The Sinful Blood Witch in Another World

Dreams are the medium between fantasy and reality.

It is the ocean of human spirit.

The people among them turned into fallen leaves and ships, they were so tiny.

My child, will you choose to sleep or wake up?

The human instinct is fear.

What choice would you make?

Should we sink into it, or rise up to resist?

In his dazed state, Lime heard a strange and ethereal inquiry, which seemed both a question and a warning.

Dreams and spiritual will will always be the best proof of human existence in the world and a symbol of eternity.

What do I exist for?

I’m so tired...really tired.

The overwhelming feeling of fatigue washed away the lime like a surging river.

In a trance, the accumulated pressure and despair burst out at this moment.

The suffocating despair made her want to give up at this moment and really want to fall into a deep sleep.

Why yourself?

Why yourself?

Why do I have to go through all this myself?

All kinds of questions filled my mind, like thick ink spilled on rice paper. The more I wiped it, the messier it became, and the more messy it became, the more I wiped it.

It seems like I'm stuck in some kind of dead loop.

The invasion of spiritual power by the Old Ones and the pollution of the world constantly weigh on Lime's shoulders.

If I don't do it myself, can anyone really save the world?

Or am I just a temporary visitor to this world?

In the dim light, Lime's dream world changed.

The originally dark dream world was filled with starlight, and a bright moon hung in the night sky.

The surging sea water gushed out from the front, forming an endless black sea in a blink of an eye, constantly washing away countless figures.

Those figures could not hold on for long and all disappeared in the sea of ​​stars.

Is this... the long river of time?

Shihui was full of doubts, and she could only watch this small galaxy from a God's perspective.

The river, which seems less than ten meters wide, seems to be endless.

"Is it really that important?" A black figure in the galaxy spoke softly.

"It's nothing more than a journey, and there is death."

The black figure continued to move forward, letting the galaxy wash under his feet.

The stars returned to their positions, and countless indescribable creatures looked out from the void, their bizarre whispers extremely harsh.

Although he was viewing the world from a God's perspective, he felt that the world was distorted and had a splitting headache.

The figures under the starry sky were also struggling, panicking, confused, and crazy.

Countless strange black arms stretched out from the water and grabbed these figures tightly.

And they can only be swallowed up by this galaxy.

Hui found himself getting closer and closer to these figures, and the originally blurry outlines began to emerge.

These people above the galaxy are 'me'?!

To be precise, he looks the same as me, but his hair color, expression and demeanor are different. It's like they are two completely different people.

The only thing that is consistent is their facial features.

Are these all me?

Shihui was full of doubts, but no one came to give her an answer.

These figures kept walking towards the end of the galaxy, but no one reached the end, and eventually all of them became a dream bubble in the galaxy.

Those who were washed down or fell behind were all swallowed up by the indescribable things in the void. They had no chance to struggle and could only allow themselves to be sucked into "hell".

And in such a strange situation, the black figure still walked forward silently.

I don’t know how long I walked or how far I walked.

She continued to move forward like a machine.

Who is that?

Shihui was shocked by the scene before him, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

But where is that figure?

He allowed himself to be grabbed by countless hands of sin and terror, and walked forward with an expressionless face.

'Perhaps, you will be the only variable.'

? !

Lime's pupils shrank sharply.

The only variable?

Are you referring to me?

Or is it referring to the figure in front of you?

With such doubts, Shihui continued to approach the black figure.

As she got closer, she could feel the strangeness of this galaxy, and there were countless hands blocking her in the black sea below.

There is also this strange galaxy that impacts the will and spirit.

In this situation, lime could only hold on to avoid being washed away and kept approaching the black figure.

She wanted to see who that figure was.

Is it another self who looks like me, or another person?

With this thought in mind, Shi Hui got closer and closer to the black figure, and the endless palms and galaxies below seemed to weaken.

very close!

very close!

Just a little bit closer!

With this persistence, Shihui finally caught up with the black figure.

However, when she came behind the black shadow, the whole world changed in an instant. When she opened her eyes again, the black shadow in front of her had disappeared, and she was left walking alone.

Shihui was puzzled. She looked down and found herself wearing a black long skirt and moving towards the galaxy.

Could it be me?!

Is that dark figure me?!

She was filled with questions.

Is it that the dream is confusing and unbelievable, or is it that the person walking alone is me?

Which generation are you from?

Or is this the River of Samsara, and those figures are my past lives?

With this strange idea in mind, Lime continued to move forward. He didn't know how long he had walked, but still didn't reach the end.

But she seemed to have shut off all her emotions and only knew how to move forward.

"Are you a star or a moon?"

"Is it a visitor from a foreign land, or a flower that has been sleeping forever?"

Suddenly, a voice that was gentle to the core came from the end of the galaxy, and her question was full of kindness and love.

Shihui was a little dazed, as if his heart was touched.

“I…I am…”

“I am a wandering star...a flower in a foreign land..."

Why do you say that?!

Shihui was in disbelief and didn't understand why he just blurted out the words without even thinking.

He just said it so casually and easily.

The voice laughed like a lark and continued to ask, "So kind star, can you tell me if you have ever seen the light?"

"Yes."

The mysterious girl sighed: "Ah, that's great, it really makes me feel at ease."

"Knowing this, all the slanders we've suffered aren't completely meaningless."

“Even in the darkest night, I can see the moon.”

“It is a beacon in the darkness and a guide.”

Shihui listened quietly, although he didn't quite understand what the other party said and was very confused.

But I always feel that I will use it in the future, or now, and it will be very useful.

"I'm sorry for pulling you here so suddenly and making you say a bunch of nonsense."

"But remember, the wandering stars will also become the moon."

"Well, goodbye, kind flower. I hope you can still find your own meaning after you wake up."

As the last voice fell, De Shili, who was in a coma, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes, which were originally as black as obsidian, were like the night sky with shining stars.