Chapter 68 I had a dream

Bertrand tilted his head and looked at the exquisite specimen. After a moment of contemplation, he suddenly picked up the pair of green cat eyes that Behringer had given him.

He held up the glass jar, bringing the floating eyeballs inside close to the face of the exquisite specimen. He observed it with one eye closed, and then his eyes lit up.

"Wow! It looks perfect!"

After finishing the cat's eye, Bertrand pressed a button next to the glass dome, bouncing around.

After the glass cover was opened, he was also raised by the platform, allowing him to easily touch the specimen's face while seated.

After putting the glasses on her, Bertrand reached out and touched the back of her neck, then pressed a button.

Then, she blinked gently, a smile appearing on her delicate face. She even began to dance, her red lips parting slightly to utter a soft voice, yet her gentle singing voice was tinged with an eeriness.

"...

A blank world, unpainted.

All that's left is to languish and struggle against the old rules.

Roses gifted from a spacetime rift

Petals wither and extinguish the radiance

Dawn's love is as sinful as the night's.

Starlight Stagnated, Hidden, and Broken

..."

Looking at the lifelike doll, which was almost indistinguishable from a real person except for its inability to speak, Bertrand nodded with great satisfaction, his little hands on his hips.

After pressing another button on the back of her neck, he closed the glass cover.

Then, in high spirits, they went to process the other specimens.

...

In the hospital, Behringer silently cast an illusion spell on Mori before opening the window and jumping inside.

She floated to Qianzhu's bedside, looked at his pale face, and a pang of self-pity flashed in her purple eyes.

How pitiful he is, still sickly even after coming to the new world.

This dog has a world consciousness!

Ah tui!

After smoothing the hair on Qianzhu's forehead and tucking the blanket around him, Behefinger rested his head on his hands and quietly watched himself for hours.

It wasn't until dawn that he reluctantly climbed out the window and left, making sure to dispel the illusion he had cast on Mori before he did.

Not long after he left, Qianzhu woke up in her hospital bed, her amber eyes now empty and unfocused.

[Lord Host! ]

01, who had been nestled next to his cheek, called out worriedly.

Qianzhu blinked, her pupils refocusing.

"Um?"

[Host, are you alright?]

"I'm fine, don't worry."

After removing the oxygen mask, Qianzhu slowly sat up and leaned against the headboard.

Chizuru glanced at Mori, who was already asleep beside her, raised her hand to rub her temples, then turned her head to look out the window, her eyes becoming unfocused and vacant.

He had a dream.

He dreamed of 'Thousand Fields and Thousand Bamboos'.

It seems he was very young then, around two or three years old.

The family of three lives abroad, leading a simple and warm life every day.

But one night, he heard his parents arguing and other things colliding in his sleep. When he went out of his room to check,

He saw that the living room was covered in red water.

Being so young, he didn't know that those things were called blood.

All he knew was that his parents had fallen into the red water, their bodies covered in that color, huddled together, and no matter how he called out to them, they wouldn't respond.

He stayed beside his parents' gradually cooling bodies until dawn, until a neighbor noticed something was wrong and discovered him.

"..."

Qianzhu remained unmoved.

She looks just like him.

No wonder he became Chino Chizuru's body even though it didn't match his soul.