I'm not a loser in love from Dimensional Adventurer

The person torturing yourself on this wonderful night is none other than yourself...

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It's 03:30 in the morning, and regardless of whether the other pillow on the bed has a new owner today, it's time to go to bed.Even if someone wanted to do some extra "recreational exercise" here, it would have to be in bed, not at a hard table.

Of course!If your companion has any "special hobbies", that's a different matter.

But what we are talking about now is Vician and Caschia, and what these two (or one of them) guys who have no romantic qualities are doing.

Counting the time, Vician felt that he and Caschia should have been sitting in front of this table for almost four hours.During these four hours, they only did two things: analyzing intelligence and looking through documents.

Lycaria, the God of Pleasure, was above. Vician swore that this was an insult to the night, and already, it was the most boring way he could think of to spend time in the world.

"You..." Wei Xi'an hesitated.He really wanted to persuade Caschia to go back to his room, and he himself didn't care whether the other party needed to take the documents away with him.

He has begun to feel sleepy. If conditions permit, he will simply fall down on the surface of any object, whether soft or hard, and he will fall asleep quickly in a very short period of time.

However, the conditions said "no" to Wei Xi'an.

Vician was sure that Caschia heard him, but the guy just didn't respond. Instead, he continued to show great enthusiasm for the document in his hand.It seems that it is not a document, but a few volumes of "interesting magazines" circulating in Fishbone Alley.

"No, I can't hold on any longer." Wei Xi'an thought as he pressed his knuckles hard on his temples.This had a slight effect, the slight pain woke him up a little, but once his nerves got used to the pain, he immediately started to feel sleepy again.

This is almost the limit of Wei Xi'an. He is currently in a state of superposition of two mental states: "I can't stand the damn file anymore" and "I want to sleep."

"Okay! I'm going to bed!" Wei Xi'an finally couldn't bear it anymore. He slapped the table and stood up, then turned around and walked directly towards his bed.

Meanwhile, Caschia, who was sitting opposite Vician, was obviously frightened by his friend's loud voice.He watched blankly as Vician took off his coat and shoes, and then got into the middle of the cup with agility.

From Caschia's perspective, all he could see were the clothes thrown carelessly on the floor and the bulging bundle on the bed.

"Hey..." Caschia sighed helplessly.He twisted his neck and looked out the window. It was dark outside the window, and not a single light was on on the street. "It's too late," even Caschia himself thought so, but he didn't feel any fatigue. Perhaps it should be said that he didn't feel tired at all like "normal people."

In addition to the feeling of "tiredness", he also had many other feelings that he could not feel: suffocation, cold, heat, etc...

In fact, it wasn't that he couldn't feel it at all, but...how to explain it?Is he slower?Not sensitive?

This is probably what it means. Caschia is not completely unable to understand the feelings that humans have, but his reaction is too slow, and those feelings will be correspondingly reduced when they happen to him.

The characteristics of the undead!ha!

As for the person who caused him to become in this state, besides Caschia himself, there is another person who has to be mentioned - his adoptive father.Caschia's adoptive father was named Barlotta, a very strange craftsman who was missing an arm.

By the way, "Eva" is also an item created by Balota, one of the seven alchemy dolls.

Speaking of which, Caschia played with her when she was very young, but this history has been basically forgotten.

As he once said to Vician (Lancas), his childhood life was no different from ordinary people. He grew up in a warm family, and his "parents" treated him very well. , although it was many years later that he realized that he had no real parents at all.

Everything about his family and even the town he lived in was made up by his "father" Barlotta.Dolls, dolls, dolls, his childhood life was surrounded by these things. The funny thing is that for a long time, he still thought that these were living people.

How Barlotta made those lifelike dolls is something that Caschia still can't figure out, but the only thing he can be sure of is that at least at that time, the dolls did not have Anything that smells bad.

The bad breath in his mouth refers to the dark power overflowing from the object, and it can also be the embodiment of evil thoughts. This is the real name of the breath he detected on the gemstone before.

Those things are tough, almost the toughest things in the world.They cannot be completely eliminated because as long as humans exist, they will live forever.

But let us pause here for a moment. After all, everything happening now not only revolves around "objects of evil thoughts", but also has many entanglements buried in it...

—TBC—

Chapter 256 The Glory City and the Day of Destruction (1)

The half-open door creaked and was gently closed, followed by the man's steady footsteps in the corridor before dawn.

At 03:30 in the morning, when the world was still dark, Caschia finally walked out of Visian's room, and just as Visian expected, Caschia put the food on the table I brought the documents back together.

Sitting on the sofa in his room, reflecting the candlelight, Caschia continued to bury his head in the documents in his hand.Eva's incident is closely related to him, not only him, but also many people are one of them.

Lancas Vierja, Carlos Wrightston, Faircrest Hilton…

Caschia's eyes passed through these names one by one. He saw the names he was familiar with, and at the end of the paper, he saw a name circled in red handwriting: "Caschia· Getuna"

That was Caschia's true name, a name that contained the joy of life.

This name has been with Caschia for most of his life, and even now, a small number of people still call him by this name.

"Me... that's right..." Caschia closed his eyes quietly, recalling his hometown because of this name.

His hometown is in a remote corner of Elani. On this island isolated from the rest of the world, he lives secretly with his "family".

His adoptive father, Barlotta, was just a kind old man at that time. Caschia regarded him as his own grandfather, after all, that was what his "parents" told him at the time.

Grandpa Barlotta often brought him a variety of toys, from a small wooden horse to a spear that could be waved freely. Caschia took everything from his scarred hand. .Barlotta brought joy to Caschia's childhood with just one hand. This alone inevitably made Caschia fond of his eccentric grandfather.

Until one day, Barlotta got "mad". He screamed at night and wailed during the day. He would drive away anyone around him, and from time to time he would laugh while holding a boulder and say this A stone whispers.

Caschia was frightened by Barlotta at the time and hid in his room. However, even through a window, he could still see Barlotta wandering alone on the street from time to time.

A few days later, people began to disappear inexplicably in the small town where he was located. At the beginning, there were only a few people.But gradually, Caschia discovered that his neighbors were missing, and in the end, they were the only ones left in the whole town.

"Dad, Mom. Where have they gone? Why can't I find them?" Caschia asked his "parents".His parents mechanically turned their heads, blinked, and replied in dry voices: "Dinner is almost ready. Just sit on the chair, dear."

Young Caschia looked out the window. Through the glass, he saw the sun hanging high outside the window.It's daytime now, just around 10:30, and no matter how you think about it, it's not the time to have dinner.

Caschia said to his mother in confusion: "But it's daytime now..."

But his parents ignored his inquiry and went into the kitchen to work on dinner.

About ten minutes later, a sumptuous dinner was served on the table.Dinner was served, and the Caschias took their seats in order.Across from Caschia, his parents were holding spoons in their faces in weird gestures.

Meanwhile, they were still talking.

"Yesterday, Mrs. Grayson was again considering whether to buy a toy for Pooh."

"The day before yesterday, Mr. Lewis was buying vegetables. He bought too many."

"Tomorrow, we are going to find the one on the next street..."

"Today, we have to find..."

Caschia heard his parents discussing this. He listened carefully, but the more he listened, the more uneasy he became.

Because he understood that whether it was yesterday or the day before yesterday, starting from today and the next few days, those people his parents talked about would not appear at all.

Mrs. Grayson, who lived on Second Street, disappeared a week ago, and Uncle Louis, who lived at the end of Third Street, disappeared half a month ago.

And the others...are now missing.

The food in his mouth suddenly became unpalatable. Caschia hurriedly said hello and left the table. However, his parents did not even look at him and continued to talk to each other. .

"I must not have slept well." Caschia comforted himself.He went to bed early that day and prayed that this strange situation would disappear with the passage of time.

However, on the second day, the third day...the fourth week, the fifth week, nothing changed.Caschia finds the town increasingly desolate and his parents becoming increasingly strange.

Spider web-like cracks appeared on his mother's face. The cracks started from the corners of her mouth and extended to the corners of her eyes.The fine residue was peeled off as she moved, falling to the floor.

As for his father, one eye was out of its socket, and the green eyeball was bound by a metal wire, hanging next to his nose and floating in the wind.In addition, his neck was twisted to one side and appeared to be broken.

This is a scene that is equivalent to a horror novel, but surprisingly, Caschia did not feel much fear about it. Perhaps he was numb. He sat at the table like a normal person and stuffed a spoonful of food into his mouth. In the mouth.

While chewing, he lamented that there was still a strange smell in today's rice.

The secret life continued, and as the damage to his parents became more severe, Caschia's mental state became worse and worse.He almost collapsed, and only by maintaining his longing for Grandpa Barlotta did he avoid complete despair.

Finally one day, Barlotta, who had been missing for a long time, appeared in front of Caschia again, and this time he was accompanied by seven people whom Caschia had never seen before.

These seven people were both male and female, and one of them was the girl who would later be called "Eva".Before Caschia could take a closer look at these people, he heard Barlotta speaking to him.

"We are going to live somewhere else. The people in this town are cursed. We can't stay here anymore!" Barlotta said as he lifted Caschia up from the bed.Without any struggle, Caschia allowed the strangers to dress him in brand new clothes.

Immediately afterwards, he followed Barlotta out of the town and began wandering on the mainland.This new life brought major changes to Caschia. The memories of the past were wiped away and he regained his due vitality.

That period can be said to be the happiest time he has ever lived. He had the company of his brothers and sisters, and the love from his dear "father".He felt that this was the environment he had always lived in, and that forgotten town was gradually buried in the dust and no longer remembered.

Until many, many years later, Caschia, who parted ways with Barlotta, stepped into the ruins again.Only then did he realize what kind of existence the father he had always loved was.

—TBC—

Chapter 257 The Glory City and the Day of Destruction (2)

When Caschia was 13 years old, he had a falling out with his adoptive father, Barlotta.The reason was disgraceful, because Caschia accidentally broke an object made by Barlotta.

It is a palm-sized instrument, shaped like a heart, and it flashes gorgeous colors under the sunlight.Caschia was very interested in it, so from time to time he would go to see the gem heart when Barlotta was not around.

It was because of this that Caschia accidentally damaged it, but the area of ​​damage was not large, that is, there were only some scratches on the corners. However, even so, Barlotta was still furious with him.

Caschia was driven out of their house in the city, "You are not allowed to come back tonight!" He remembered how Barlotta had warned him.

Did he obey?not at all.

Caschia slipped into Barlotta's workshop again. He hid behind the piles of debris. He thought that as long as he could find a way to survive this cold night, he would be able to take the initiative to talk to his wife the next day. The adoptive father admits his mistake, and maybe then they can reconcile.

However, today, God has decreed that they will be separated.

After a few minutes, Caschia heard Barlotta's footsteps. He woke up from his nap and began to observe his adoptive father through a pile of debris.He had never seen Barlotta work, and he had never known how he made things with one hand.

He saw Barlotta take out tools and materials from under his clothes, then put them on the table and start polishing them.His speed was so fast that it was simply not the speed of a one-armed old man.He worked for a while, and then stopped. Caschia saw him lifting the things on the table to the side of the candle. Judging from the magnificent light spreading wantonly in the room, Barlotta had already put the things on the table. The broken gem heart is ready.

Up until this point, everything had been normal, but what happened next made Caschia terrified.Barlotta first went to the next room and then emerged a few minutes later dragging a gagged man.

He placed the man on the table in front of him, then picked up the dagger and stabbed the man in the heart.Not long after, a bright red heart was taken out, and a heart made of an unknown gemstone took its place.

The man who was supposed to be dead stirred and stood up.

"Who are you? Where are you?" Barlotta asked the "person" in front of him.

The other person answered him: "Wally, Wally Sweet. I'm in your laboratory, my lord."

Barlotta was very satisfied with his answer. He burst into a chilling laugh, reached out his hand, and forcibly pulled out the heart he had just put into Wally's body.Wally Sweet fell to the ground in response. This time he was truly lifeless, falling to the ground like a fish out of water.

"Bah, bang, bang." Three claps sounded, and Barlotta watched his "minions" come over to clean up the mess. They were all Caschia's brothers and sisters.

From left to right, Caschia could call their names one by one, but now he couldn't make a sound. He was curled up in a ball and shivering.Only when Barlotta left with his servants did Caschia have a chance to come out of this hiding spot.

He walked to the place where Wally fell before, and the blood in that area had been cleaned away, leaving no trace at all.Walking around the table, Caschia looked around, wondering why his father did what he did and what his reasons were.

Judging from the results, he indeed found it.

Caschia found a book without a cover on a dusty bookshelf, which he thought was deliberate, and he opened it.What this book seems to record is an outline of a suspected stage play script. The content of the text is very messy, but after Caschia worked hard to piece it together, he sorted out the text like this:

【Act [-]

In a distant glorious land, there is a solemn temple.