Chapter 4 The Viewer

This is a small island.

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 protruded from the sea, as if the waves could be submerged if it were bigger.

But the sea level is quiet, very quiet, without a breath 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 white fog all around, filling every inch of space. The sky was like a blur of thick ink, dark and heavy.

I'm dreaming, Sonia thought.

She clearly remembered that she was sleeping in the women's dormitory of the Sword and Rose Magician University, and 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 sure 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 was holding the scabbard on his waist, and his right hand was holding the unused hilt of the sword, as if someone had pierced his heart before drawing the sword.

There is nothing left on the island except this body and the sand. 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 ​​inlaid in the sword's frame, making the entire sword seem to have come to life. 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 aesthetic, 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 over, so as soon as she pulled it out, she took a step back 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 stepping 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 broke through the air, and the tip of his sword was pointed directly at Sonia. Although he couldn't see his eyes clearly at all, Sonia felt a pair of cold eyes without any 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, panic written on her face.

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 the comfort and warmth of her bed at the moment of 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 posture, kicking the sand with both legs and charging towards 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's shameful to run away."

"And 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.

Sonia found herself back on the island before waves of pain overwhelmed her.

"You have ten seconds to rest."

This time she does not run away, but looks towards the viewer's hand.

"You seem to be expecting me to be without weapons after I throw the sword out?" The viewer leisurely put the sword into its sheath, "Why are you still so naive after you have experienced death several times?"

"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 viewer could finish speaking, Sonia jumped into the sea with a pop. But this time, instead of swimming, she chose to dive into the sea, trying to escape the onslaught of viewers.

‘You can’t cut off the sea! ’ she thought in her heart.

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. 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."

"Viewer!"

Sonia shouted loudly, with an angry look on her face, gritted her teeth, clenched the sword with both hands, and mustered up the courage to walk towards the audience. The spectator let out an ooh, gently stroked the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and said, "If you want to stop your rest early, I have no objection."

Snapped!

Sonia knelt down in front of the spectators 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 beautifully that the pear blossoms and the rain were particularly attractive. She seemed to hesitate for a moment, with a blush on her face, and she gritted her teeth and nodded: "Anything is fine."

"Well, I order you -" the spectator 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, staring blankly at the thick black sky, then 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 names."

"I'm just an ordinary female student, and I'm not worthy of your efforts to deal with me. Your current behavior is like using a spiral light cannon to kill mosquitoes and letting the 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 Xiao Zhi 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 thing you said was wrong."

"first sentence?"

"How can you be sure?" The spectator 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 to get 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 took the sword 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 through 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. The ruby-like pupils reflect the blurry appearance of the viewer, as if to imprint him deeply in his heart!

"You left me no choice."