Survivor (?) Jack felt breathless. From his perspective, the mist was wrapped in thick darkness, wrapping around his hands and feet, like shackles from all directions.

The same is true on the ground, a bone hand stretched out from the mud of the different space, grabbing his trousers.

Staggering, the boy nearly fell to the ground.He shook his hands and broke free from the restraints, and walked towards his former "companion".Sensing something, the big white pattern stretched excitedly——

Whose arm has he cut off, whose chest has he cut open?

"You win, and I'm not a loser."

"Farewell, never again."

"Just work hard... Maybe this heart will bleed a little...!"

"I want to go home..."

"fraud!"

"Reaper, we're all going to hell."

"It's not bad to be killed by you... It's terrible!"

"I...I don't want to die, even if I stay here..."

"You really have the guts to kill me."

who is it?

The man named "The Ripper" came closer: "Be sober."

【Stiffness 1s】

"Can't you see that too?" The bondage of the curse that is so close at hand.

The young man took a trick he used to, and encouraged him to look up during the debuff, looking at the thin neck of the man under the gap in the mask, imagining the bright colors flowing under his flesh: "We are all trapped."

"What traps me is the thing, and what traps you is the heart."

"It's a joke, I don't care anymore." The young man squeezed out a smile, "What are you expecting? Aren't everyone trapped here? Survivors, supervisors, ruined manors, messed up a lot of things."

"Duang!"

The man caught the knocked out boy, and Shiramon Daito raised his arm in the posture of a guard.Claws and mist meet, and mist remains mist.The slashed white tentacles turned into stars, melting into the surrounding water vapor.

The boy's eyes were half-opened, his expression was in a trance, and his sanity was disturbed by the debuff imposed by the manor.Countless lights and shadows flashed in front of my eyes, broken houses, broken scrolls, flickering candles, blood and flowers paid the price for faith together.

The owner of the manor said he killed everyone, but he didn't believe it.

—Because the rules of the game are not like this.

The game fails, return to the manor.

The game is successful, return to the manor.

The regulators expelled the survivors over and over again.

Survivors escaped from birth and returned to prison.

Such a Möbius ring.

What kind of heart gouging out, tearing up old scars, hanging upside down, beheading, poisoning and drowning, if the supervisor was so powerful, he would have wandered around the world long ago, coming to Oletis Manor.

This is just a sensory paradise for him to challenge his boring nerves, and that's enough.

Opening his eyes again, the young Jack raised his hand and pushed away his self in another world.

It's better to practice such a stiff embrace, how can you satisfy the ladies?

The man who was pushed away calmly withdrew his hands, but was still touched by the temperature of the human body.

A pair of bright black eyes indicated that the master had escaped the influence of the abnormal slash and returned to normal.The weird mist around him also disappeared, as if the white shadow that bared its teeth and claws to show off its murderous aura just now was everyone's illusion.

Only the fog outside the window witnesses and covers everything.

Qiu Shengjie knew in his heart that in the old world, only the lucky ones escaped, and they lived up to their name.But he and the others stayed in the eternal darkness and became the real prisoners in the manor.

Companions are no longer companions, enemies are not just enemies, lies are the norm, acting is instinct.Abandoning the universal ethics and morality, even the standard of being a human being seems to have changed and become blurred.Only the skin and shell are left to keep breathing, heartbeat, blood pressure, and let everything go on.

All the farce is viewed by one person.

Until countless chaotic days and nights, he suddenly realized.

As Jack the Ripper from another world, how could he not do something when he came here to be a heretic being who was neither black nor white?

— that doesn't fit his aesthetics.

Contradictory rules that cannot be followed.

A game that cannot be played can only disappear.

"I have a way to escape from the manor. Do you listen? It doesn't matter if you don't." With a thought, the boy said to the supervisors, "The owner of the manor can no longer control me."

【…】

"Just me, sit in this chair."

Regardless of the yelling of the manor owner in his ears, the boy stood in front of the sofa seat where the supervisors were preparing for the game.The old British-style suit was stained with other people's blood, and the marks looked like unique patterns. At some point, a rose was pinned on his chest.

The young man who had given up his disguise had an indifferent expression, his chin raised in a haughty arc, but people couldn't take their eyes off it.

【Stop him! 】

"No one will listen to you. Rather, it's your nervousness that makes me more convincing."

The boy smiled maliciously.

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