control without being noticed.

"Is it just a superficial snoop?"

Heine was a little confused.

Although the opponent's power level is high, his spells are very simple.

It’s no wonder that such superficial snooping failed to uncover the secrets hidden deep in his heart.

But problems also arise.

If it was a superficial snooping, then how could the seventh and eighth level extraordinary people also fall?

There is even an eighth-level warlock here, and she has activated a soul defense barrier specifically designed to protect against this kind of mental infiltration...

With this doubt in mind, Heine walked out of the foggy area and stepped into a cemetery.