"My name is Su Hang, from Class 1, Grade 3, Xicheng No. 12 Middle School. Last night, I dreamed of a strange thing - in a place that does not exist in my memory, I killed someone."

"I just finished a bloody battle, and I myself was already lying on the ground tired. I felt like I had no strength in my body. On the contrary, I still felt a little sick in my stomach.

However, my ears told me that someone was walking towards me. And my eyes also saw a shadow on the ground that violated the laws of light and shadow and climbed towards me.

“It’s really wonderful.”

An intoxicating sound like the darkness of night rang in my ears.

Looking up, it was a blood-red man.

The blood-red trench coat, blood-red wide-brimmed hat, and even the mask on his face are blood-red, hidden in the shadow of the hat brim, as if evil and elegance are perfectly blended.

He stood upright in front of the door, holding his hat in one hand, as if he had been standing there a long time ago, embraced by the night and silence.

"Wits, bravery, calmness, determination, and anti-killing."

His voice sounded like he was psychedelic and satisfied after taking DM, "This is really a wonderful battle!"

I didn't pay attention to his words.

After all, when I think about it, he has always been there, watching the birth of death like a circus theater. I feel very sick.

"Are you kidding me?"

I used my last bit of strength to retreat to the door and looked at him fiercely.

He laughed arrogantly, as if his throat was being torn open, as if he was trying to suppress some kind of madness.

"Of course not, you passed the test. Congratulations, you are the first and the only person to pass the test."

"However, maybe after today, you will be a resurrector."

Although there was no malice in his explanation, I still couldn't let it go. Especially his last words.

However, the real reason is that compared to the previous fight, his approach made me feel my blood gushing even more. His whole body exuded an unknown aura that made people afraid to approach.

Regardless of anything else, I always feel that he is not human. This is my first instinct, and I firmly believe it.

As if he could read my thoughts, his words flowed into my ears lightly.

"I know you have a lot of doubts, but trust me, I won't harm you. Time is limited, so if you have any questions, just ask me."

After saying that, an hourglass appeared in his hand, as if it appeared out of thin air. Then, he suddenly turned the hourglass over and held it in the palm of his hand.

"Timer starts."

The gravel began to fall slowly. I still didn't relax at all, and my eyes were still focused on him.

The gravel moved extremely fast, as if in a hurry, and my breathing and eyes began to change.

"What is this place?"

"A place of trial."

"Why am I here?"

"To save the world."

"..."

Are you kidding me? Saving the world? When I was a kid?

"Of course, I am serious." He stared into my eyes and spoke out word by word, "As for why, when you get to that time, you will understand."

"Then who are you?"

Upon hearing this question, an arc seemed to crack in the shadow under the brim of the hat. The pupils on the mask glowed dimly from the shadow, but it was more like thick fog melting into the darkness.

Is he laughing? I couldn't help but feel a horrifying feeling. I seemed to see ominous bandages wrapped around his body, flying around like tentacles. But when I was distracted, I saw nothing.

"Me? I'm not a human being. I'm just a pitiful ghost. And you won't be considered a human being soon either?" He replied with a half-smile.

After that, he stretched out a finger and said, "There is one last question. Think about it carefully and don't waste the opportunity."

I looked at the hourglass in surprise. If I hadn't opened my eyes wide, I would have thought that all the sand had leaked out.

But in fact, there is only one last grain left, floating strangely at the junction of the bottom and the top. There seems to be an incredible force holding it.

"What do I do next?"

This is my last question.

"Little boy, I finally know why it chose you to complete this mission."

The man in red chuckled, and then continued, "This is a game about resurrection. Everyone has a reason to go on. And all you have to do is keep competing and sit on the final throne.

.”

"Of course, you can resist us and lose this game without caring. But after tomorrow, I believe that you will be willing to fight for victory in this game."

"Then, little boy, we'll meet again if we are destined."

After saying that, the last gravel finally fell.

The man in red flipped his hands, and the hourglass disappeared like magic. His body was gradually swallowed up by the darkness coming from behind, leaving only a voice lingering in the air, "This is your reward, treat it well."

Bar."

In my surprised gaze, the darkness receded like a tide, and everything in front of me disappeared. In my eyes, only the lights on the ceiling were left, bright and dazzling.

Then it's just a dream, right?

I couldn't help but think about it, but the memory in the dream was extremely real.

In my mind, I still retain the smell of every corner of the dream; I still retain the suffocating smell of blood; and even the corpse that fell at my feet.

But how could this dream be true?

Just like what the man in red said, those fights were just to save the world?

Regardless of whether he is lying or not, his existence itself is full of mysteries. He does not look like a human being, and he himself has admitted this.

I don't know how many people he found, but how could I be the only one to pass the customs?

How could a selfish, cold-blooded, and stupid high school senior like me be the only one to pass the test?

How is it possible for a person like me who even plays a game of King of Glory to be criticized as a primary school student by the remaining nine people?

That must be a dream, that can only be a dream!

As soon as I started thinking about these questions, they turned into raindrops on a cold night, falling on my heart. The moonlight outside the window was just right, but I felt that I was just having a cold dream.

I got off the bed and sat down at the table to sort out my emotions.

The coffee on the table was still hot, so it was a pity to throw it away, so I drank it while recalling the dream just now.

My name is Su Hang, and I come from Class 1, Grade 3, Xicheng No. 12 Middle School.
Chapter completed!