The pain was like an eagle's claws grazing across my skull.
The chill spewed out uncontrollably and spread throughout the body.
Woody, who was sleeping soundly in his dream, felt something strange happen to his body. When he regained consciousness, he struggled to cover his head to suppress the pain.
My body habitually curled up, and my hands pulled the quilt to prevent the loss of body temperature.
But he suddenly found that he had lost control of his body.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lift his arms that could easily be lifted.
Even his eyelids were like thick iron doors at the moment, blocking his desire to pry into the current situation.
His breathing began to become less smooth, and only strange murmuring sounds came from his ears.
"what happened?"
"A ghost on the bed?"
Woody's consciousness gradually woke up, and he felt that he was lying on the bed, but his limbs could not move.
A word like this suddenly popped up in my mind.
Then, thoughts popped up one after another.
In psychiatric sleep medicine, this behavior is generally referred to as "sleep paralysis."
"How can such a good person be so embarrassed?"
"And it still hurts so much?"
"It can't be a dream, right?"
As if to confirm Woody's conjecture, the strange murmur gradually became clearer and rhythmic.
Judging from the melody, it seems to be the prelude to some kind of ballad.
"Ballad?"
"Why is there suddenly singing?"
Woody's thoughts were scattered, but the voice behind his ears continued.
The prelude ends and the main film enters, when the ethereal female voice begins to sing.
Woody found that he had never heard it before, but that the language of a female voice was completely unfamiliar.
But Woody was not surprised at all, after all, many of the songs in his collection of songs were in his own language.
Such as dragon language, tower language, star language, astronomical language, Gaelic language...
“It sounds pretty good!”
After listening to it for a while, Woody even forgot about the pain in his head due to the ethereal and light female voice.
Although he didn't understand what was being sung, the song did suit his taste.
However, as the song gradually reached its climax, the female voice changed its gentle tone and began to become more passionate.
Woody suddenly felt that this BGM sounded familiar.
It feels like déjà vu, this is a song he has heard, and he has heard it more than once!
An ominous feeling.
I remembered……
This is a "blasphemous tribute"!
Perception and memory interacted, and Woody finally remembered the horror of being dominated by this BGM, or CG.
"Praise to the Shame" is the BGM of the CG when an ancient evil creature "The Mother Tree of Corruption" appears in the world-popular virtual game "Saint".
In the song of the beautiful girl gradually transforming into the most "perfect" form, Woody has seen countless players fall under the infection of that ancient evil thing.
At that time, he was vomiting when he was watching. The most important thing was that he couldn't skip it.
He remembered that the world attack took half a month.
If the system hadn't given players the blessing of not having to be reincarnated after death, almost all players would have had to enter the River Styx to be reincarnated.
Finally, with the singing of countless "heroic souls" and the help of those brave and fearless aborigines of Asenland, a hole was opened from under the ancient evil thing.
The fuzzy memories of the past became clear in an instant, and the deaths one after another were vivid in my mind. Even the original fair and slender body of the girl in the CG gradually transformed into a "perfect" bloated piece of flesh covered with brown pustules.
This evoked Woody's deepest nightmare.
It was an amorphous, jelly-like giant mass of flesh and blood, with tumor-like appendages hanging all over its body at weird angles and ways.
On the blood-grey skin, white abscesses were densely packed. They kept fluctuating, bubbling, bursting, and then releasing fishy mucus.
Then she continued to regenerate and became even bigger. Her body kept growing and changing.
Only one feature has always remained: in the middle of her body, beneath the translucent body tissue, organs, blood vessels and internal organs are arranged to form a huge and dreamlike face.
…
The singing behind Woody's ears stopped at some point, but there was a glimmer of light. Woody looked towards the light.
Then I saw a huge dim blood moon appearing above me at some point.
The reason why the Blood Moon is dim is that a huge shadow creature is firmly entrenched on the surface of the planet.
As if sensing Woody's direct gaze, the prostrate creature raised its head, revealing its organs, blood vessels and internal organs, forming a huge and dreamlike face.
He saw Woody, and Woody stiffened subconsciously.
Because of the creatures on the blood moon, their organs, flesh, and internal organs also began to squirm.
It's like... it's like...
A...crying face.
…
The violent beating of his heart gave Woody an unknown strength. His survival instinct made him grab the giant hammer that broke the door and gave it a sharp blow.
The blood moon was shattered into pieces, and the dream world also collapsed.
Woody's control over his disconnected limbs returned to his consciousness. Woody felt that he could move again, and various parts of his body gradually regained consciousness.
There is no pain at all, and the paralysis and immobility have disappeared.
Woody breathed a sigh of relief and opened his eyes, while secretly cursing the "Saint" game for its poor planning.
Why do you design a monster so realistic? Even though it has been several years, people are still having nightmares about it!
But so does he. Even in the game, the plane passage where the ancient evil creature is located was blown up by him and the aboriginal people. What are you afraid of here?
He cannot enter the star realm and chase after him.
What's more, my game is already one step away from becoming a demigod with virtual godhead.
Advanced Legend - Players whose cumulative level of each profession exceeds 25+.
In the main material plane, it can be said that it has reached its peak. If the ancient evil thing is really planned by the dog to "enter again".
It's not clear who is torturing whom, he is no longer the stupid young man who just advanced to the basic profession.
He is already a qualified technical (ke) master (jin) master (mu) (zhu), although he has changed into a planner.
Of course, before the second half of the self-deprecating sentence was uttered, Woody was swallowed up by the scene he saw after gradually regaining his vision.
Above the head, there is a luxurious and luxurious brown ceiling full of classical artistic atmosphere, and hundreds of European-style ceiling lamps decorated with colored glass.
Woody was so frightened that he quickly got up. This was definitely not his room!
Why did his simple retro-style bedroom suddenly change to a European palace style?
Thick and luxurious velvet curtains blocked the light in the room, leaving only a palm-wide gap, but it was enough for Woody to see the furnishings of the room clearly.
First, there is the brown bedside table on the right side of the bed, which is simple, small, and very cute. There is also a porcelain tea cup with complicated patterns on it.
On the right front, against the wall, you can see a walnut desk with tools and an unfinished white sculpture scattered randomly on it.
The velvet carpet on the ground completely blocked the color of the floor, and there were several oil paintings hanging on the walls for decoration.
Opposite the bed is a classical three-tiered bookshelf. One layer of the bookshelf contains not books, but small and exquisite bone sculptures, just like the unfinished one on the desk.
There is a wardrobe against the wall on the left hand side. The wardrobe doors on both sides are half open, revealing all kinds of clothes inside, mostly black and white.
The straight tuxedo suit is particularly obvious when bathed in light, while a full-length mirror hangs on the side of the wardrobe door on the other side, reflecting the shadows of the furnishings in the room.
Woody also saw his own appearance through the light. He was a boy about sixteen or seventeen years old, with black hair shawl, brown eyes, and a delicate and clean baby face. He was still childish and had a confused look on his face.
No way...is this me?
The weathered and sexy stubble was gone. Woody touched his chin. The smooth and delicate touch suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, and he came up with a bold guess.
Have you traveled through time?
After all, modern people can no longer live without smart homes. They can wash and eat in bed when they wake up.
These ancient and elegant house layouts are nice to look at, but they are useless, so you can only see them in games.
By the way, games...
Woody suddenly remembered.
Isn't this the bedroom of a typical southern noble on the continent of Asenland in "The Saint"?
The three silver discs displayed on the top shelf of the bookcase are a necessary gift to honor the three gods of mankind. They are found in almost all the bedrooms of southern nobles.
However, most of them are silver-plated, which is not worth much, and it is quite troublesome to get rid of them. They are also easily hunted down by the city guards. Generally, only novices will steal these.
If you want Woody to steal it, the bone sculptures placed on the bookshelf are the most valuable, and they are also easy to steal.
Many nobles like to buy this to add some appearance, if the shape is suitable.
Mages will also occasionally purchase and create rare items, which can be regarded as hard currency.
calm down.
When things that exist in novels, movies, and fantasies happen to you.
Woody's mind was a little turbulent, but he quickly convinced himself to calm down.
Random thinking will only make the situation worse, not better.
If this was really a game or a country similar to the Middle Ages, what you would get by talking nonsense would not be healing and enlightenment.
It's the temple judges who can't tolerate the slightest bit of sand in their eyes.
Demonic possession, demonic possession, their best way to solve it.
It means telling the truth with flames, going back and forth from there.
As Woody's mind calmed down, he gradually returned to his former rationality.
The brain is like a tomb robber who has finally found a way to open the coffin. Once the coffin board is lifted, the memories that originally belonged to this body are revealed again.
Woody Aleister, sixteen years old, was born into a viscount family in the Kingdom of Bavialo in the Southern Continent.
I am currently in my third year at the Palermo Higher School, and I will prepare for the sculpture final exam in July next year.
He has no brothers or sisters, his parents are both nobles, and they belong to a political marriage.
Father Ryan Aleister was born bohemian, after giving birth to Woody Aleister.
Not long after, he left little Woody, who was only three years old, on a ship bound for the New World.
His mother Sovia also died of illness when he was ten years old.
Because his father, Ryan, had already had a bad relationship with the family in his early years, and the inheritance left by his parents was not very generous.
Therefore, Woody's guardian naturally became his sister Susan Edith, who had a quarrel with his mother.
Lived in this manor on the outskirts of Palermo on the west coast of the kingdom and adjacent to Alor Bay in the north.
I grew up and went to school here and stayed there for six years.
But this body's past is not surprising to Woody.
What he cares more about is other information, or anecdotes about this continent.
Monsters entrenched in the wilderness, giant beasts in the sea, orcs in the north, elves in the forest, plus those very familiar place names.
In the frigid north, the Winter City is ruled by the Immortal Queen. Humans are not allowed to approach the sublime forest, which is extremely exclusive.
A hot desert inhabited by a dragon that makes people guess riddles and tell jokes, and a volcanic crater that cannot be approached under any circumstances...
All kinds of things made Woody feel like he was in another world.
This is the world farthest from the main material plane among all the planes in "Saint", and the place where divine grace radiates farthest.
But it is also a novice village for all players.
They grew up in this land.
I have chased dogs in the wilderness, been stewed by ogres, gnawed grass on snowfields, and been sprayed by dragons in glaciers.
This land was once bathed in miracles, the arcanist's floating city rose here, and the prosperous mechanical empire moved from here to the star realm.
Later, it became a paradise for adventurers, with ancient ruins buried everywhere.
Some people return here with wealth, while others fall into the River Styx with their greedy souls.
This is... Asenland, the adventure country, affectionately called the "home planet" by players.
He has traveled to the game world...
After realizing that the memory was not a joke or an illusion, Woody calmed down even more.
Because if this was Asenland, then the dream just now...
Thinking of this, Woody couldn't help clenching his hands. He knew very well that he was in the world of saints.
Nothing is without reason, everything is done for a reason.
If the dream just now is true...then this body is the Chosen One?
After all, only the chosen ones and fortune tellers can predict what will happen in the future.
The current calendar of the Southern Continent is still in the year 1191 of the Valley Calendar.
More than a thousand years ago, human heroes led their people through the portal to expand territory in this land, drive away monsters, and build cities and empires.
More than a thousand years later, mankind has ushered in its most prosperous time.
Not surprisingly, after 1191, this year will be named the Golden Year by the Astrological Association of Arsenland.
Because the trade routes between humans and elves will be completely opened up by the end of this year.
The elves agreed to sign a trade agreement with humans, and also recognized and accepted half-elves as their own kind.
At first glance, it looks prosperous and on the right track.
However, the memory of the past still "tells" Woody that in three years, history will turn around and plummet into the abyss.
First, the gods no longer responded to the prayers of believers.
Then the drow in the southern dark region began to counterattack on the ground.
As well as the awakening of the ancient red dragon in the Xingxuan Mountains, war continues in the south.
Finally, the never-falling Winter City in the North also fell, and the gates of hell opened.
The devil directly helped the gray dwarves turn the Far North into a vassal kingdom secretly controlled by the Nine Hells.
Not to mention the ancient evil "Corruption Mother Tree" that landed with the stars.
No matter which one of the above, it can completely shatter this dream of bringing Arsenrant to the other side of the multiverse.
So 1194, that year, was named the Year of Darkness.
But if you are really the chosen one, you can dream about the future.
At least the perception is not low, and being a priest or a druid is a good choice.
Thinking of this, Woody felt a little itchy on the back of his neck, and subconsciously raised his right hand to scratch it.
But when Woody's fingertips touched the skin on the back of his neck, his fingers suddenly froze.
The particles are obviously bulging, and the skin is not smooth and flat at all.
Instead, it feels like... something doesn't feel right.
Sitting on the bed, the black-haired boy immediately turned sideways to face the mirror, swept up the long and smooth black hair on his shoulders with his left hand, and then turned to look.
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of his fair neck, which should have had smooth skin under the black hair, but was now occupied by black and red cysts and abscesses the size of thumbs.
They are densely distributed in the empty space on the back of the neck and extend upward. Through the transparent skin in the center of the cyst, you can still see the ulcerated skin inside and the yellow pus and blood that have long been distorted.
I don't know if it was a hallucination, but Woody stared at the mirror longer and longer.
The more he felt, the black-red cyst seemed to be squirming and spreading with his breathing, coinciding with the scene in his dream.
