Vol 2 Chapter 4 (2/2)

The third way was to put on make-up and change my appearance. I could actually use this method because there are many subsidiary cities nearby Svalundine where I could easily enter and buy the appropriate materials.

The fourth way was to climb over. The walls were at least one hundred meters high, so I really did not want to use this method.

So right now there was only one way, something that only I could do.

I couldn’t use it when there were this many people around, so I decided to calmly wait for evening.

I located a thicket nearby. I had only gone two steps when I was overcome with a burst of vertigo. Following that, my heart beat in an irregular rhythm, and it seemed like I split into two. The surrounding trees became blurry, and the sky and earth seemed to have joined together, twisting into a marsh that surrounded me.

My awareness had become fuzzy.

That last thing I thought was confirming something. My name was Leon, the Hero Leon.

I staggered in my steps, and I supported myself with some branches to rest.

This was the first flare up, the first knowledge I had of this vertigo sickness.

Maybe Zhai He was returning. That would be good.

For me, life was a kind of responsibility.

A life without purpose, a life standing on top of a river of dead, a sea of corpses.

So Zhai He, come back. Zhai He.

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My name is Zhai He.

Compared to my ident.i.ty in my original world, I preferred to call myself a weapon shop uncle.

Right now, I had already died.

What kind of feeling is dying?

For me, it was something that happened in an instant.

When I was close to death, I brushed shoulders with Leon before falling into the boundless darkness.

It was a feeling that was very hard to describe. My consciousness was floating in a limitless void. I could not see anything, I could not hear anything, I could not feel anything. If I were to make an a.n.a.logy, it was like I was a brain plunged into nutrient broth. I could do nothing but think.

When I laid on my bed at night, I would sometimes imagine a ringing sound, but now there was nothing.

I sensed that the system had been completely sealed. I felt like I was floating in the air, but I also felt like I was falling into ruins. I could have died anywhere. As long as I wanted to, I could have produced a fuzzy feeling.

I had no way of breathing, no way of raising my hands. I could not open my eyelids, I could not part my lips.

I could only be here and think.

I could only wait here. I had no plans left to try. I did not know how long I would wait here, and I didn’t know how long had pa.s.sed.

In the beginning, I tried to count the elapsed time but I gave up after a day. Trying to count would just make you go crazy faster. I wanted to maintain a thread of awareness, to wait here with a vague hope.

I felt that if people who committed suicide knew that they would end up in this situation, there would probably be no one who chose to kill themselves. I had to remain in this posture for thousands or tens of thousands of years. I was unable to endure even thinking about it. But even if I wanted to cry out, no sound would come out.

In my original world, I read many books pertaining to the world after death.

There were some who believed existing in a ghost world after death. For example, Tu Hua’s Seven Days.

There were some that believed that we would be reincarnated into something else. For example, Ming Yan’s Weariness of Life and Death.

Though I say this, these books hardly const.i.tute a theoretical foundation because the authors were just imagining it.

But I had truly died.

After I died, I was sent to another world. I don’t know if this was an accidental phenomenon or an inevitable phenomenon.

Maybe right now I am in line, waiting to be reincarnated into another world.

Is there someone out there waiting for me?

This question streaked through my brain, and suddenly I felt a slight chill behind me.

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