But this is just because Sonia couldn't find a more suitable noun in her poor vocabulary. After all, this place can only be regarded as a small, palm-sized place that suddenly protrudes from the sea, as if the waves would be submerged if it were bigger.
But the sea level was very quiet, very quiet, without a trace of wind. Sonia's legs were immersed in the sea water, stepping on the wet sand, and looked up around her.
There was thick milky fog all around, filling every inch of space, and the sky was like a blur of thick ink, dull and thick.
I'm dreaming, Sonia thought.
She clearly remembered that she was sleeping in the women's dormitory of the Sword and Rose Magician University, so it was impossible for her to suddenly appear on a small island.
Sonia felt much more relaxed when she thought it was a dream. She squatted down curiously and tasted the sea water. She found that it was the same as the water she usually drank, and even had a little sweetness. It was not salty or bitter as mentioned in online education courses.
.
Sonia became more and more certain that she was dreaming, because she had never been to the beach or tasted sea water, so she had no idea what sea water tasted like.
"But if I'm dreaming..." Sonia looked towards the center of the island: "Why do I dream about a corpse that I have never seen before?"
In the center of the island, a strange corpse was half-kneeling on the sand.
He was wearing a dark windbreaker and a hood. His face was blurred and his clothing was heavy. It was not clear whether he was a man or a woman.
A long sword pierced his chest, but he did not fall, but knelt on the ground on one knee. His left hand held the scabbard at his waist, and his right hand held the hilt of the sword that had not been drawn, as if he was pulling it out.
The sword had been pierced through the heart before.
Apart from the corpse and the sand, there was nothing else on the island. Sonia couldn't swim, and she thought she was dreaming. She was not afraid of the corpse at all, so she boldly walked over to observe the corpse.
She discovered that the long sword that had pierced the corpse was still dripping blood. The blood flowed along the beautiful carvings on the sword body, and flowed back to the dark ruby embedded in the sword's frame, making the entire sword seem to come alive. It was so beautiful.
Already...
When Sonia came back to her senses, she had already grasped the long sword tightly.
The scabbard perfectly fits the palm of the hand, the gorgeous sword pattern that completely touches the aesthetics, and the touch that feels like an extension of the body. This sword seems to be...
...as if it were a weapon tailor-made for her.
Without thinking, Sonia pulled the sword out of the corpse.
She thought the body would fall down, so she took a step back as soon as she pulled it out to avoid being hit by the body.
However, the body did not fall.
Instead, he stood up.
Click, click, with the sound of steel-soled boots on the sand, under Sonia's horrified gaze, the corpse slowly straightened its back and drew out the cold and sharp sword.
With a crash, the sword edge broke through the air, and the tip of his sword was pointed directly at Sonia. Although she could not see his eyes clearly, Sonia felt a pair of cold eyes without emotion!
"Don't worry, Sword Lady, this time, I am not your enemy."
The voice of the corpse was neither male nor female, as if it was the sibilant sound of a machine: "I just know how to kill you."
Your definition of an enemy seems to be very different from that of normal people... Sonia tightly held the gorgeous long sword in her hand, as if she could gain a little sense of security from it.
"Who are you?" Her voice was trembling.
"My name is Doomsday Watcher, you can call me Watcher." The watcher said: "In the next seventy-two hours, you can only leave here if you defeat me. Otherwise, you can only leave here after staying for seventy-two hours."
leave."
"Isn't this a dream?" Sonia opened her eyes wide.
"The difference between dreams and reality is that reality is a dream woven together by everyone, and dreams..."
"It's the prison you built for yourself."
As soon as he finished speaking, the spectators stepped on the sand and swung forward. Even though Sonia had retreated as much as possible, she still couldn't avoid the shining light of the sword——
"You have ten seconds to rest."
Sonia knelt on the ground, clutching her throat with her hands, her face full of panic.
The tearing pain was extremely real, as if her neck had just been cut off by this inexplicable weirdo.
If this was a dream, she should have woken up from her comfortable and warm bed at the moment of suffering such pain.
However--
"Ten seconds have passed. I advise you to hold on to your sword. Only in this way can you..."
Sonia raised her head and saw the viewer holding the hilt of the sword tightly at her waist, assuming a sword-holding stance, kicking off the sand with both legs and charging toward her!
Sonia hurriedly raised her sword and retreated. However, the viewer's step suddenly spanned a distance of more than ten steps, as if it were moving. When she saw the sword light left by the viewer, the viewer's voice sounded from behind her -
—
"...die with a little more dignity."
"You have ten seconds to rest."
When Sonia recovered from the pain of beheading, she turned around and jumped into the sea without any hesitation, even if she couldn't swim!
It seems that the fear of death inspired her potential. Sonia almost taught herself how to swim without a teacher. Although it is a very unsightly dog-paddle swimming method full of water splashes, as long as she can stay away from that scary island with weird people.
Got it!
If it weren't for the empty stomach in the dream, Sonia would even want to try the fart propulsion method that appeared in the joke.
Amidst the splashing sound of water, Sonia clearly heard the voices of the viewers: "It would be shameful to run away."
"And it's useless."
Suddenly, she felt a chill on the back of her neck. Sonia lowered her head and saw a cold sword tip coming out of her neck.
Before the waves of pain overwhelmed her, Sonia found herself back on the island again.
"You have ten seconds to rest."
This time she didn't run away, but looked at the viewer's hand.
"You seem to be expecting me to be without a weapon after I throw the sword out?" The viewer leisurely put the sword into its sheath, "After you have experienced death several times, why are you still so naive?"
"You are too unreasonable." Sonia said with a bitter smile.
"The truth is only at the tip of the sword. If you want to reason, it's useless to use your mouth. Use your sword to convince me."
Before the spectators could finish speaking, Sonia jumped into the sea with a pop. But this time she did not swim, but chose to dive into the sea, trying to avoid the attacks of the spectators.
‘You can’t cut off the sea!’ she thought to herself.
This is indeed the case. Five seconds, ten seconds, thirty seconds... a minute passed, and Sonia was not attacked.
However, she felt like she was about to faint because she couldn't breathe.
It's obviously a dream, but why is there still a lack of blood supply to the brain due to lack of oxygen in the brain!?
The pain of holding one's breath was no less than that of beheading. Sonia couldn't help it anymore. She randomly picked a spot and floated up to try to breathe before diving. She was lucky: I just breathed for a second or two, and there was no way he would find out so quickly.
Me!?
A few seconds later, Sonia sat on the island, covering her mouth that had just been pierced, and kept licking her teeth with her tongue to make sure that her tongue had not been cut by the flying sword.
"You have ten seconds to rest."
"Viewers!"
Sonia shouted loudly, with an angry look on her face. She gritted her teeth, gripped the sword with both hands, and mustered up the courage to walk towards the spectators. The spectators yelled, lightly touched the hilt of the sword with their right hand, and said: "If you want to stop your rest early,
I have no opinion."
Snapped!
Sonia knelt down in front of the audience with a pop.
"Great, benevolent and kind unknown Lord, Sonia is willing to pray to you day and night, listen to your holy words, follow your miracles, and sing your will... Please don't torture me like this. Just do whatever you want me to do.
Tell me, I am very good and obedient, I can do whatever you order me to do, woo woo woo..."
"Is everything really okay?" the viewer asked.
Sonia raised her head, crying so much that the pear blossoms were alluring. She seemed to hesitate for a moment, a blush appeared on her face, she gritted her teeth and nodded: "Anything is fine."
"Okay then, I order you -" the viewer clenched the hilt of the sword and assumed a sword holding posture: "defeat me."
Zheng!
"You have ten seconds to rest."
Sonia lay on the sand and stared blankly at the thick black sky. Then she stood up like a carp and asked in confusion:
"No, I haven't offended you before. Why are you wasting your time on a little guy like me? There are so many evil people in the world. If you want to punish them, I can recommend a few candidates to you. If you are a big bad guy,
I can also recommend you several high-ranking and sanctimonious big shots."
"I'm just an ordinary female student, and I'm not worthy of your efforts to deal with me. What you're doing now is like using a spiral light cannon to kill mosquitoes and letting a swordsman chop wood. It's a huge waste of resources. You
Is that right?"
"Whatever you want me to do, you just say it. I look like a weak rose that can be ravaged by others. I was born to just go with the flow..."
When Sonia tried to persuade her emotionally and rationally, the audience shook their heads: "You are wrong."
Sonia immediately said: "Where did I say something wrong? Tell me and I will definitely change it."
"The first sentence you said was wrong."
"first sentence?"
"How can you be sure?" The viewer clenched the hilt of the sword and assumed a posture of holding the sword: "You haven't offended me before?"
Zheng!
"You have ten seconds to rest."
Perhaps because she died so frequently, Sonia even felt that beheading was just that, and it was okay once she got used to the pain.
She raised her head and looked at the viewer, "I only need to stay for seventy-two hours to leave this damn dream?"
"Yes." The viewer nodded: "But there is no clock here. Compared to a human life, seventy-two hours is not long, but for death, seventy-two hours is not short."
"Can you really survive seventy-two hours of constant death?"
"And why would you believe the words of a person who keeps killing you in your dreams? What if I am lying?"
"Taking a step back, even if you can really escape from the dream tonight, what about tomorrow night? What about the night after tomorrow?"
The viewer put on a sword-holding stance and said, "Since you have seen death, you shouldn't expect miracles."
Zheng!
The viewer steps forward, and as the sword is drawn and swept across, the whole person also rotates in a circle, spanning more than ten steps in an instant. The long sword, accompanied by huge rotational potential, will behead Sonia again like a hot knife cutting butter -
—
clang!
For the first time, Sonia's sword blocked the viewer's edge!
At this time, there was no expression on Sonia's face, no fear, no anger, no murderous intention, no pleading, only the coldest silence. In the ruby-like pupils, the blurry appearance of the viewer was reflected, as if to
