Operation Red Book

"Hu, hu, hu..."

In a daze, Joshua struggled to open his eyes.

The dazzling sunlight broke into the field of vision, burning my sensitive and fragile eyeballs.

The noise from the street drove away the tinnitus that had lingered for a long time.

Joshua took a deep breath, straightened his body, and tried to adapt to the world after waking up.

It was still the familiar Johns newspaper, and Joshua was still lying in the same position, without moving at all.

Compared to that world full of bugs, the scene here is much more comfortable.

Joshua was not sure whether he had woken up in reality. The bottomless chasm in the center of the newspaper office had disappeared, but the shattered wall clock on the ground showed the reality of the battle.

"what……"

Joshua groaned as he felt a sudden cramp in his abdomen and had to curl up his body.

A look of pain instantly spread across Joshua's facial features. His brows were tightly furrowed, and the ravine-like wrinkles blocked the drops of sweat that flowed down his forehead.

In extreme pain, fragmented memory fragments flooded into his mind like a tide.

"I remember that witch's eyes fell like wax drops..."

In the previous world, the witch's face began to melt rapidly after Joshua told the truth.

First the eyes, then the nose, then the lips, and finally the entire head.

Not only the witch's head, but also her body and even the surrounding environment began to slowly change shape with her changes.

The whole world is like an ice cream placed under the scorching sun, gradually being swallowed by darkness.

The witch let out an unwilling roar. At that time, half of her body was missing, like a half-melted white candle.

"Witch...wand...the wand..."

In the few seconds before he fell into darkness, Joshua saw a human-sized wand appear out of thin air in the witch's hand.

The magic wand was golden all over, with several branches extending from the top, holding up a palm-sized purple crystal ball.

The crystal ball emitted a soft light in the dim environment, with several dazzling golden light beams lingering around the amethyst.

At that time, Joshua was dazzled by the bright amethyst and couldn't open his eyes, but he didn't want to close his eyes. Now thinking about it, he must have been deeply attracted by the magic.

Then there was a sound like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, scurrying around in the darkness. The witch must have cast an unknown spell.

"What an ugly language. She chanted some kind of spell, like Parseltongue. It was very evil, so evil that it made me tremble all over..."

The last memory remained on the golden and purple beams of light.

The world before my eyes was illuminated by countless golden lights, which lasted less than a second before suddenly ending.

As his consciousness gradually faded, Joshua was also eroded by endless darkness.

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on my side on the cold floor.

As the sweat gradually dripped away, Joshua's limbs suddenly lost strength, his knees went weak, and then he fell heavily to the ground.

His face was pale and his chest heaved violently. The air around him suddenly became extremely scarce, and every breath made his lungs hurt.

“Hu…Hu…Ah…”

It wasn't just a problem with the limbs and breathing. All the muscles in the body felt like they had been sucked dry by a vacuum cleaner, becoming soft and without any feeling.

The feeling of powerlessness and loss came over him again, and Joshua fell forward uncontrollably.

The floor hit his chin hard, leaving a large bruise on the lower half of his fair face.