I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 7 Anna Creeper

"Pfft!"

There was a sound of cracking silk, and a dark hole appeared on the canvas.

Just like scratching a person's skin, dirty paint spurted out and dripped all over the ground.

[Ahhhhh--how do you know that my weakness is the canvas? ! 】

"Anna" screamed miserably, her gentle face completely distorted and covered with various scars.

Anlos: "Now I know."

"Anna":【.】

It was so angry that it was shaking all over, its eyes were about to burst, and it looked like it was about to pass away.

【I will crush you! Crushed into a pile of rotten meat! ! ! 】

"Anna" roared, and the floor under Anlos' feet suddenly sank, as if it had turned into a canvas, with colors smearing on it, making it dirty and chaotic.

"Anna" threw her upper body out of the canvas, and her pale hands stretched out from the white gauze, like dry firewood, and grabbed Anlos.

"Crack!"

Anlos pulled the wheelchair to resist, but was shocked and took a few steps back.

The wheelchair cracked in response, with five clear scratches revealing the gears inside.

"Drip-drip-drip-"

The wheelchair alarm bell rang, extremely harsh, echoing in the corridor, like a reminder.

Anros held onto the wall with paint dripping down, stepped on the soft and twisted floor, and ran quickly through the corridor, his breathing gradually becoming heavier.

Behind him, “Anna”’s lower body was embedded in the canvas, and she crawled over with two arms carrying a heavy solid wood frame.

As if teasing prey, he chased Anlos leisurely.

"Hoo, hoo"

Anlos's chest rose and fell violently, as if there was sandpaper rubbing against his trachea. He had only run a few steps, but it felt like he had run a thousand meters.

[Health points decreased! 】

[Infection level increases! 】

Big blood-red characters appeared in front of Anlos' eyes, and the labor pain gradually spread to his brain.

[You can't escape.] "Anna" a sinister voice came from behind, "This is my dream catcher, you can only be swallowed up by me. Sad and insignificant human beings, hehehe"

Are all villains equally talkative?

Anlos cursed.

If he were a villain, he would never say another word.

No, how could he be a villain?
He is so weak, pitiful and helpless.

Anlos selectively forgot that he had just smashed his "real mother" in the face.

Life is reduced, erosion is increasing, and there are crawlers chasing after you.

Extremely exciting.

Anros licked the corners of his mouth and quickly scanned the surroundings with his eyes.

Just as there is an entrance into a dreamcatcher, there must be an exit from it.

It's called "the door".

The door must be some clear object, or some obvious condition.

For example, the door of Anlos' current dream catcher is used to fall asleep on the bed in the bedroom.

So, where is the door to this oil painting world?
The corridor under your feet is like a spiral staircase, looping round and round, never ending.

Everything turned into a pool of melted paint, mixed together, and flowed downwards.

There is only one exception.

Anros' ice-blue eyes reflected the bottomless darkness outside the guardrails of the corridors.

It is a solid color that has not been mixed.

found it.

Anros stopped and turned to face "Anna".

[Have you finally given up resistance?] "Anna" grinned with a proud smile on her face, her white teeth exposed at the corners of her lips, "Beg for mercy, cry bitterly, but I won't let you go, hahahaha!" 】

Suddenly, its nervous laughter stopped.

It saw the young man in front of him who was so weak that he needed to hold on to the railing. He raised his right hand tremblingly and raised his long and slender middle finger towards it.

Anlos chuckled: "Goodbye, Choubi."

【--you wanna die! ! ! 】

Accompanied by a scream that sounded like fingernails scraping against glass, "Anna" rushed toward Anros, her face so angry that it turned into a dirty whirlpool. The next second, Anlos turned over and jumped over the guardrail.

"Crack!"

The sharp claws scratched the guardrail, sawdust flew out, and the entire guardrail broke.

Staring at Anlos' falling figure in shock, "Anna" screamed in disbelief:

[You, how do you know this is the door of my dream catcher? ! This is impossible! ! ! 】

Anlos' clear voice came from a distance: "Now I know."

"Anna":【.】

【Ahhhhhhhhhh——! ! ! 】

Anros listened with satisfaction to the roar that resounded throughout the nightmare space. The so-called making the enemy react was to make himself happy.

The feeling of weightlessness speeds up the blood in the whole body, the whistling wind passes through the ears, and the white hair tumbles on the side of the face.

Anros closed his eyes and fell into darkness.

In the dead silence, "Anna" huffed and stared at the darkness below. After a long while, she squeezed out a voice from between her teeth with resentment:
【I will still look for you, don’t even think about escaping.! 】

Anlos opened his eyes.

What comes into view is the bedroom bathed in dusk.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the window, and it looks very warm and orange.

came back.

Anlos took a breath, sat up, pressed his throbbing forehead tiredly, and thought in his mind:

The attack method of the portrait is quite familiar.

The upper half stretches out of the canvas and crawls around with both arms.

Isn't this the lowest level monster created by the Seven Nightmare Lords derived from the Seven Deadly Sins - the Lust Painter?

The name is very simple, just called [Portrait].

However, [portraits] are all attached to the nightmares of other creatures, and I have never seen a [portrait] that can produce nightmares on its own.

Moreover, he also has the ability to think.

"It will definitely come back again." Anlos murmured, "Ignorant evasion is not the answer, you have to kill it completely."

"What's more, during the public beta of version 1.0, Nightmare Lord Lust Painter was still a main quest."

While thinking about it, there was a knock on the door suddenly.

Anlos squinted his eyes and glanced at the door that was pushed open.

"Master, are you awake-?!"

The maid's words stopped abruptly, and her smile froze.

She looked into Anlos' ice-blue eyes, and a creepy feeling crawled up her spine.

It was as if some indescribable creature was watching her.

But the next second, this feeling disappeared.

Her young master returned to his gentle and weak look.

"."

Maybe, I saw it wrong.

Yes, the young master is so weak and powerless, how can he give people such a terrifying feeling?
The maid blinked, throwing away the trembling just now, and smiled: "You fell asleep in the corridor, so I sent you back to the bedroom."

Little did she know that her young master almost fell asleep.

"Lunch has just been prepared and I was about to call you when you happened to wake up."

"Thank you."

Anlos nodded and was helped into the wheelchair by the maid.

After enjoying a delicious lunch, Anlos wiped his mouth and whispered to Noye who was drinking tea leisurely:
"Father, I want to practice swordsmanship."

"Pfft-cough, cough!" Noye almost spit out the tea in one breath.

He even forgot to wipe his mouth and stared at Anlos in surprise: "Tell me, what do you want to practice?!"

What did his sickly son say he wanted to practice? !

"I want to practice swordsmanship, father, now, right away." Anros smiled softly, but his tone was unambiguous.

He wants to cut off the [image] that uses his mother's body.

Just tonight.

(End of this chapter)