Weird Stories: Gothic Lolita Begins

After dawn, Lenari took back all his clones and returned to the office as if nothing had happened.

Lucia was still sleeping, and Valya was still serving as Master Barlow's model. It seemed that there was no way to end it in the short term. Lenari ate the nutritious breakfast prepared by Miles while thinking about what to do in the next few days.

He just took a bite of a new sandwich, but before he could chew it, a scarlet envelope suddenly appeared in front of Lenari.

As soon as the envelope appeared, it burst into a dazzling scarlet light.

The next moment, the light disappeared, and Lenari's figure disappeared at the dining table.

Miles, who had only time to be stunned and could do nothing else, had a gloomy face and picked up his mobile phone to dial with one click.

...

Somewhere in a closed space, in a giant building like the ancient Roman Colosseum, at one end of the venue.

Lenari suddenly appeared with a luxurious sandwich in one hand and a mug filled with seven-tenths of milk coffee in the other.

On the surrounding circular stepped spectator stands, warm and noisy cheers suddenly broke out, one wave higher than the other.

Reiner floated up expressionlessly, getting out of the slightly strange posture of sitting on the air chair.

At the other end of the wide field, which was about the size of two standard playgrounds, a young man with a frivolous face, wearing a branded casual outfit and no accessories looked up and down at the short Gothic skirt loli opposite, and unconsciously revealed a bit of contempt in his eyes.

"Team Seven is really getting more and more outrageous... Anyone can be praised as the 'strongest'." The young man said in a lazy tone.

"..." Reiner began to chew the sandwich in his mouth expressionlessly.

"It's a pity that this is the Scarlet Arena where one must die, otherwise, I can still let you go." The young man said regretfully, "After all, who didn't have a time when they were young and didn't know the height of the world?"

"What a pity." The young man sighed again.

"..." Lenari chewed his sandwich, his eyes turned to the audience, pointing directly at an inconspicuous position.

There, Vivian Grote was looking at her quietly, and after meeting her eyes, he smiled and waved to her.

Lenari swallowed the sandwich in his mouth and finally spoke.

She asked: "Are you still Vivian?"

Vivian Grote nodded and shook her head.

On the other side, the young man finally found that the Gothic skirt loli opposite him didn't take him seriously at all, and he was immediately a little angry: "A naughty child is a naughty child, you..."

What you, the young man didn't finish, and Lenari was not interested in knowing.

There was something sharp and hideous, growing in all the cavities in the young man's body, making him dare not move, sweating profusely.

Lenari floated to the edge of the venue closest to Vivian Grote and said to the young man with a gentle smile: "Do you know Vivian Grote?"

Vivian nodded: "Now I know... Lucia is drunk?"

"She ate some snow mushrooms, which is the mildest kind of 'intoxication magic'." Lenari said, and then asked, "What is the truth in your eyes now?"

"Heh!" Vincent, who looked exactly like Vivian, sneered in the seat next to Vivian and said in a vicious voice, "What other truth can there be? Illegal laboratory, clones!"

Lenari ignored Vincent and stared at Vivian persistently.

For her, who Vivian was and what she encountered was irrelevant. She knew Vivian from the beginning.

But Lucia was not.

Compared with Vivian, who she had been with for a short time, Lucia was more important to Lenari.

"Just like he said, illegal lab, clones." Vivian said calmly, "I was customized by someone, produced, and shipped out of the factory. Then, according to that person's will, I replaced Vivian Grote, took over the rumored office and became the owner of all other properties."

"When did it happen? Who was that person?" Lenari asked.

"Six years ago, when Lucia met me 'again' in her memory, it was when I replaced 'Vivian'." Vivian said, "As for who that person is..."

"Unfortunately, I don't know." Vivian replied, paused, and said, "However, the 'factory' that produced me is called 'Super Power Factory'."

"I have lived under illusions all my life, and I only know this much about the truth." Vivian said somewhat self-deprecatingly.

On the side, Vincent looked like he was wandering in the sky, and I don't know what he was thinking.

Lenari sighed silently.

As a fake person, one of the "false images" Vivian encountered, she had no right and no position to comfort him.

"Finally," Lenari said with some discomfort, "Are you still alive?"

"..." Vivian smiledHe pushed his glasses and said nothing.

Lenari understood.

She took a deep breath and asked, "How can I free you?"

Vivian shook her head: "What is imprisoned here is just a meaningless illusion. The real 'me' has been completely devoured by the Scarlet Arena and has become its nutrient."

"Look, the people next to me, except for Vincent who has something to do with you, are all like background NPCs." Vivian signaled Lenari to pay attention to the people sitting next to him.

Lenari had already noticed this, and when Vivian said this, she immediately realized the key: "Only the 'acquaintances' of the participants in the arena will be given temporary consciousness?"

"That's about it." Vivian nodded, "If you die here, your soul, body, and consciousness will be swallowed by the scarlet arena, leaving only an 'illusion' in the audience seats, and this 'illusion' will be 'activated' whenever someone who has an intersection with its 'real body' enters the arena..."

"'Entrapment'..." Lenari murmured.

"Yes." Vivian said, "So, don't be fooled by 'me'."

"Vivian Grote is dead."

...

It is rumored that there is an office, the living room upstairs.

When Lenari suddenly appeared, he was still in a "homely" style with a sandwich in one hand and a mug in the other.

Miles, who was pacing anxiously in the living room, was startled, and hurriedly went to meet him and asked with concern: "How is it? Are you injured anywhere?"

Lenary floated back to his previous seat and raised the things in his hands: "Do you think I look injured?"

"...Yes." Miles scratched his head, then straightened his expression, sat down opposite Lenary, and asked, "Who is the other party?"

"I don't know him." Lenary took a bite of the sandwich and said vaguely, "Because at least one person must die to end the Scarlet Gladiator, so I killed him."

"Good kill." Miles said a little coldly.

He himself has a strong sense of justice and is used to seeing life and death. He doesn't have any sympathy for this guy who sends a scarlet letter of challenge to a stranger for a false name.