C102 I Accept (2/2)

I seemed to be lost in it, almost forgetting everything. Who am I, and where am I?

What have I come here for? Why have I come here?

Everything seemed to have been turned completely blurry by their gazes.

The deeper the obsession in his heart, the more he fell into it.

After finishing everything, the owl-man nods his head in satisfaction. Then, looking at me, who was still in a daze, he pulls out his phone and dials a number.

”Lord Asura God, everything is complete. That boy really did come to the laboratory. He has already been controlled by my illusion technique.”

”Very well, we'll burn it down and leave no clues behind. You can come back immediately.”

It was just a short conversation, but it decided the fate of the laboratory.

Five minutes later, starting with the curtains, the flames began to burn.

The owl flapped its wings and flew out of the window.

The fire in the laboratory grew larger and larger, and I was caught in that terrible transformation.

Even though I knew what was happening outside, I couldn't open my eyes.

Perhaps it was because my obsession was too deep. From the ninth concubine onwards, that experience of opening hell made my obsession deepen.

Not so much in the Owl's illusion as in my own.

”I, I want to wake up.”

I slowly said this sentence and fell forward. The last bit of my consciousness was completely lost in the illusion.

Within the illusions.

”Is, is this an ancient battlefield?”

I opened my mouth and realized that I was just a small soldier in a platoon, wearing an unknown military uniform. In front of me was a black mass of enemies.

The east wind blew and the war drums sounded.

It was the time for men to gallop in the battlefield.

But as for me, I was so scared that I started running everywhere.

”Hey, that person, what are you doing? The Suicide Squadron that I gave you has already sent two taels of silver. You actually want to run away? Try running away again and get yourself engaged in martial law.”

At this moment, an authoritative voice sounded. A general wearing armor and riding a warhorse arrived in front of me and whipped me.

It hurt, but it woke me up.

”Where am I?”

No, I'm in the illusion, the damn illusion of that owl man.

But this illusion is too real. I have a premonition that if I die here, then I will truly die.

”Hey, man, hot blood spilled across the battlefield. You brat, why aren't you coming with me to kill the enemy? Forget it. Raise the flag. People can die, but the flag cannot fall. Do you understand?”

The golden-armored general lifted a flag and handed it to me, then continued to command the charge.

Ahead of them was the real battlefield. The two sides were fighting, and even the air was filled with the smell of blood.

There was no high-speed rail here, no aircraft cannon, just a war in the era of cold weapons.

The soldiers carried spears and spears, while the generals rode their horses and brandished their swords to kill the enemy.

My camp was all dressed in red, with a treasure-bottle shaped flag carved on it. It should be the symbol of this country.

Well, there was no other way. Just do as the general said.

Maybe he saw that I wasn't suitable to rush in, so he passed the flag to me and told me to carry the flag and run wildly without having to fight with others.

It could also be considered an alternative life saving method.

Suddenly, I felt a little better about the general.

Not bad, my luck is really good. I just entered the illusion world and I have the help of a rich person.