Curse Shirou

Because the only magic power was sucked away, Zenyuan Shier passed out in intimacy for the first time.

In his shallow consciousness, he unknowingly returned to that nasty place, surrounded by ancient Japanese-style buildings. He stood on the wooden boards of the corridor and stretched out his hand to push open the paper doors.

Striding across the elegantly decorated maple garden, Shier of the Chanyuan has lost all memories of the past.

After walking out of the training yard, he passed a narrow bridge shrouded in thick fog, and behind him was a forest, with several torii gates erected on the extended stone steps.

Zenyuan Shier used to stay alone in this forest as long as he had nothing to do, but at this moment, a thicker fog shrouded the forest, making it almost impossible to see the scene five steps away.

There seemed to be something abnormal in the mountain, which made him walk deeper and deeper.

Soon, when Zenyuan Shier passed a puddle, his high school face was clearly reflected, which surprised him very much.

Shi Er thought it was just an ordinary dream, but he didn't expect it to be this year, when he just planned to run away from home, and from then on, he lived a life of no fixed place until he met Hui mother.

The other party has a peculiar personality and is unexpectedly able to understand him. Such a woman is worthy of his life's protection. Zenyuan Shier also thought that he would be able to settle down from now on.

But it turns out that his luck is really bad sometimes.

In the dream, he returned to his boyhood. The strange thing is that in this dream, he didn't see any annoying people. The whole clan was empty, only the thick fog that came from nowhere filled the surroundings.

"How could you dream of such a strange thing, tsk..."

Zenyuan Shier wandered wantonly in the clan's land, but he was the only one who used to be able to walk. The house he hadn't been to before was shrouded in an even more ominous white mist, clearly showing that there was a problem inside.

With his character of contempt for authority, since it was in a dream anyway, he would have to go in and see what he said, but there was something affecting him in the dark, as if saying——

'Be careful, don't go there'

No matter how I walked, I couldn't get out, and the gate was blocked by thick fog. After waiting for a while, Zenyuan Shier couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

He didn't know when this dream would end, and he couldn't get out from here, so he had to go back to his room first.

To the surprise of Chan Yuan Shi Er, this 'his' room hadn't been tidied up, it was spread beside the pillow, and there was a familiar book randomly placed there.

He went to pick it up, isn't this the book that the bastard priest always uses to manipulate the octopus?

He can often see this thing at home, and he picked it up and flipped it out of curiosity before.

However, the things written in the book are very weird, and his body is insulated from magic power. To some extent, the teachings of Luo Nie City can't affect his spirit at all.

But the strange thing is that Zenyuan Shier found that half of the contents of the book in the dream were missing.

In other words, the first half of the "Prologue..." "Chapter 7..." and "Chapter [-]..." that were originally arranged in order have all disappeared from the textbook. What can be read now is only from Chapter [-] onwards second half of .

What is going on here?

Zenyuan Shier subconsciously felt that things were not simple, but it was just a dream after all. It was normal for people to see strange things in the dream. Maybe the textbook in the real world was still the same, but he had strange changes in his dreams.

Zenyuan Shier, who had touched the textbook, suddenly felt sleepy for some reason.

While he wondered, "Do people get sleepy in their dreams?", he subconsciously took off his black kimono, wore only a white lining, and lay down on the futon where he used to sleep.

At this moment, the Luo Nie City textbook, which had lost half of its contents, suddenly opened a blood-red eye.

The one eye exuded extremely evil thoughts, it stared intently at the man beside it, and it took a long time before it disappeared from the human skin cover.

After realizing that the man was fast asleep, the white mist surrounding the room scrambled in through the cracks in the door, window, and cupboard door, and some of them went straight to the exposed ankles of Zenyuan Shier.

The monster disguised as white mist in this dream is actually countless deep purple spiritual claws.

As early as when Zenyuan Shier passed the narrow bridge, they were already ready to move, trying to break the bridge pillar and let each other fall into the smoke-shrouded bottom.

However, another master of this dream restricted them subconsciously.

That's why when Zenyuan Shier wandered around, the 'White Mists' just lingered around him and didn't take the initiative to disturb him.

But in the end [Medium] was touched.

As the origin of the alternation of two dreams, Luo Nie City Jiaoben is located in the most unexpected place of the Chanyuan Shier, and should not have been easily discovered.

But it's too late to say this now, after touching the teaching medium, the strong sleepiness immediately pulled him into a deep consciousness.

Zenyuan Shier in the spiritual world naturally thinks that he is asleep.

In fact, he really fell asleep in the deep layer of consciousness, only the last vigilant consciousness remained in the shallow layer, surrounded by the tentacles in the dense fog.

The densely protruding octopus-like thick tentacles wrap around the man's bare ankles. This is a place that its owner particularly likes. If there is a kimono hem addition, the temptation will be further improved.

When he was a teenager, Zenyuan Shier was not as muscular as he was later. Not only was his chest and shoulders a little thinner, but his ankles were also slightly slender than when he was an adult.

The reason why he became this form was because after the magic power was taken away, the instinct returned to a more initial state, which could effectively reduce the burden on the mind and magic power.

The deep purple faintly revealed in the white mist was coiling and slowly penetrating through the man's body.

As if he was sure that he would not wake up suddenly, Misty also slowed down the motion with extra interest, as if expecting the reaction of the other party being teased.

In the real world, because there was a short-term magical connection just now, and both of them were resting on the plane, it is not unusual for a connection to appear in the spiritual world at the same time.

The tentacles drilled into the thin quilt from all directions. The Zen garden here is even a spiritual body, so even if you do some outrageous things, it seems that there will be no traces?

Of course, they have nothing to do with these consequences. As a spiritual body, Mist only obeys the dream of its master. Even for a saint who forbears and restrains in reality, the thoughts in the dream are naked and real.

A slightly thicker mist snaked under the quilt, and slowly, sweat began to ooze from the man's forehead.

The aftertaste tasted in reality is still clearly imprinted in the body at this moment, which makes the man a little confused to distinguish between reality and illusion in his sleep. With only a part of superficial consciousness, he loses his guard and lets the mist fiddle with it.

"..."

The courtyard outside was extremely silent, even the sound of the wind and the rustling of leaves was blocked by the thick fog. In this empty family land, only the only person worthy of someone's attention was sleeping peacefully.

When enough mist squeezed into the room and he was fully prepared, Zenyuan Shier was cushioned by the illusory white mist, and his body began to slowly rise and fall under the quilt.

At first, as if they were afraid of disturbing him, the purple shadows in the dense fog were very careful, stroking each other's skin very gently and gently.

Until it was confirmed that the man's deep consciousness was no longer here, the dense fog immediately deepened, undulating like waves, beating against the reef with great force.

Zenyuan Shier's breathing became short of breath, he turned his face, his sweaty bangs pressed against the pillow, his expression could not tell whether it was patience or happiness.

In the deeper dark world, he had another strange dream, in which he saw a different Kotomine Shirou.

The other party looked like a huge monster with many hands and many mouths. A scarlet vertical pupil on his forehead looked at him happily, and pressed him hard on the ground to play with.

He wanted to resist and escape, but was dragged back and tied up in a hurry, and there was nowhere to hide for a while.

Damn, what kind of strange dream is this?

Moreover, if the opponent has so many mouths in his hand, and there is a tongue in each mouth, it would be a bit too foul!

With a shallow consciousness, he opened his limbs tremblingly, allowing himself to accept all this without pain.

There is no concept of time in the dream, these suffocating thick fog engulfs the man, it seems to go on forever.