Welcome to the Nightmare Games Book 2

The sudden problems of the prophet made Qile people hold back and inherit the land of dusk? Is it like Aya inheriting the underground Ant City?

"... Why choose me? My source is not time." Qi Leren said.

"It is my wording that is wrong, it should be said to inherit a part of the Twilight Home." The Prophet laughed. "I have been studying the inheritance in the field for so many years. The inheritance method like Queen Dragon Ant is not suitable for the Twilight Home, Holy See. It ’s not the same way. I thought about it for a long time. Until a few years ago, I had a new idea. "

"In fact, it was also the inspiration given to the Demon Lord. When he was crowned, he merged his realm with the demon realm and gained unprecedented strength. So after his death, the devil realm did not collapse, but he used his three One-half of the demon crystal has survived, waiting for a new heir. The Devil of Power has been looking for opportunities to steal this field, but so far, her dream is only a dream. The integration of the homeland and the world has been going on all these years. If, ten years ago, I would be able to relocate the Twilight Land from this coast to another corner of the world, but this is no longer the case. It is already an integral part of the world. "The Prophet watched quietly At sunset, the smile on the corner of his mouth made his face softly rendered by the sunset. "My vision is to support the hometown of dusk with three different original forces."

"What strength to support?" Qi Leren asked.

"Change, freeze, and rebirth." The Prophet said, "You should have seen the half-realm of the illusionist. He can change everything in the half-realm at will. Creating illusions and visual illusions is his specialty."

Qi Leren nodded. He did see it. When he was training at Chen Baiqi's house, he opened a door. What he saw was not the living room, but a ten-meter-high Tyrannosaurus resounding at him ... ...

"Si Yi has rarely shot since he took over as acting chief executive officer of the Tribunal. His half-field is a world of ice and snow. Now he maintains the world of ice and snow beneath the courthouse. Since ... I was injured." The Prophet Youyou Road.

"Are you injured? When did it happen?" Qi Leren looked at him anxiously.

"That was a long time ago." The prophet put his hand on his chest as if touching a non-existent necklace. "Stop that. Musical, now I want to ask you, would you like it?"

Qi Leren couldn't answer, and the worry in his heart made him ask the most concerned question: "If I inherit a part of the Twilight Village, can I help Ning Zhou?"

The Prophet chuckled: "You can throw him into the ice pond and freeze it before he goes mad."

"No kidding, can you separate him from the source of destruction?" Qi Leren asked.

The prophet looked at him quietly, with divine mercy and helplessness flowing in his dark brown eyes: "If it can be done, why don't I do it now?"

Qi Leren asked suddenly, "What's the point of inheriting the land of dusk?"

"Anyway, it's not bad for you. Wait until your own original power is strong enough to condense the realm, and the evening town is part of you," said the prophet.

"But it also comes at a price," Qi Leren asked.

"Of course, you will gradually forget a lot of things. The original human desire gradually faded from your heart, leaving only what you are most attached to ..." said the prophet.

Qi Leren was silent for a long time.

The sunset lingered near the horizon, and it did not fall for a long time. The entire beach and the sea were golden, beautiful and gorgeous, but empty. The two of them were like ghosts wandering in the last days, and in a stagnant time illusioned that they had reached the other side of eternal life.

"Why did you choose me?" For a long time, Qi Leren asked such a question.

"Probably because I saw your soul." Said the Prophet.

"Does my soul look ... especially ... er, innocent?" Qi Leren said, feeling the word a bit nasty and paused uncomfortably.

The prophet shook his head: "Only children who have never experienced the sufferings of the world and who do not know the hardships of the world will have a pure soul. Untested goodness is precious, but it is not worthy of praise. Music, you It ’s not like that. "

Qi Leren felt a little curious: "What is it like?"

The prophet looked at him, but his eyes seemed to see the depth of his soul through his skin: "Your soul is crumbling. It is a soul full of cracks, which will always break. But it is neither broken nor degraded. , But to bravely break through obstacles and become stronger, which is already praiseworthy. "

Qi Leren stunned, just listening to the prophet and continuing to say: "At the beginning I told you not to use SL Dafa anymore, it is also because this skill has been overdrawing your soul, and you have already felt it."

Qi Leren nodded silently.

"But you are fortunate enough to break through every time you are on the verge of fragmentation. Now your semi-realm has condensed. Although it is still fragile, it has earned you time." The Prophet said.

Qi Leren touched his forehead. Every time when he woke up from a nightmare, the exhaustion from the soul hinted at him, but sometimes he had to drink to quench his thirst.

"Leren, you have very beautiful eyes. Your eyes looking at this world are gentle, you love this world. So I chose you. What is your answer?" The Prophet asked.

Qi Leren could not answer.

Inheriting the hometown of dusk is a shortcut that ordinary people dream of, just like Aya, who inherited the underground ant city, leapt to the realm level instantly. With such a realm, he can at least persist for ten years in the increasingly difficult monthly mandatory tasks. .

A field, this is a field!

But such gifts come at a price.

"How much do you remember before?" Qi Leren asked him.

"I ca n’t remember things before I came to the nightmare world, and the things before the achievement field. At first, it was not so serious, but some accidents happened later ... My power began to run out of control frequently, and I spent more than half I slept in the ice pond, slowing down the time that elapsed on my body. The cage of this time protected me, and also protected the land of dusk, otherwise even me, I have been killed by a forced task. I have never cared, I didn't care about this until one day, when I woke up from the ice pond, I couldn't even remember my name. "The prophet looked at the sunset, a hint of serenity came out," No one knows anymore, from From the time I set up the hometown of dusk, they called me a "prophet", and no one knew my real name, including myself. "

Everything about him no longer belongs to him, even the name.

When everyone started to call him a prophet, he was no longer destined to be the young boy who would beg him to live in the garden of the Holy Sepulchre to take him to the underground Ant City.

A young man who was thinking of following the current, was pushed by fate to the shore of this dusk, and a shelter for humanity was established. Since that day, he is no longer solely responsible for his own life. He has an extraordinary mission and is destined to lose himself for this responsibility.

He even forgot his name.

At this moment, Qi Leren seemed to be under some kind of inspiration. He blurted out and said, "Zheng Nanxing, your name is Zheng Nanxing."

This familiar and unfamiliar name made the prophet suddenly look at him, and his miserable eyes made him look like the boy of that year.

"I happened to be in a memory of the world will when I was in Ant City underground, and saw the first time when Maria saw you for the first time." Qi Leren said.

The prophet murmured his name and asked, "What kind of scene?"

"It was in the Garden of the Holy Sepulchre, you found Maria and asked her to take you to the underground Ant City. At that time you introduced your name, I keep remembering." Qi Leren said.

He suddenly had an inexplicable feeling, as if someone had arranged it all in the underworld, allowing him to see the past history, witnessing the separation between Maria and the Devil, and learning that he had forgotten his name Person's name.

"Zheng Nanxing ... I originally called this name." The prophet read it solemnly, and suddenly smiled, "this is my name."

Qi Leren was sad.

The Prophet did so much for people living in this field, but what did he get for himself?

He even forgot his name.

"Do you ... think it's all worth it? Do you regret it?" Qi Leren asked.

"Of course it is worth it," said the prophet with a smile, "but I will also regret it."

This contradictory answer puzzled Qi Leren, but the prophet did not answer it for him anymore. He quietly looked at Qi Leren, waiting for his final answer.

Secret darkness and selfishness prevailed at this moment. Qi Leren stopped talking, and finally dared to say, "Prophet, I ..."

"You don't want to," said the prophet softly, seeing through him.

"Yes, I don't want to. If the price of strength is that I gradually lose myself and forget the person I love, then I lose my original intention of working hard. Sorry, there is a man in my heart who can't let go. I can't lose him. "Qi Leren said.

The prophet looked at him with quiet eyes: "So you have to give up love for this world for the love of one person?"

The blue eyes of Ning Zhou emerged from Qi Leren's mind. The infinite love and tenderness overflowed his heart, making him unable to hold more.

So he said, "Yes, I love him more than I love this world."

His heart is too narrow to fit such a big world, and he can't protect so many people, he just wants to protect one person.

He is that person's world.