"Host."

A faint blue light lit up in the darkness.

A flawless white light emerged from it, and a distant call came out.

"Wake up, dog host."

The calm mechanical sound rang in the ears, awakening the dying man's silent consciousness.

After suddenly opening his eyes, the darkness was replaced by blue light. Just like the sudden green earth after the spring breeze blows, creating a dream-like picture.

Even if there is only a monotonous mysterious blue.

The blue young man propped up half of his body and focused his lax eyes. He did not look around, but just looked down at his chest and remained silent for a long time.

"Don't be dazed, dog host." The calm mechanical voice appeared again.

It turns out it wasn't ringing in my ears.

Instead, it echoes throughout the blue space.

He bent one leg, looked a little tired, and asked blearily: "How successful was the hand after resurrection?"

"...Less than ten percent, dog host. Can only barely reawaken your consciousness."

The young man stared at his knees for a long time.

"How much time do I have left, Tong?"

"About... thirty minutes."

"ha......"

The young man simply lay back and stretched his arms out wide to form a cross.

Just lie there.

Just lie down for ten minutes.

"...Twenty minutes left, dog host."

The system performs its duties very dedicatedly.

He looked at the blue sky...perhaps it shouldn't be called the sky, because there should be no concept of "sky" here.

Anyway, he looked there in trance.

After a long time, he said: "It hurts, everything."

"Anyway, the second move didn't work."

"Otherwise, leave me alone and let me wait quietly for death."

System: "Dog host..."

Another ten minutes of silence passed.

"Ten minutes left..."

The young man spoke again: "Why did I suddenly change like this? System. I have no interest in anything. It seems that everything I do is meaningless and I have no will to survive... Obviously...

..”

System: "Dog host, you have died once after all. It is normal to have post-traumatic stress disorder."

"PTSD..." the young man murmured, but lost his voice again.

"Five minutes left, host." the system said.

The young man didn't answer, his droopy eyebrows covering most of his empty and dull eyes.

"Three minutes left."

The consciousness gradually sank, just like the few seconds before falling asleep, the whole person was completely plunged into darkness in the erratic feeling.

He still said sadly:

"So tired."

"...Two minutes left, host." The system's mechanical voice spoke faster, "Host!"

Young man: "How many Haolan marks are there outside?"

"A total of one hundred and three thousand six hundred and seventy-nine, of which there are eleven thousand two hundred and thirty-three marked on the living beings." After the system finished broadcasting, it paused for a moment, "There is still one minute, host."

Things are gradually becoming less clear in front of my eyes.

The blue light is also very blurry.

He didn't speak.

"Thirty seconds, twenty-nine seconds, twenty-eight seconds..."

The countdown of life.

I'm actually lucky enough to hear it.

Pain, numbness and depression gripped his heart, using that as a focal point to drag him down toward the deep sea called death.

This is obviously an experience that should not exist.

A ridiculous and vain dream secretly longed for.

if......

If it ends here...

If it ended here...

Yes or no.

that is......

When waking up from a dream.

Without all of this, he could still live a good life.

There won't be any changes, a somewhat gloomy life.

But he can handle it.

One person can handle it.

...It's good to be alone.

It's always like this.

It's always like that, isn't it?

This way, there is no change.

That's pretty good, right?

——Normal life should be like this.

Since I could have lived a life like that.

Now I am tired and want to go back to those days.

Also...it's perfectly normal, right?

Close your eyes.

You can rest now...

"...ten, nine, eight..."

He tried to open his eyes.

It's strange, it's not closed.

Why can't I see anything?

"Seven, six, five..."

"all......"

He could only make a faint breathy sound.

"four three......"

"Start plan one...absorb vitality..."

"Two...Plan 1 has been launched and is absorbing vitality through the Hao Lan mark."

It's like a handful of sweet spring water is poured into a thirsty throat.

Bubbles appeared out of thin air and pushed him from behind.

Pushed him out of the ocean of death.

Take a breath on the sea.

To survive.
To be continued...