Male Succubus Apocalypse

Clusters of bright red flowers bloomed in the darkness, then quickly withered and disappeared.

But these flashing reds are not static, they are surging, sometimes blurry, sometimes clear, with no fixed position difference, as if there is a vast ocean all around, with the swirling waves making the tiny red leaves rise and fall at will, making it impossible to judge where the edges are and losing the definite sense of space.

It was like looking directly into the liquid sky filled with stars, boundless and with an oppressive feeling as if being submerged by the surging sea.

"La la la~"

This was the first scene that came into view as March passed through the pale high wall unhindered, but before he had time to think further about it, an unexpected incident occurred.

He subconsciously thought that there would be a cliff or a wider environment outside the maze, but it was definitely a larger space.

But he didn't expect that as soon as he came out, he was a little dazed by the new environment in front of him, and then he saw that there was only a small white platform about three meters wide and seven or eight meters long under him. The small platform could not hold his big steps forward excitedly. He would reach the edge in two or three steps, and even "leave the warehouse" in a daze.

I can only give up my judgment of the new place and solve this small crisis first.

Seeing that he was about to fall off the platform due to inertia, March braked instinctively - the spiritual world is complicated, and he had just suffered some damage, so March was just struggling to get through the high wall because he had no other choice.

Now there is an area that seems to be a transition area and where he can rest, which is better than rushing into an unknown new area blindly - he has no idea what the hell is under the platform, and a "maze" almost stopped him. He has to be extremely cautious, and the "red and black" color scheme symbolizes danger.

Although at present, it is worth being happy that it seems that because I have walked out of the high wall, the "mindfulness spiritual flow" has completely disappeared, and no new spiritual flow has surged up, as if I have come to a safe "no-flow zone".

But when he thought of what Krolitz had said, that he could help him share the "pressure", he began to become a little reckless. Because he was used to taking action immediately after thinking of something, and after being tortured by the "positive mental flow", March always had the urge to "turn on the microphone! Speak!" - Krolitz did nothing.

I always feel that he was "coaxed" in. Even for him personally, dying in "Brother Heng's" spiritual world is not a big deal compared to being able to explore "Brother Heng's" spiritual world - it's just that "Brother Heng" will be very sad.

In order to avoid "out of the warehouse", March's body suddenly lost balance by moving and stopping, and he sat down with one butt. However, this increased the contact area with the platform and slowed down the speed brought by inertia, so he simply lay down.

However, by the time these emergency measures were taken, Machi had unfortunately "fallen" to the edge of the white platform.

After his lower body was already suspended in the air, Ma Qi managed to cling to the platform, even pressing his face against it to increase the friction, allowing himself to barely stop. The only part of him that was still on the platform was the part above his chest, and the edges and corners were bumping against him, making him a little breathless - was it necessary for that madman to exaggerate the physical sensation so realistically?

As an explorer, you are passive here. Without the authority granted by the explored world, it is impossible to perform actions such as climbing walls and running on rooftops. You have to conform to the rules of the spiritual world.

Therefore, it can be inferred that the rules of Xu Heng's world are more physical in nature, but even so, for the explorer's physical perception, it can actually be changed - because the explorer only enters spiritually, so March blames Krolitz for giving him too real a physical sensation.

The incident happened suddenly, but he managed to hold on. Machi was just taking a breath and trying to slowly move his body and climb up - because of the maze, he was in a very tired state, which was reflected in a certain decline in the motor function of his entity in the spiritual world.

Then I heard a child's voice coming from very close below: "La la la ~ Eh? Such long legs, ha ha ha, swaying so much."

Young and naive.

Why are there children talking here?

Could it be! This is Brother Heng’s “self” on this level? But…but why is it at the bottom?

Panting and feeling very tired, but the target he had been looking for for so long seemed to have finally appeared. Machi became excited, gritted his teeth, and exerted force with his face and hands, clinging to the white platform desperately. After a few strong efforts, he twisted himself onto the platform like a maggot.

If I had touched the high wall earlier, or had been bolder and smashed the wall, I could have come directly over. It would have been very easy. It was all because of that madman's harsh words!

After March resolved the danger of Oolong and got a new hairstyle without any effort, he began to condemn Krollitz in his heart because he was unwilling to admit his "stupidity".

"Ha-ha-ha-" Turning over, Machi felt that his face seemed to be flatter. He breathed deeply. Not wanting to rest any more, he sat up immediately and lay down on the edge of the platform. He stuck his head out to see if there was a "height working child" hanging below the platform.

Just before he looked into the camera's eyes, a strong sense of crisis erupted in his mind like a flood, but this intuition came too late. He braked the first time because he saw potential danger, but this time, there was no danger.

The desperate and sad wails, as well as the howling of suppressed anger, the huge "negative mental flow" that was completely opposite to the one in the maze and was extremely fragmented, almost transformed into an intangible physical sensation - hearing, which constantly impacted and tore apart Machi's sanity.

It's like having a ripple oscillator placed in your brain, silent but with a similarly painful effect as having your brain split by sound waves.

"Mr. Long Legs, don't keep looking at him. Xiao Hei will be unhappy." Suddenly, a breeze that seemed to be able to clear away all the turbidity rushed into Machi's mind, whose expression was already distorted and he was concentrating on resisting the "spiritual flow" that suddenly rushed out.

Miraculously, the soft and tender voice of the child weakened the false auditory hallucinations that were forced to be imagined due to overly aggressive emotions.

As a result, the "negative mental flow" gradually receded, allowing Machi to regain some focus.

Just now, after seeing something unknown, Machi instantly lost his vision and consciousness. He only knew that he had seen something, which was why he was hit so hard, but he didn't even see clearly what it was...

Then you can’t watch it!

I quickly turned my head and looked inside the platform. This time, it was another extremely contrasting feeling. I felt an inexplicable sense of "calmness and serenity", even "happiness". This was different from the strong "positive flow" in the pale maze. It was a feeling of warmth and nourishment.

This perception phenomenon made March think of the second rule mentioned by Krolitz, which he could understand before but had no concrete feelings and experience: "Everything you see in the spiritual world is the spiritual flow, so you will first intertwine with the spiritual flow before it can be concrete, so don't rely on using 'vision' to judge others in their spiritual world."

In other words, the mental flow is actually one step ahead of the so-called simulated five senses.

But Machi didn't understand why the action of "looking" would trigger the impact of mental flow, which was completely different from the mental wash brought by the maze at all times.

Following the warm spiritual feeling, March gradually saw the source - it was a white canvas hammock, and on the hammock, sat a child with white skin and white short-sleeved pants, short hair, and white skin, twisting his waist, shaking his legs, and swinging in the hammock. In his hand, he was holding a white thing, which seemed to be a large square composed of small squares, and he was twisting it very attentively.

This big square was something March had never seen before. It could constantly change its shape to a certain degree according to the child's movements. Although it remained a square no matter how it changed, it still felt very novel to him.

And if this spiritual level is more physical, then the thing that this white child is holding may also be made in the real world. This is also related to Xu Heng's self. Machi really wants to study it.

Well, he has already confirmed that the child in front of him is a part of Xu Heng’s “self”, the most superficial “self”.

So, is it because of looking directly at the "self" that the mental shock comes? If so, what is below...? Can there be such a big difference in the "self" on the same level?

Krolitz did not give March a very clear answer as to whether there could be multiple selves, and he did not ask the question at the beginning. After all, in his opinion, there could only be one "self".

From the angle of the probe, Machi could only see the child's profile - white and tender, with some chubby baby fat, and the facial features were not fully developed, with a kind of natural cuteness of a toddler.

It’s just that expression that doesn’t look like a child at all, the indifferent and calm expression, as well as the previous tone, and some similar eyebrows, all have that person’s temperament and flavor.

Ma Qi had seen Xu Heng when he was a child, but his memory had long been vague. He did not have the same understanding of Xu Heng as he does now, and he did not care much about it. In addition, Xu Heng's face was in the nest, so he really had no memory of him at all, only an impression of "mediocre".

But now, Ma Qi often regrets not being able to recall Xu Heng's childhood appearance, because this may greatly help him understand Xu Heng's behavior through changes.

So in a place like this, being able to look back, March finds it very interesting and precious, although it may not be the same as it was at the beginning.

A little Xu Heng, a mature child.

"Heng...Brother Heng? Is that you?" Machi couldn't suppress his surging emotions and asked. What's dangerous or not? Just go aside for now.

"Who is Brother Heng? You've got the wrong person. Besides, I'm so small, how can I be a brother to a man like you with long legs?... My name is Xiaobai, because I think I'm very white." Xiao Xiao Heng stopped what he was doing and stopped rocking the cot. He turned his head, frowned, and looked at Machi with contempt, as if to say, "Are you an idiot?"

This look, this little expression, this little face, made Machi laugh. This is not often seen on the real Xu Heng's face. No, it is impossible to see it under normal circumstances. This is a limited edition illustrated album of Xu Heng's childhood.

"...Oh, hello...hello, Xiaobai, what are you doing down there?" Machi asked with a kind smile.

And how did it get into the hammock? The hammock itself was strange, but it was a spiritual world, so March just ignored most of the unreasonable things.

"Hello... I'm playing with Xiao Hei. What are you doing on those long legs? And how did you find this place?" Xiao Xiaoheng answered politely, with his little brows still furrowed, and asked back.

"Hey... Actually, I'm here to have fun too. I came here specifically from other places." Machi thought for a moment and said.

"Is that so? Haha, so there are other places. You really have long legs to be able to walk here from other places... Since you come here to play, then wait for me. I'll go upstairs to find you now. I haven't seen new friends for a long time." The frowned brows relaxed at once, and Xiao Xiaoheng smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Wait, aren't you afraid that I'm lying to you?"

"Lie to me? ... Um, what is 'lie'? Is it the petals of flowers? Do you want to give me flowers? Xiaobai likes flowers~ Hehe."

It is inexplicable, both in terms of logic and common sense, but it is consistent with the outward image of this "self".

Looking at Xiao Xiaoheng's innocent and carefree smile, Ma Qi gave up the next sentence he had prepared to test him: "Aren't you afraid that I'm actually a bad guy?"

This is good, trust others, Brother Heng without any worries.

Subconsciously, Machi tested him with the same mentality as he usually did when facing Dada Heng, but then he realized from the other party's words that this was "Xiaoxiao Heng".

"I... I don't have flowers, but do you really like flowers?" March asked again.

"No, but I like anything given by friends. It's a token of your love, isn't it?" Xiaobai stood up on the hammock and put the gadget in his hand into his mysteriously sized trouser pocket - it just fits it anyway.

As he spoke, he gently pulled the other side of the hammock, and it loosened. Under March's panicked eyes, he pulled it down with both hands, and it became a "rope"-like hammock.

Then she exerted force from her waist and shouted happily, "Ahhh! Tarzan is coming!" and swung on a hammock to the edge of the white platform. Then she jumped away, looked at each other, and leaped towards March.

"You!" Machi was shocked, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly reached out to grab Xiaobai. Xiaobai, as if he had expected it, naturally grabbed his palms with his two little hands.

"Aerial relay ~ Wuhu! What a good understanding! Haha!" Xiaobai said excitedly, grabbing Machi's hand, still in mid-air, swaying.

"Xiaobai! Don't move! I'll pull you up now!" Ma Qi didn't expect that Xiao Xiaoheng was so naughty and had such mobility. He was indeed in his home court. However, it was too risky. What if he didn't lend a hand?

"Come on! Come on!" Xiaobai shouted, and stopped shaking. But as Machi pulled him, he used his hands and feet to start climbing up Machi's hand.

After Machi hurriedly pulled him up - Xiaobai was very light, like a piece of paper - Xiaobai had already hugged Machi's entire hand like a koala: "Not only are your legs long, but your arms are also long... Wow, you are quite big, although a little less hot than Xiaohei."

Seeing his hand raised horizontally, and then changed from hugging to hanging and swinging, completely treating his hand as a new toy, and looking at the child who was talking to him with great surprise, Machi smiled helplessly and dotingly and asked, "Xiaobai, if I don't come, will you have to stay in that hammock forever?"

"Yes, but it doesn't matter. Xiao Hei can't come up from down there. I can't let him be alone. I want to accompany him and let him see me all the time."