Overturned Tower

What appeared in front of Russell was still the rows of floor-to-ceiling mirrors that he was extremely familiar with.

But at this moment, they seem to have lost those special abilities...

When Russell looked over, he could no longer see a blue robin or a Morgan from inside.

No matter which mirror Russell went to, he could only see himself in the mirror-as if they had really become ordinary mirrors.

"…container?"

As Russell walked around, he tentatively called out to his own demon: "The container of God?"

But he didn't get any response. His own voice echoed repeatedly in the temple.

In the empty temple, it seemed that Russell was the only one left.

He is like a prisoner alone, locked in his own spiritual world.

Looking up, no one can communicate.

A kind of heartfelt and sudden fear suddenly seized Russell's mind.

To describe it, it's like that classic joke...

"Brothers, I will take the college entrance examination tomorrow, can you give me some help?"

"Isn't the college entrance examination today?"

——The kind of fear that surged in Russell's heart was probably to that extent.

He couldn't help but quicken his pace a little, and he walked to the end of the church.

This is no longer an endless loop of mirrors composed of countless mirrors... It seems to have become a real sanctuary.

Those mirrors that I still can't touch have become few and far between.

There are ten mirrors in total, and the red curtains on five of them have been lifted.

Russell also took off the curtain covering the remaining five mirrors.

In those mirrors, there was no virtual image reflected.

No Bluebird, no Alice.

No detective, no Morgan...

Only Russell.

—Only Russell himself.

He reached out and pressed the mirror tentatively, but he didn't feel anything.

Russell in the mirror also stretched out his hand at the same time, the fear that Russell knew at a glance leaked out of his eyes.

There was an unexplained, heart-piercing chill that made Russell's fingertips tremble uncontrollably.

Blasts of cold flowed from his back all over his body... like drinking ice in winter.

"...Why, am I so scared?"

Russell murmured in a low voice: "What am I afraid of?"

He stared at himself in the mirror, trying to synchronize and analyze his psychology.

So, he soon realized what "Russell" was afraid of—

He's afraid he won't be able to reach other people...

He is afraid of falling into absolute loneliness, he is afraid of being alone.

—to his horror, to become a mirror covered with a curtain.

An unexplained rage made Russell's body tremble suddenly.

He didn't even know why he was suddenly angry... It was all so chaotic and ethereal, logically broken and fuzzy,

It was like being in a dream.

…and many more.

in a dream...

Am I dreaming now?

Such a thought crossed Russell's mind.

But as soon as this thought surfaced, it disappeared without a trace, completely forgotten by Russell and lost its trace.

Immediately afterwards, more intense rage poured into his mind.

Russell suddenly punched the mirror in front of him!

There was only a bang, and the mirror suddenly burst!

Russell's hand wasn't hurt, or even felt much pain. And the mirror in front of him was evenly cracked, as if covered by spider webs.

Russell's face was reflected on every fragment of the mirror.

Some are angry, some are smiling, some are sad, some are sad...

The surrounding churches seemed to disappear in an instant.

The countless fragments of memory that the shattered mirror turned into were spinning in front of Russell.

Russell subconsciously looked at one of them.

The strong smell of alcohol gushed out of his mouth—

He just appeared in front of the instructor in a daze.

He was sitting on the mentor's bed.

Russell, who just vomited due to drunkenness, held the juice with trembling hands, staring blankly at Sally Ruth who was sitting by the bed.

"Hurry up and drink."

An elf woman with a peerless appearance sat beside him with her legs crossed.

She was wearing a gorgeous crimson dress and precious jewels on her body. Her long golden hair was naturally scattered like the most beautiful satin, shining under the warm light in the room.

His mentor, Sally Ruth, has a beauty that can drive people crazy.

She always has a mysterious expression that is half a smile but not a smile on her face, and she always refuses to welcome people's invitations.

I don't know how many people are envious of Russell being able to become Sally Ruth's apprentice.

But in the eyes of the drunk Russell... he seemed to see sharp fangs in the mentor's mouth.

Her golden hair was like some kind of slender worm, squirming slowly under the warm light.

"Drink it... This is a special medicine for sobering up."

Sally Ruth let out a soft whisper.

Russell was holding the orange juice mixed with hangover medicine in his hand in a daze, motionless.

When Sally Ruth approached Russell, his body couldn't help shaking.

And the cup in his hand was taken by Sally Ruth, took half a sip, and put it in his mouth... Under Russell's terrified eyes, he fed the medicine into Russell's mouth.

After just two sips, Russell's hallucinations and drunkenness quickly subsided.

"No, no, no, I'm already awake... I'm sober..."

Russell was a little embarrassed and shy and turned Sally Ruth back: "I just vomited... my mouth is dirty..."

"It's just stomach acid."

Sally Ruth smiled slightly when she heard this, and swallowed the hangover medicine in her mouth.

Then, she stuck out her tongue towards Russell, indicating that there was no more juice in her mouth.

"Poison won't kill you."

She said angrily, and patted Russell on the head: "What are you afraid of?

"Are you still afraid that the teacher will harm you?"

"sorry…"

Russell murmured in confusion.

The next moment, the brief memory ends.

It was a fragment of memory that impressed Russell deeply and made him unforgettable.

It was at this moment that Russell suddenly realized why he felt inexplicably familiar with this scene.

Or, where did he see this scene—

Every time Russell met the other party's eyes before getting a new mask... he would hear a similar "mirror cracking" sound.

So at the moment, this is...

"...Is that my mirror?"

Russell murmured softly.

The moment Russell realized this, countless dense spider web cracks started from the hand hammering the mirror, and began to spread rapidly~www.readwn.com~ Accompanied by the sound of cracking ice, those cracks appeared on his body surface.

Russell looked at his hands, then his arms, then his shoulders, his chest...

Through the ice-cracked skin, he saw nothingness inside his body.

It was a mass of swirling, nebula-like darkness.

It's like the head of the "vessel of god".

The substances that make up its head are filled in large swathes inside the "Russell"... and are more intense and darker.

"Is this... me?"

Russell uttered almost floating ravings like a dream.

His voice was gradually stained with repeated echoes: "This...what...?"

Like a demonized little Liuli, the accents gradually piled on top of each other.

On top of Russell's voice, the barber's voice began to be superimposed.

Part of the broken mirrors spinning and flying in front of him turned into the memories of Blue Robin and Little Liuli.

— These are the memories that were received by Russell before.

At some point, they already existed in Russell's mind.

But after getting the blue song robin's mask and psychic power, Russell never looked back at them... In other words, Russell never discovered, and even had some deeper memories that he received but never opened.

It's like drawing a character in a mobile game, but you haven't read the personal file and skill description at all.

"The crack marks on my body... are like Xiao Liuli..."

Russell's heart suddenly moved, and he looked at the memory fragments that he hadn't seen yet.

Maybe they can give themselves some answers.

As he thought about it, the nebula-like black gaseous substance gradually seeped out from the cracks in his body, condensed and turned into black tentacles, and slowly touched the largest memory fragment.