Annan's breathing became more and more difficult, and there was phlegm stuck in his throat.

He couldn't open his eyes at all, and he could only move his eyelids slightly with all his strength.

Annan felt that his whole body was full of pain...not happening in one place, but was under the skin, internal organs, and bones all over his body. Fortunately, his curse was still in effect.

This made this pain weakened countless times - but even if it was weakened countless times, Annan could clearly feel the pain.

The role of his spell can only make Annan calmer.

That was an unprecedented sense of weakness...

Not to mention asking and chatting, Annan had no strength to make a moan. Every time he breathed, he became weaker and closer to death.

……I see.

Is this the feeling of aging and dying of illness?

Annan had an enlightenment in his heart.

That is not a life that can be terminated by suddenly exhaling the last breath.

But they die little by little, like a fire that is gradually extinguishing...

Suddenly, Annan saw something-

The most eager middle-aged woman holding her hand... seemed to be the same person as her daughter. A highlight suddenly appeared on her body.

Even if Annan doesn't need to open her eyes, she can see her image.

(...Is this time going to end? I'm so troubled. The old man is going to die...)

As Annan's left eye heated slightly, a very light whisper sounded in Annan's heart.

...This is, [the left eye of the angel]?

Annan was stunned for a moment before he realized.

The next moment, the young woman who had been sobbing in the corner finally burst into tears.

That was the cry that broke out from my throat when I couldn't help it.

The man beside her sighed deeply, held the woman in his arms, patted her shoulder gently and comforted silently.

And at this moment, the young man suddenly showed light.

(...It's really, it's better to die soon. Jenny hasn't slept for several days, so her body will definitely not be able to bear it if she continues like this...)

As the girl named Jenny burst into tears, she felt as if there were substantial sorrows spreading around the room like a curse.

The person who had not originally planned to cry couldn't help but choke up.

Tears subconsciously spilled out of their eyes, but they could not even notice that tears had flowed out of their eyes. And the person who cried was not completely sad.

Just at the corner of Annan's eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little wet.

A middle-aged man suddenly stood up, lowered his eyes, sobbed, stretched out his trembling hands, and wiped Annan's corners with a handkerchief.

"teacher……"

He whispered in a choked voice.

That solemn mentality seems to be extremely sad.

But in Annan's eyes, he was suddenly marked by a highlight:

(...Okay, I finally found an opportunity to express [filial piety]. The teacher's family now sees my sincerity. When I use the teacher's name to go out to sell paintings to make money, they probably won't come out to point me out for face...)

Immediately afterwards, one person after another in the house gradually brightened in Annan's eyes.

The rustling, malicious whisper sounded in Annan's heart:

(...I probably don't have a copy of my teacher's legacy. Then I will take away the paintings in the studio tomorrow...)

(...I don't know if my second uncle's inheritance can fill Xiao Malin's gambling debts. This is obviously a terminal illness. Why was it was wasted so much money to extend his life before? Did you mess with the old man...)

(...It's really retribution, I deserve it. If my grandfather hadn't stopped Justin and I from marrying, I wouldn't have no money to find a priest now...)

(...I've been wasting more than a month, but I'm going to die. Now, I'm gone from work...)

As Annan approached death, the more sad the people around him were.

But the malice that ignited in their hearts became stronger and stronger.

That may not be called malice.

——Just expectation for Annan’s death.

The old painter who has been living in a sick bed for a long time has burned out the sadness of his family and students in the long journey of death.

The noise in Annan's mind gradually faded away.

Everything around him suddenly became quiet, the pain in his body disappeared, and he fell into complete tranquility.

...He remembered.

They weren't like this for some time when they first fell ill.

——Not me.

"Don't waste money to treat me anymore. My disease cannot be cured..."

"Don't say that! Is it reasonable to not treat the elderly if you have money?"

Just like a flashback, Annan saw the scene when he just fell ill four months ago.

What people see is anxiety and urgency, and what they are in words and actions is eager and real "love".

But shortly after that, the love was completely burned out.

The trivialities in life, the energy, energy, and financial resources consumed before the sickbed are gradually equal to the "love" of the past, or even overflowing.

I don’t know where to start, but the desire to “get through it eventually” gradually became the expectation of “died sooner.”

It is either 10%, 30%, or 50%.

What they show is still the love from the past, but in the eyes of the old man, what they think is clear at a glance.

...I want to reawaken that love.

——The only way is to die.

Let all the fatigue, irritability, pain, and sorrow be cleansed and turned into nostalgia.

——The only way is to die.

Want to be hated by people, want to not be hated by people, want to not cause trouble for people...

——The only way is to die.

...Is this what you want to show me, Denton?

Annan looked at the flashback of his life in the old studio, and such a thought came to his mind.

It's not just about letting yourself die in a nightmare.

This way, confuse one's own understanding of "life" and "death".

Instead, Annan's thought of "I'm living a wrong way" in his heart, and Annan's idea of ​​"people are looking forward to me dying."

...And what does Denton want to do?

Outside, will this desire to exterminate yourself?

“——This is really boring.”

Annan sighed deeply: "It's not as interesting as the previous trap."

In front of Annan, the nightmare suddenly shattered.

He opened his eyes again.

The brilliance in his eyes became a little dimmed, but it filled again in the blink of an eye.

"It's too weak, it's too weak."

Annan sighed: "Why is this the ultimate killer? Who do you think of me?

"This level of fear is so weak... I don't even have the idea of ​​'I should die'."

“… Actually, really…”

The white-haired boy opposite Annan frowned incomprehensible: "Are you... heartless?

"When the people who love you hate you, don't you even feel a little guilty? You don't even want them to give up saving you..."

"——That's nature. People hate me, what do you have to do with me? I don't live for them."

Annan sighed and stood up swayingly.

The broken walls under his feet suddenly became shaking.

Seven pieces of fear gathered together... the whole nightmare suddenly trembled.

Scattered fragments of building fragments gradually rotated and gathered together; in the void, buildings were outlined, filling the gaps of broken walls and ruins.
To be continued...