The song that lingered in her throat gradually faded away.
In the tumbling darkness, it was as if quicksand was flowing into her ears, drowning out the sounds of the world. Only the song in her head was left. It was still spinning like a dancing skirt, but it was getting further and further away, becoming more and more indistinct.
"Are you willing?"
She cut off the song in her head. Her last bit of consciousness was like the moonlight that was about to shatter amid the rippling water.
"Are you willing?"
For a moment, she thought she heard his voice again. He was asking her cheerfully, "Are you willing to die with me?"
However, after listening for a while, she realized that it wasn't him.
She was now faced with a completely different question and choice.
"How could there be such a thing in this world?" Her soul began to tremble. She couldn't tell if it was fear or joy. She couldn't tell if she was going to be saved or if she was going to sink into oblivion forever.
"Yes," she whimpered and laughed at the same time. She stretched out her hand and said, "I am willing … to become a pocket dimension …"
This time, the voice was clearly heard by her ears.
It was no longer Constantine's deep and hoarse voice. Instead, it was clear and unfamiliar. She was startled.
"Who is it?"
"Are you okay?" A figure squatted in her field of vision. The shadow of the figure covered her face. "Lin Sanjiu? Wake up. The pocket dimension is over … "
"Pocket dimension? Lin Sanjiu? "
She stared blankly at the pair of sneakers of the person in front of her. Her vision gradually stabilized.
"That's right … I'm not Constantine."
The two personalities that had been squeezed together by the iron palm seemed to be torn apart bit by bit. Every time Lin Sanjiu and Constantine seeped into her body, the body would tremble uncontrollably. It was as if it was undergoing an indescribable baptism.
"It's okay. The pocket dimension is over," Lin Sanjiu finally recognized the person in front of her. She reached out and patted her shoulder comfortingly, "Don't rush to stand up. You seem to be exhausted."
"What … what happened?" Lin Sanjiu panted and asked, "Where … where are the Free Cities?"
"What Free Cities?" The Life Mentor blinked. Behind him, the Painter and Witch were also confused. "Are you still thinking about the pocket dimension?"
That's right … that's right, this is an apocalyptic world, not a Free City.
She was in the Grand Palace of Confusion. She touched the window with her consciousness and activated the pocket dimension.
Lin Sanjiu felt tired just by opening her mouth. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was still a little bit of herself left in the depths of the rolling black fog. The two figures standing in the window … Are they Konstantinai and Yuumaru Zei?
Window display …
Only then did she realize that she had unknowingly fallen to the ground, and that she was now facing the city wall.
At that moment, she just wanted to look at Yonamaru one more time. Constantine's greed seemed to still be in her blood. Lin Sanjiu pushed herself up from the ground and turned towards the display window in the plaza.
Under the gloomy clouds, a pitch-black figure was sitting on the square far away. His black hair was neatly combed to the back of his head, and his figure was thin.
"Hinomaru?" Lin Sanjiu shivered as she called out softly.
The figure moved slightly, and after a few seconds, he slowly turned his head around.
The gray wind blew from the distant sky, stirring up a cloud of dust. As the wind dissipated, the dust fell back to the earth.
The light gray brick slabs on the plaza seemed to have grown from the figure's body. They were rough, hard, cold, and filled with tiny cracks. Just a thin figure like that weighed down on the plaza, her vision, and the world.
For a moment, Lin Sanjiu could not tell who it was, but she shuddered. She did not know when, but she pressed her palms against the brick floor as if she wanted to drag her exhausted body over.
He turned his head back.
He remained silent and did not say a word. He only lifted his gaze and looked at the display window in the distance.
The display window with the man and woman was still shrouded in darkness. Even if Lin Sanjiu squinted her eyes, she still could not see anything. Constantine's glance at Yuumaruji was indeed the last one she saw.
"Puppeteer," she called out softly.
After a long time, a low "hmm" came from the direction of the dark figure.
Suddenly, Lin Sanjiu found a surge of energy that she didn't know where she got it from and pushed herself up. Her life coach quickly helped her up. Dragging her feet that were as soft as tofu, Lin Sanjiu walked step by step to Puppeteer's side and fell to the ground with a thud.
"Don't stare at me," he said after a few seconds.
Lin Sanjiu lowered her eyes obediently. After a short pause, she asked in a low voice, "What's with this pocket dimension?"
"Didn't you just experience it once? It's just a role-playing pocket dimension. "
Puppeteer did not look at her. He seemed to be exhausted as well. His back was slightly hunched, and his profile looked like a blade wrapped in black leather.
The pocket dimension with Constantine and Yuumaru had drained them of their energy and shattered their emotions. They were still in a trance and were not completely themselves. If not for that, Lin Sanjiu felt that she would have gotten more than two simple sentences from Puppeteer.
"After I … No, after Yuumaru, he went back," Puppeteer said slowly. "He jumped down from the escape hatch."
"Why?" Lin Sanjiu was shocked, but the last bit of Constantine in her body wanted to smile. "After that, Yuumaru also …"
"He sunk into the darkness."
Puppeteer had always been such a gloomy, tense, and sharp person. Lin Sanjiu had seen his blank face when he first woke up from a serious illness, and she had also seen his gentle and polite facade when he was a stranger. However, at this moment, after experiencing Yuumaru's death, Puppeteer showed a side of him that she had never seen before.
It was as if there was something inside his body that was tightly gripping him. Like a rope, it was cut off by the pocket dimension, and Puppeteer did not have the time to reattach it.
He was like a cloud of gray fog that had been temporarily freed, gently diffusing from the broken rope.
After a moment of silence, Lin Sanjiu said, "When I was in the pocket dimension, most of the time, I unconsciously followed … followed Constantine's life …"
Before she could ask the question, Puppeteer finally glanced at her and said, "If you have something to say, just say it."
"At the last moment, I only had two choices …" Lin Sanjiu looked at the floor tiles and said, "The first time was when the ladder was pushed down, and the darkness floated in front of me. That was the first time I felt that I could continue to stare into the darkness and think of a way to escape. I could also raise my head and look at you … at Yuumaru. "
If the pocket dimension had not just ended, she would never have said these words.
"The second choice, I decided to become a pocket dimension. Even though at that time, as Constantine, I did not know what a pocket dimension was. I only knew that as the 'posthumans' entered the pocket dimension, I would replay the last night of my life again and again. "
She frowned and asked in a low voice, "What I want to ask is … Did you have two choices?"
Again, Puppeteer gave a low grunt of acknowledgment.
He did not say much, but Lin Sanjiu could vaguely understand what he meant. It was Puppeteer who chose to go back. He chose to jump down from the escape hatch. It seemed surprising, but it was also a natural choice.
"In this type of role-playing pocket dimension," he suddenly said as he looked at the two figures in the window, "At the critical moment, you have to make the same choice as the original owner. Only then can you exit the pocket dimension. I made the same choice as you did. "
After a few seconds, he continued, "That is why we both came out."
Lin Sanjiu imagined in a trance that she did not know which part of the universe was located in a small dressing room in a Free City. Perhaps Konstantinai and Onamaru, who were only a few steps away from each other, decided to become Pocket Dimensions at the same time. They were woken up by strangers again and again, and they walked into that club as if it was the first time in their lives.
Even after they became pocket dimensions, they still stood in two separate windows. For an eternity, the only contact they had was the moment when they held each other's hands that were stained with blood.
"Don't misunderstand," Puppeteer said coldly. He began to talk to his usual self. "I didn't go back because of you. I can't stand the disgusting expression on your face. "
Lin Sanjiu let out a long sigh.
"You …" she said softly, "Sometimes, I really want to slap you."
The few humanoid figures who had been standing nearby squirmed uneasily. Caster even pulled the artist back a little.
For a moment, Puppeteer wanted to turn around. However, just like the moment before the storm, the clouds in the sky rolled away, and the fragile peace was restored.
He just said, "En."
I feel like this chapter is the time for me to stand up, open my hand, and say "ta-da"...
"Speaking of which, I have a preference for swept-back hairstyles, regardless of gender … Didn't I write Milady for King of Glory? Some time ago, they asked me to draw a Milady (not because I drew it well, but because it would be easier for the author to draw it for publicity), so I went to the official website of King of Glory and looked at their image of Milady for a long time. Then, I came back and drew a Milady with a swept-back … Personally, I think it looks better than bangs.
(End of Chapter)
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