I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 56 Dark Red Train

train!

Anlos' eyes lit up.

Just like a real vehicle, this old-fashioned dark red steam train connects various areas of the nightmare world - equivalent to a "teleportation point".

Now, his mansion is set as one of the sites, which means that the manor belonging to the Tian family is completely controlled by Anlos.

The areas further outside cannot be claimed by just upgrading.

Just like a lord developing a territory, he needs to rely on force and wisdom to capture it.

The blue fairy looked at this scene in amazement. The dark red behemoth was reflected in her emerald green eyes. It was a scene she had never seen before.

【what is that? 】

the blue elf asked.

Because no one got on the train, the train's whistle whistled again, white steam spewed out from the exhaust pipe, and it clanked elsewhere, disappearing into the darkness like a dark red line.

"That's a train that can go to various sites. After all, even the seven nightmare lords can't expand their territory to every part of the nightmare." Anlos said.

[The nightmare belongs to that god. ] The blue fairy nodded, then sniffed and asked covetously, [Does the train smell of blood? It smells delicious]

Anlos glanced at her in surprise.

"Your senses are quite sharp."

"Trains in reality definitely don't smell like blood, but in nightmares~"

"The real body of this dark red train is very interesting. It is——"

At this moment, Anlos's ears trembled, he stopped talking, and listened.

"Someone is here, it's probably dinner time."

Anlos said, licking the corners of his mouth, lying back on the bed extremely silkily, and pulling up the quilt.

Then, look at the blue goblin.

"When I don't greet you, I don't restrict your movements. You can go wherever you want. Just pay me 50 yuan next month."

Hearing the words "moon face", the blue elf's expression suddenly became depressed. He pursed his plump lips and forgot about the topic of "train".

Seeing that she was uncomfortable, Anlos felt comfortable.

He waved his hand gracefully and closed his eyes. The long white eyelashes were covered with a layer of light under the moonlight.

Consciousness gradually sinks.

This familiar process gave Anlos a different feeling after looking directly at his own origin.

Survive the nightmare and come to reality.

The distance between the two reminded Anros of sinking into the deep sea, the perverse deep sea.

He seemed to have turned into a fish, swimming between the two dimensions, but it seemed that he did not really belong to either of them.

Anlos suddenly had the urge to open his eyes.

However, when he wanted to do this, his eyelids seemed to be so heavy that he could not lift them at all.

In the invisible darkness, Anlos crossed the sea, his back sank onto the soft bed, and returned to reality.

Before he even opened his eyes, Anros smelled the scent of the portrait.

The pungent smell of oil paint almost hits the nose and is clearly audible.

Weird, it wasn't so obvious before.

Could it be because he looked directly at the source of power? Has his inspiration increased further?

Anlos couldn't hold himself any longer.

The last time he was in the snow forest, his vision was widened by looking directly into those amber eyes.

Plus this time.
Is this the time to open the third eye?

You know, in Ke-style games, having high inspiration is never a good thing.

But...

Anlos said that if he has a chance next time, he will commit suicide~
In addition to the portrait, there is also Professor Armstrong.

The smell of earth on his body is very easy to identify, and there is also a vague smell of nightmare.

Thinking of the plants cultivated by this kind herbalist professor, Anlos couldn't help but sigh:

Nymeria Academy is really very tolerant. Thoughts flashed by.

Anros slowly opened his eyes.

What caught his eye was Portrait Card Louis' subconsciously evasive eyes, his expression showing fear.

He probably kidnapped the Blue Goblin and scared him.

Haha~ So cute~
Professor Armstrong noticed nothing and came over in surprise:

"You're awake!"

"."

Anlos subconsciously touched it down.

Well, okay, it's still there.

Anlos breathed a sigh of relief and straightened up with the help of Professor Armstrong.

"I want to come and see how you are doing and give you some medicine." Armstrong turned to the side of the classroom and showed the bottles and cans on the bedside table, pointing at his fingers nervously, "I hope you don't mind."

"Well, it's okay, thank you."

Anlos glanced at Louis, who nodded to him imperceptibly.

...I have to say that when it comes to issues involving his own safety, the portrait will become very alert.

Anlos rubbed his throbbing forehead, but the erosion level was still at 39%, and he still needed to recover through rest and meditation.

"Are you okay? Do you want to take medicine?" Professor Armstrong asked worriedly, talking about taking medicine as if he were eating.

"It's okay. It'll be fine after a while. I'm used to it."

Anlos said softly, with a weak smile on his face, which made Professor Armstrong feel distressed.

Deceived by appearances, you stupid humans.

Louis smacked his lips and glanced at Armstrong with disdain, his expression was exactly the same as "Louis".

Anlos spun out of bed, and stretched out two white and straight long legs from the swaying white lace nightgown.

"..."

Armstrong looked away sheepishly and suddenly began to worry about the stability of the first-floor windows.

But what Anlos said next immediately diverted his attention.

"You are here just in time. I will engrave the meditation pattern I use now."

Upon hearing this, Professor Armstrong immediately perked up and shouted excitedly:

"That's great - but, uh, can your body hold up?"

Carving meditation patterns requires mana and physical strength, which is not an easy task.

"Well, it's okay, you don't have to worry~"

Anlos smiled obediently, causing Professor Armstrong to say, "You are the best student I have ever encountered."

But Louis, from Anlos's harmless smile, tasted something else -

It was like a spider spinning a web, looking expectantly and playfully at the ignorant flying insects.

The master has another big job to do.

Louis sighed.

At this time, he still didn’t know how big this “big job” would be.

On the other side, Anlos has prepared the parchment paper for the scroll. It is well-made, extremely flexible, and exudes the smell of money.

He lifted the quill, its sharp tip hovering above the paper.

Then, take a deep, slow breath.

"call--"

Gradually, a chill began to spread out around Anros, and the sound of waves crashing seemed to come from a distant place.

Armstrong suddenly felt a bit familiar.

like
It seemed like the same thing happened when the accident happened in the first meditation class. It felt like being immersed in the cold deep sea?

However, since Anlos is such a good kid, the accident must have nothing to do with him.

　Thanks to Kong Ming of Bangladesh for the reward~ I want to collect and read~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)