Chapter seven hundred and ninety fourth tower prince
In the decaying room, there are still spider webs in the corners. Dark red spiders lie motionless on the blood-like webs, as if they are looking for prey.
And on the bed in the center of the room, there was a young man lying on the bed.
Wearing the same black and red uniform as the player in the game, with a medical goggle on his right eye and a closed left eye, he was lying on a bed that looked like rose petals.
I don't know how much time passed, but his eyelashes trembled slightly and he opened his eyes.
His iris-colored eyes were not confused as if he had just woken up from sleep, nor were there any other emotions.
Just staring blankly at the spider web above.
He blinked his eyes and sat up from the bed as if he had a soul.
His memory seemed to be confused again.
The system is gone, the soul is a little loose, so that the suppressed memories come out again.
Various different memories were raging in his mind, but from the outside it was still not apparent that his soul was being tortured.
He touched his body and took out a gun.
Then he put it against his temple and fired a shot.
The bullet penetrated his temple and left two bloody holes in his head.
The bullet even took out the brain.
He shook his head and shook out some brain tissue, then lay on the bed and began to classify and manage different memories again.
This is a big project.
After all, the memories in his mind come from thousands of different selves and different lives.
It's not that simple to match them up one by one and throw them into the trash together.
The blood hole on his temple was slowly healing, and the brain tissue that had been thrown out was squirming back into his brain.
With the movement of flesh and blood, the two holes in his temples were completely healed.
Apart from a bloody bullet, there was no trace of what had happened.
He lay on the bed, continuing to sort out his memories, and shot his head off again with a gun without changing his expression.
Headshot - recovery - headshot - recovery...
After dozens of times, he finally regained consciousness.
"It hurts... I feel like all I can think about now is the sound of gunshots." He blinked, covered his head and sighed.
The aftereffect of blowing his head so many times is that he has deeply remembered the feeling of having his head penetrated by bullets.
For a game that is 100% realistic, the pain sensation is also 100%.
If you were an ordinary player, if you were shot in the head with the first shot, you would really die.
Just because he can't die.
"The system is gone, I feel much more comfortable." He felt his soul and showed a slightly happy expression.
The system does not belong to him. It has always been in his soul, which feels very awkward.
It is different from those other things, which probably existed before Tsushima Shuji was born, or in other words, Tsushima Shuji was born from those things, but the system is not.
The system probably only appeared after Tsushima Shuji was born.
So I didn't fully integrate with him.
It's a completely foreign thing.
Shuji Tsushima has always been very resistant to swallowing the fusion system.
"Speaking of which, why is there no system?" Shuji Tsushima looked at the gun with the magazine completely empty, and then looked at his hand.
Fair, 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.
Tsushima Shuji once again forgot what happened before he fell asleep.
He seemed to be... so hurt that he couldn't help but want to sleep? But now he can't remember how painful it was.
"It seems the deal was successful..." He shook hands and walked off the rose petal-like bed.
"When you take away the system, you also take away the memory and pain at that time..." He touched his hair.
Forget it, he didn't want to remember this kind of thing anyway.
It is enough that the purpose is achieved.
He opened the door and walked outside, arriving at a greenhouse garden.
The plants inside are still blooming very vigorously, but it's just a little different.
Tsujima Shuji stretched out his hand in front of a rose. The delicately blooming rose shyly shook it. The emerald green vines wrapped around Tsushima Shuji's hand, and then tightened them without hesitation. The thorns on the vines were deep.
It penetrated deeply into his arm.
Continuously sucking the blood from his body.
The roses all over the garden seem to be blooming more beautifully.
Then the next moment, they began to proliferate crazily, expand endlessly, and then burst violently.
Rose petals fell all over the garden, like a rain of roses.
The vines wrapped around Tsushima Shuji's arm were naturally blown away.
The plants in the greenhouse instantly became tame.
No matter how Tsushima Shuji touched or provoked him, he remained motionless, like an ordinary plant that was truly lifeless.
"Boring." He stopped teasing these interesting plants and looked out through the glass wall of the greenhouse.
There is a red mist outside.
He lowered his head and looked down, as if through the deep fog, he saw the story below.
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 it is higher than the blood mist and beyond the range that players can see.
This was the former Cloud Loft and Sky Garden.
It is a place specially designed for people to enjoy the scenery from high above.
Apart from spaceships, there is no other way to get here.
Of course, super powers such as teleportation are another matter.
There is no other means only for ordinary people.
"It's boring... Someone come and save me, the prince of the tower." Tsushima Shuji sighed.
"Rose petals are nice, you can use them to make tea." He said casually.
Then he walked towards the room.
After he left, a vine carefully picked up a handful of rose petals and quickly took them back.
The large blood-colored birdcage was still in the room. Tsushima Shuji thought for a while, opened the cage, walked in, and closed the cage with his own hands.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, sighing with numbness and melancholy on his face.
"Who will save my poor, incomparably handsome and elegant prince... I am willing to let him enjoy glory and wealth for the rest of his life."
Several vines carefully placed a pot of tea and several ceramic cups in front of him.
"Ah, Rose Tea, you are so sensible." Shuji Tsushima nodded towards the vine.
He slowly poured himself a cup of tea and moistened his throat.
"If someone can save me, this elegant, handsome and wise prince, I am willing to repay him and tell him all the treasures in the world." He continued to read the lines in an exaggerated tone, as if he was performing a drama.
"Please make me another flower cake." Then he ordered to the vine.
The vine nodded in the air and shrank back.
"Oh! God, if someone can really save a perfect prince like me who is elegant, handsome, wise and brave, I am willing to grant his three wishes."
He continued to speak exaggeratedly and recited his lines expressionlessly.
Vine came to him with a plate of rose cakes.
"It's such a pity that no one has come to save this poor, weak and helpless prince like me after so long, so I got angry and wanted revenge." The young man with black hair and wild eyes sat in the cage and ate carelessly.
Rose Cake, drinking rose tea and speaking.
"It's decided, next - I'm going to kill the person who rescued me." A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes suddenly fell silent.