I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 24 Don’t lose your mind, Anlos will take action
Passing through the college, orange-yellow streetlights stretched their shadows behind them, casting shadows on the brick avenue.

Gradually, the square bricks under the feet no longer connected together, became dilapidated and sparse, and were submerged by weeds.

Orange light fell behind him, and blue flames illuminated the surroundings, illuminating a dark ancient tree. They form a long string, like ghosts returning home at night.

It was autumn, and the cold wind carried the yellow dead leaves, hitting everyone's faces and spinning around them.

A sense of desolation and solemnity arose as they entered the dense forest.

The originally rustling chatter also stopped.

There was silence, except for the crunch of shoe soles on dead leaves and soil, and the howling wind.

Three hours later.

"Huhu."

Anlos gasped softly, his back soaked with sweat, and when the cold wind blew, it became sticky and uncomfortable.

He took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, only to feel that his steps became heavier.

They were already halfway there.

The team also changed from the original compactness to sparse and scattered, and the faint blue firelight swayed around.

"thump."

Ahead, another candidate couldn't hold on anymore and fell forward to the ground, curled up and shaking, whimpering intermittently.

Dark night, silence, cold, exhaustion. Huge pressure is oppressing these rich children who have been pampered since childhood from all directions.

The spirit is always tense and the string may break at any time.

[Health value decreased]

A bright red warning appeared in his eyes, and Anros turned a blind eye to it, or in other words, he was used to it.

With firm and steady steps, he walked past the fallen candidates one after another, his eyes always looking straight ahead without paying the slightest attention.

The blue flame of the lantern was reflected in Anlos' eyes, shining brightly in the darkness.

After 5 hours of walking.

The number of candidates has dropped by nearly half.

"huh, huh, huh"

Anros was sweating profusely, and the sweat flowed into his eyes. He just raised his hand to wipe it away.

The cold air invaded the bones and muscles, and Anlos felt that his legs were already as heavy as lead.

The joints are aching, the vision is shaky and blurred, and only the will is holding on.

Looking at the towering ancient oak tree on the top of the mountain, Anros calmed down and continued to move forward.

"Hey, give up, you can't do it."

A contemptuous voice came in.

"."

Anlos turned his eyes sideways and glanced at Louis, who had retreated to him from the front at some point.

"How come the genius who ranked first in the written test fell to the bottom when it came to actual combat?"

Louis raised the corners of his lips proudly and viciously, and mocked:

"So, I told you a long time ago that even if you can successfully enter the school, you will not become a wizard."

"From the moment you were born, you were destined to fail. You could only be a useless person who fought against the disease from birth to death."

Anlos stopped and looked directly at Louis with his ice-blue eyes.

"What, what's wrong? Is what I said wrong?" At this moment, Louis was actually a little flustered, and then he became even more angry, "What do you mean? Do you want to fight me! You are a dying waste?!"

For some reason, Louis' hand subconsciously grasped the sword, and his instinct gave him an early warning.

Anros's eyes suddenly trembled, as if he had discovered something.

Then, on that delicate and beautiful little face, the corners of the mouth were lifted up into a smile of great joy.

Against the backdrop of the night and the faint blue lantern, it looks like a ghost, extremely terrifying.

"..."

Louis' eyes widened and he froze for a moment, unable to move.

Just listen to Anlos' soft voice floating to his ears:

"Look, it's snowing."

Snow?
It's early autumn, where's the snow? Just when Louis was about to laugh, he saw a white snowflake falling in front of him.

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Louis' smile suddenly stopped, and he looked up in disbelief.

I saw the falling snowflakes falling from the sky to the snow-covered ground.

At some point, the other candidates, the examiners, and even the faint blue lantern that could be seen from a long distance all disappeared.

There were only two of them in the world, standing in a snowy field.
In oil painting.

The trees are twisted, and the dark brown uneven surface looks like it has been scraped out with a scraper. Snowflakes fall to the shoulders and melt into white paint.

In the dark night, a full moon with a human face cast a pale yellow light.

It illuminated Louis' frightened face.

"Pfft, haha. Hahahaha!"

Anlos seemed to be amused and laughed heartily.

She bent over with laughter, burst into tears, and had the most cheerful smile on her face.

Happy and cheerful laughter echoed in the silent snow-capped mountains.

He. How could he laugh?

Where is this?

Why am I here?

Louis looked down at Anlos, who fell to the ground laughing, and a huge sense of absurdity swept up from the soles of his feet, making him dizzy and almost unable to stand.

[Stop bullying him like that, you are so bad~]

An unfamiliar hoarse voice belonging to a third person came from Anlos.

Louis was frightened and stumbled backwards and fell to the ground. He was so frightened that he couldn't make a sound and just stared straight at Anros.

Next to Anlos, who fell to the ground laughing, a piece was suddenly torn apart, like a hole in the canvas, and the three-dimensional space turned up to both sides.

A thin and pale hand stretched out from the hole.

In Louis' eyes that gradually widened, he saw an oil painting of a woman in white gauze, leaning out her upper body.

The lower body is embedded in a heavy picture frame.

"Boom."

The picture frame fell to the ground, and the woman crawled on the ground. The rising snow dyed her long black hair white.

Extremely weird.

【A sneeze——! Suck, it's so cold. 】The black-haired woman wiped her nose imagelessly.

Anlos' smile faded. He lay on his back in the snow and whispered, "If you dare to give me a cold, you will be dead."

【oops! Isn't this a joke? How can I get sick? I still have to work hard for you, master~]

A flattering smile suddenly appeared on the woman's oil-painted face.

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Louis stared at this scene blankly for a long time, then suddenly grinned ugly and murmured:

"Haha, am I dreaming? Why do I see a nightmare monster, fawning over a sickly loser? Well, I must be dreaming, hahahahaha!"

Louis held his head in his hands, gradually laughed maniacally, his shoulders twitching, and he was about to fall into madness.

Ouch~What should I do~
A crazy companion is much more troublesome than a dead companion~
The portrait looked sideways at Anros and thought with schadenfreude.

Then, Anlos stood up.

He raised his foot and kicked Louis in the face with a bang, knocking him to the ground!

Crisp and neat.

I'll make you crazy again.

portrait:【.】

It shuddered, and when Anlos glanced sideways, it subconsciously used its arms to wipe off the snow on Anros's shoes.

Ying.

Which one of us is the nightmare creature...

(End of this chapter)