Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 701 Nightmare Incarnate
A gust of wind blew, and the maple leaves outside the window fell on my window sill. The leaf was so dark that it almost disappeared into the mottled red paint on the window sill.

I'm Jack Iron, an archaeologist living in Bar Goda.

I have a happy family, beautiful wife Rose, ten-year-old son Duran, and a puppy named Charle.

A month ago, I conducted an archaeological expedition in Andujar, where a large-scale earthquake once in a century occurred. An unfathomable large gap split the historic city in half, and the search and rescue team went deep into the gap While searching for the victims, an ancient ruin was discovered 800 meters underground in Andujar.After investigation, it was a temple dedicated to the sun 1000 years ago.

With the unique passion of an archaeologist, I applied for an archaeological permit from my superior, Nitel Saipan. After a series of tedious official procedures, I became the first batch of archaeologists to step into the buried history.

Rose had held me back before I left because archaeology would take a long time and be dangerous, and she was terrified.Thinking about it now, my rejection at that time was too ruthless, and I did encounter a dangerous situation underground, and I almost couldn't come back.

"Thanks to this..."

A golden cross was held in my hand. This was something I brought out from the underground temple. It was enshrined in the center of the temple before. When the ground collapsed, I grabbed this in a panic Cross, in an instant, a golden light protected me, because of this, I became the only survivor of the expedition team.

I secretly hid the cross, because it is too magical, and there are two ancient texts on it, which I haven't deciphered yet.

Leaning by the window, looking at the glowing surface of the cross, thinking about the relevant classics in my brain, I was sure that no religion would use relevant words and graphics. Suddenly, I had a flash of inspiration and rushed into the study excitedly.Rose held the dinner plate with a sad expression, and stood outside the study. Duran followed her mother silently, not paying attention to Char's barking.

I deciphered the content of the cross, which took me a lot of time and energy. Now that it was late at night, I looked up at the wall clock.

It's twelve o'clock.

Resisting the excitement in my heart, I rubbed my slightly dry eyes, compared the comparison cards I sorted out, and read the old sayings on it word by word.

"What is given shall be taken back."

Click, the cross shattered the moment I finished reading it, and a dazzling glare burst out from it.In a trance, I watched a man wearing a full-covered dark gold armor jump out of the golden light, holding a thunder spear in his hand, and in the next moment, that hot spear appeared on my chest.

Raymond roared, burning my world to ashes, shouting in his mouth.

"Die, idiot."

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A gust of wind blew, and the maple leaves outside the window fell on my window sill. The leaf was so dark that it almost disappeared into the mottled red paint on the window sill.

I'm Rose Irons, a housewife living in Bar Goda.

I had a family that consisted of my husband, Jack, and ten-year-old son, Duran, and a puppy named Char.

Why ever, because my husband Jack, an archaeologist, died a month ago in an archaeological accident in Andújar. When I heard the news, I felt more happy.

Because I didn't love him, at first I did love the marriage, my Jack, but Jack loved archeology more.The long separation between the two places made my heart gradually cool down, and Jack didn't care about my changes, he didn't care at all.Gradually, I felt that he was a bit of an eyesore.

I took a liking to Nitel Saban, Jack's boss.He is a humorous man, with the same book taste as Jack, but more gentle, and he is willing to spend a lot of time with me when Jack is out.

I am very satisfied with him and am willing to accept his courtship.But I still don't want to bring up the end of the marriage to Jack, and I don't seem to be able to decide all this.There was an earthquake in Andújar, and there was an archaeological site down there. Everyone said it was dangerous, and it would collapse again at any moment. I knew Jack would definitely go there.

Nittle secretly told me that he passed Jack's application for inspection. I was a little scared, but I was more pleasantly surprised with guilt.I begged him not to go, to drain the last of his conjugal bond.He rejected me, as cold as ever.

Now, with a smile on my face, I look at the red leaves falling from the trees.He held the cross in his hand, which was Jack's relic. When his body was dug up, he held the cross firmly in his hand.I am not interested in this kind of antiquity, but this time, I want to leave an association, even if it is to commemorate my failed marriage.

Nittle will invite me to dinner tonight, and I'll be happy to oblige.Hanging the crucifix around my neck with twine, I turned to my dressing table, dressing myself for the evening.

Duran stood outside the door of the room with cold eyes, holding Char in his arms.

I got into Nittle's car, ordered Duran to go to bed early in a mother's tone, and left the home where the maple trees were planted.

Nittle has been complimenting my outfit, I am very happy, that is never satisfied.My cross necklace was shining, and Nittle looked at the cross curiously. He said that there were two lines of ancient writing on the side.I don't care about that, but I like that Nittle explains what it means for me.

"Anyone who rebels will be punished."

A golden light blinded my eyes, we drove to an intersection, Nittle was on my neck so he didn't pay attention to the road, a big truck crushed us in the light.

I saw Raymond sitting in the cab, yelling.

"Irregular driving, two lines of tears for relatives."

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A gust of wind blew, and the maple leaf fell on the window sill. The leaf was dark in color, and I held it in the palm of my hand.

I'm Duran Airon and I'm ten years old.

My father, Jack Ellen, died in an archaeological accident, and my mother, Rose, is leaving the house tonight, and tonight I have only Charl, a puppy, for company.

I'm actually an adopted child.

My mother, Rose, was infertile due to physical reasons. My father, Jack, comforted her, saying that he didn't care, and adopted me to express his attitude to her.Jack is a diligent archaeologist. Because of Rose's low self-esteem, he complied with Rose's wishes and reduced the time for making out with Rose, but spent more time on work and taking care of me.Char was bought back at this time.

Rose has been shutting herself in her room, dressing up, she doesn't care about me, but in front of Jack, she will pretend to be a qualified mother.I feel that she has been hating me, that I have taken away Jack's love, and that my existence is an insult to her.Jack doesn't always stay at home because of work, and whenever Jack is on a business trip for archaeology, Rose leaves the house every night and doesn't come back all night.

If it wasn't for Charl, I must be a lot more lonely than I am now.

I love Jack very much, but he's dead.And the cause of his death seemed to be related to Rose.Rose's lover, Nittle, was Jack's superior, and I'm sure I heard in one of their conversations what he had planned for Jack.

The father who loved me died, and Rose was very happy. She no longer had to pretend to love me, and I was sure that I would go back to that cold orphanage again.

I squatted in the room, feeling cool in my heart.

Rose was out, and I got the golden cross out of the trash can, it was Jack's, and she hated it.

I heard that this is a sacrificial object of an ancient civilization.

When we were in the orphanage, the nun mother taught us how to pray.Under the reprimand of the whip, my movements were extremely standard.

"Jack, you will forgive me."

I closed my eyes and concentrated on praying.

"God, please kill Rose and avenge Jack."

A light engulfs me, and I foresee Rose's car accident.I felt the warmth and gradually fell asleep.

In the dream, an angel descended slowly.

"All evil thoughts will be erased."

Raymond punched me on the head, yelling.

"Bear boy crawling."

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When the wind blows, the red leaves fall, and I watch with cold eyes.

My name is Charl, a dog.

There used to be Jack Iron and Rose Iron and Duran Iron in this house, and me.

They were all dead except me.

I did it.

In fact, I am a kind of alien called Kakabala, and the dog is just my disguise.

Earthlings are my food.

I have a natural enemy, the Cosmic Police Giant of Light.They will run around to enforce justice. In order not to attract their attention, I have to disguise them as natural deaths every time I eat people.

This is very troublesome, but the Kakabala people are a hundred times smarter than the people on the earth, so I will kill the natives of the earth.

A long time ago, I had my eye on the Ellen family.The maple tree is the anchor point that our Kakabala people placed on the earth. It will collect information from the people on the nearby earth, and people who look at it for a long time will become eccentric and isolated.

I falsified Rose's report of infertility and watched as the family fell apart.

That's right, I have another identity, which is Nitel Saipan, Jack's superior and Rose's lover.

I need to monitor my ingredients carefully. Rose's ingredient was actually eating my body. I felt insulted. I changed my original plan and decided to hunt for it immediately.

I passed Jack's archaeological application and ate him in that underground temple.Bringing back the crucifix turned Rose into a lunatic and filled Duran with hatred because the Earth Monkeys' abnormal mood would make them more palatable.I ate Rose and faked a car accident.It's much easier to eat Duran, the parents are dead, and the child is missing.

Now, I'm cleaning out the house and waiting for the next batch of food to be caught.

Get rid of all their personal belongings.

I saw that cross, well, it helped me a lot as a trigger too.

Then crush it in the way that the Kakabala Stars repay!
Depend on!I was careless!

This damn golden cross, buried 800 meters underground, is an ancient artifact more than 1000 years ago! !

It turned out to be the alarm of the Cosmic Police Giant of Light! ! !
Run! ! !

I couldn't run away, and a huge golden figure appeared in front of me.I saw the Giant of Light's slogan in the fragments of the cross.

"Where there is darkness, justice comes."

Raymond smashed me to pieces, yelling.

"Skynet is fully restored, sparse but not leaky, you dog, die to me!"

……

I woke up, and now seeing Maple Leaf, I panicked to death.

I fell from the magic flower, and Lyle's smile was eerie. This nightmare about the Ellen family finally stopped.

I was sure it was Lyle's revenge on me, and I was beaten four times by Raymond.

I'm a little dizzy now, and I can't tell reality from a dream.

But it’s okay, I’m back, this is Andrei, I’m a lich, I’m from the literary club, I’m…

I'm……

I'm……

Fear creeps up my spine, and I look at Lyle, still smiling.

I muttered to myself, I forgot my name.

"who am I?"

Lyle smiled, and the liches watching the academic party from the audience also laughed, and they all had the same expression on their faces.

I looked at my palms.

In the palm of my hand, there are red maple leaves and golden crosses.

Crack, the cross shattered.

Golden light erupted from Lyall and a group of liches.

Countless Raymonds filled my field of vision.

I was in despair.

……

A gust of wind blows, and the fallen maple leaves return to the trees.

……

A gust of wind blows, and the maple leaves watch me grow back on the tree.

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I blew by for a while, and Raymond watched the maple leaves grow back into the wind.

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For a while %...&￥...%#&...￥Maple Leaf.

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Andrea, at the academic gathering.

Lyle smiled and explained the picture in the development stone to a group of liches.

"This is a superimposed dream. It is a dream within a dream that I designed. Its logic will gradually evolve and break down, thereby inducing the dreamer's spirit to continue to deepen. Please rest assured that it is very dangerous to superimpose dreams like this many times. This is a negative example, the dreams I will promote in the future will not exceed three layers, and will never cause the result of being unable to distinguish between reality and illusion."

A lich asked.

"Mr. Epidemic Doctor, what does the situation shown now represent, and will there be any terrible consequences?"

Lyle glanced at the dreamer of the Ellen family and said with a smile.

"Actually, it's nothing, it's just crazy."

(End of this chapter)