The door of the room where Annan had been imprisoned for more than three weeks finally opened at this moment.
Annan looked at the bright red and sticky moonlight outside the door, shining in through the door that opened on its own.
For a moment, Annan actually felt like he was in another world.
And at the next moment, the main task panel that was almost a month late finally popped up in front of Annan:
[Main mission: choice]
[Reduce the number of Purifiers to "one person"]
[Meet ████]
【Until dawn】
"...Do you want to wait until dawn?"
Annan murmured in a low voice and walked out through the door.
He didn't pay much attention to or analyze this main task.
Now that we know that this nightmare itself is full of malice towards me... then there might be some kind of trap hidden in this main mission.
At least that's what Annan thinks now.
He decided to explore this nightmare by himself first.
If he really encounters some critical information that forces him to review his main mission... then by then, Annan will definitely not drown in his old thinking.
Perhaps it was because he had been imprisoned for too long. The moment Annan left this "prison", he felt a little uncomfortable.
How to describe that feeling...
It's like staying in a stuffy room with a broken air conditioner for a long time. Your body has adapted to the hot and humid feeling. When you go out at night, you can feel the warm natural wind blowing on your body.
A bit of coolness penetrates into it, and you can even feel a strange touch on the surface of your skin.
...Annan made a judgment immediately.
If he guessed correctly, this world actually existed. It was just that before Annan left this "initial space", time was completely stagnant.
Therefore, even though Annan stayed there for a long time, Annan, who had already reached the stage of youth, did not grow a beard. Even his clothes did not become dirty or wrinkled, and his hair was not messy at all.
After all, even if Annan obtains a golden body, it is impossible to stop normal and healthy "growth functions" such as growing a beard. Just like Ingrid cannot stop herself from getting pregnant.
If you want to eradicate this level of "instinct", you must use rituals to carry out targeted pruning.
Unless you stop being a human being completely.
It was only after Annan left the house that he realized... that the location he was in was not in the wild.
But in a busy city.
In other words, Annan judged from the surrounding wreckage that it should have been in a busy city.
All I saw was that in the middle of the night, everything was silent.
Only the blood-colored full moon, which seemed to be dripping with blood, stared at Annan, and a black star accompanied the blood moon, hanging high in the night sky.
Annan looked up.
The crimson moon was so red that it looked like a bleeding eyeball cut by a knife.
Just looking at the blood moon made Annan feel a strange and uncontrollable obsession.
In a daze, Annan seemed to see a mark engraved in the depths of the blood moon. It looked like a group of entangled, circling, twisted, and flashing yellow tentacles.
When Annan came to his senses again, he seemed to hear a low singing voice coming from deep in the air.
It seemed to be a French song. Judging from the rhythm and length, Annan thought it should be a kind of opera.
This song is flowing on the street corner, as if the song has legs and can move.
He followed the sound of the song.
But the crimson mist blocked Annan's vision and also blocked his perception attributes.
Someone seemed to be walking faintly on the street. However, Annan was not sure that it was really a person.
He could clearly see figures one after another, passing by in the increasingly thick blood mist. But the feeling of dissonance was that Annan did not hear their footsteps, but instead heard a sticky and wet sound.
That sound even reminded Annan of the lubricant applied to the skin.
Even though he was so uneasy, the familiar architectural styles around him still gave Annan a strange sense of nostalgia.
Subconsciously, he walked towards the direction where the singing was coming from.
As Annan gradually walked in that direction, he seemed to be lost in the blood mist, and Annan's sense of direction was gradually lost... The singing gradually became louder and clearer.
But the strange thing is that Annan was not injured by the blood mist.
Instead, a strange desire gradually emerged in his heart.
That's not hunger, nor is it thirst.
But something that comes from deep within the soul...
"……Huh?"
I don't know how long they passed before Annan raised his head and suddenly let out a soft sigh.
Because he really knew the building in front of him!
He finally knew why he had a strange feeling of familiarity just now.
It's not that Annan has ever traveled or lived here...but because he has played Assassin's Creed.
The building in front of me is Notre Dame de Paris!
"...No wonder this street always feels so familiar to me."
Annan murmured softly.
Is this Earth?
But it's not quite the same.
After learning about a certain conjecture that all the world is actually a mirror version of the earth, Annan was not sure whether this dream corresponded to France in a certain era.
There is only one thing that Annan can confirm is absolutely problematic.
That is, it is too dark and too quiet inside Notre Dame de Paris.
There were many people on the street, and although no conversation was heard, it was obviously not late at night. At this time, Notre Dame Cathedral should not be completely dark.
Or to put it another way, even if the party is over, the door should be closed instead of leaving the door open like this.
Just when Annan stopped at the door and was thinking.
But he saw a rubber ball bouncing slowly from inside, rolled out, and stopped safely in front of Annan.
Annan silently picked up the ball.
With his perception suppressed by the blood mist, Annan was still able to confirm at this distance that this was indeed a ball... and not something hiding explosives.
...Does this mean you want me to come in?
Annan thought about it and decided to go in.
There was indeed no one in Notre Dame de Paris, but the blood mist had dissipated. This made Annan at least feel that his vision had become clearer.
And among a bunch of tightly closed doors, Annan once again saw the same yellow twisted mark that appeared in his hallucination just now, traces of paint smeared on the door.
Annan always felt that this mark looked familiar, but it seemed to be too ancient knowledge, and Annan couldn't remember it for a while.
He walked into the room.
He heard the source of the singing.
It came from a tape recorder. The strange thing is that now Annan can hear the roughness of the singing voice that is unique when the sound quality is damaged. But when he was still outside before, it felt like someone was singing while walking on the street.
He stretched out a sleeve and turned off the tape recorder with his palm.
It was a man wearing a shimmering green robe. Probably a man.
In other words, His body was constantly flashing with divine brilliance, and Annan could see its overwhelming sense of holiness with just one glance. This made Annan restrain his energy and become alert and polite.
"I have no intention of staying here..."
As Annan spoke, he leaned over and asked politely: "Excuse me, how can I leave from here?"
The man opposite did not answer Annan's question.
The shadow covered most of the man's face, revealing only two emerald-like eyes without pupils.
This eye reminded Annan of his own "angel's left eye."
What a coincidence, Annan's left eye also looks like this.
And in the middle of His forehead, there is a very beautiful emerald inlaid. It is shining like this man's third eye.
The man just pointed at the seat opposite him and motioned for Annan to sit down.
Annan easily understood what the other party meant and did not take a resistive attitude.
Do not know why.
Annan just felt that the other party would not hurt him...