Chapter 32 About Cards

"Let's make a deal."

X, who was yawning incessantly, spoke to the giant eyeball in the middle of the tree trunk.

"How about you shrink a little, and I just hug you?"

As he spoke, tears welled up from drowsiness and prolonged use of his eyes, blurring X's vision. Taking advantage of the brief moment when the supervisor's vision was obscured, the eyeballs on the "tree" all turned towards the young man who was barely looking at him through the liquid.

As if moved by the suggestion, the anomaly's actions violated the management rules that were almost etched into X's mind. Even while X was watching it, it began to gather branches on its own, and the soil where the anomaly was deeply rooted began to tremble and shake slightly.

The retracted "wings" slowly merged into the trunk, emitting a strange sound of flesh rubbing against flesh, interspersed with the dull thuds of pierced animal carcasses falling. In the end, all that remained before X was a tiny, miniature piercing paradise with only the trunk and an eyeball remaining.

Something seemed to flash through X's mind very quickly, yet nothing seemed to happen at all. The image of the anomaly made him feel like he had seen it somewhere before, but he couldn't recall any memories related to the mini anomaly.

Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. It's useless for me right now.

The black-haired youth dressed in pure white reached out his hand towards the "little tree," his hand, which was also pale and exposed under his cloak, seemed to be two incompatible layers with the dark red anomaly.

The slender branches belonging to the Piercing Paradise naturally wrapped around the young man's fingertips, climbing up his arm, and completely pulling out the only part that was rooted in the soil.

Magical trinket +1!

The dark red anomaly's main body was perched on X's head, like an ornament He gave to the employees in the company, only more complicated and larger than the normal "Piercing Ecstasy".

The difference was that He secretly left His large eyeball on the button of the youth's cloak, making it look like a uniquely shaped brooch made of thorns and fruit, so that the youth could see Him whenever he looked down.

X found a direction, wanting to leave the woods. The current temperature caused the animal carcasses, which had been left overnight, to emit a slightly putrid smell. The ground beneath his feet was also soaked in bright red, and bloodstains left dark red marks on the hem of his cloak.

X was just about to find a place to wash the hem of his cloak when he noticed that the bloodstains that should have dried on the straight cloak, which had come from his index finger, fell off without leaving a trace as he moved.

Wu, urban technology!

He reached up and touched the "crown" on his head, feeling its somewhat thick weight. He silently mourned for his neck in advance. There was a benefit to it, though; if it suddenly became heavier, it meant that Piercing Paradise was planning something.

This is really true; don't bow your head, or your crown will fall off.

He maintained his posture, glancing down, and saw a large eyeball making strange noises as it rolled around. Combined with the sound of the thorns on his head rubbing against each other, his sanity almost plummeted. Only after the eyeball was discovered did it obediently pretend to be a brooch.

Contrary to the young man's expectations, he made his way out with remarkable ease, without any of the problems he had anticipated, such as getting lost.

The restless sound of eyeballs came from near the collar again, so X simply pulled them up. The eyeballs were only connected to the main body by very thin veins along the cloak, and they were easily lifted up in front of X's eyes.

X simply held Him in his hand, keeping Him within his sight. He could already foresee what kind of weirdo he would be in other people's eyes—like an actor, like a madman, anything but a normal person.

With a soft thud, something fell onto the grass behind X. He turned around, still holding his hand up, and saw a dark gold card on the ground with a pattern resembling a carousel icon on the back.

Isn't this Xiaotang's card back? Isn't this a misinterpretation? Is this something a lobotomist should be seeing?

As the focus of his gaze shifted away from his eyes, a dark red, nerve-like tendril snaked down the pure white cloak, catching the card that had fallen to the ground and presenting it to the young man like a treasure.

"Thanks."

The young man reflexively thanked him and took the card. The red hue still clung to his fingertip. Seeing the young man looking at him with a puzzled expression, he reluctantly climbed back into his cloak.

Turning the card over, the governor's signature long hair comes into view—it really is Don Quixote!

This...this can't be right. Am I dreaming? Did I not time travel? Or am I actually wearing a clock right now? The young man subconsciously touched his head, only to find himself touching a slightly prickly amusement park.

Hmm, it wasn't a dream, so what exactly happened?

Seeing that the young man was staring at the card in his hand, his eyes starting to move restlessly, X had no choice but to put the card away. Just as he was rummaging through his pockets, the card he was holding in his other hand made a cracking sound like glass shattering.

The voice, which sounded like it was extracting personality, made X's heart jump. He didn't have an LCB Don Quixote here who listened to the manager, and there was no personality overwriting to do with him.

Don Quixote, who was studying this world-building chivalric novel with his daughter, watched helplessly as Sancho was enveloped in a blinding light. He reached out to pull it away, but the moment the white-haired vampire's hand touched the light, his hand was instantly charred black, just like a vampire in this world.

The anxious old father could only hear the sound of glass breaking before he lost all sense of his offspring, just as Sancho had completely disappeared from the world.

"By the way, Your Excellency must know what's going on!"

However, around noon, he was informed by the head of the disciplinary department and the secretary that his supervisor had returned to the company early. But the head of the department was sure she would find a way to contact his supervisor!

In his anxiety, he intended to knock on the door, but instead, he smashed the door open with a bang. The strong smell of tobacco flowed out through the hole, making Don Quixote, who did not smoke, almost unable to open his eyes.

Is the minister holding a barbecue with cigarettes? The smoke inside is almost at the level of a fire!

"What are you doing?"

The woman with long, dark red hair sat in the dimly lit room with the curtains drawn. Whether it was Don Quixote's imagination or not, she seemed more impatient than ever before, but she couldn't care less at this moment.

Sancho has disappeared!

He described the strange events that had just occurred to Carly, but Carly simply told him to wait and not to contact anyone; he just needed to wait.

On the other side, Cervantes also felt that his superpowers had returned to normal. His supportive side had returned, and his berserk humanoid superpowers had disappeared.

The red-haired youth's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained calm. He couldn't show any unusual behavior, since Lobotomy Corporation only needed Sancho Panza, and he was essentially a freebie, especially since there was also a foreigner here with a clear objective.

Angela gleaned a clue from Shakespeare's words: this flamboyant middle-aged man had definitely seen her before. Combined with the fact that her supervisor had disappeared somewhere, her heart suddenly calmed down. His soul still lingered in this world, only at a different time. That made things easier.

Perhaps she should have notified B in advance to activate the new clone? Once the supervisor's soul is captured, everything will return to normal.

The instant the shattering sound rang out, X's vision flashed with colorful specks like snowflakes, as if there was a bad signal connection. When his vision returned to normal, he saw a blood demon old woman who was at least two hundred years old standing in front of him (in other words, she lost her shoes).

Oh ho!

What was that screen flickering effect just now? Did Carmen exert force?

Sancho felt as if he were enveloped in a ball of light, unable to see anything clearly. When he finally stood on solid ground, he found that the manager, whom the blue-haired secretary had claimed had returned to the company, was dressed in white and wearing a strange crown, looking at him with a look of surprise and doubt.

"Manager?"

Isn't that right? Why would she think I'm a manager? He should be portrayed as X right now, completely different from Dante.

The blonde-haired "girl" was even more confused. The manager had said goodnight to her and her father before going to bed last night, so why was he looking at her like she was some kind of alien who shouldn't be there?

Come to think of it, isn't that thing on his head actually part of an anomaly? That eyeball is even moving around. Could it be that the administrator is actually being influenced by the anomaly?

Seeing Sancho approaching him menacingly, a faint phantom of a weapon formed from solidified blood appearing in his hand, X knew things were about to go wrong and quickly called for a stop:

"You know me?"

Sancho paused, his voice trembling as he blurted out in a Don Quixote-like tone, "Master Administrator, have you lost your memory again?!"

Do you remember my father?

"Didn't you kill him?" X answered instinctively.

Oh, I just blurted that. Only Dante knows this; X shouldn't know.

I thought Sancho would give me a "I'll see if you keep pretending" look, but to my surprise, her expression suddenly turned serious. "You're saying I killed my father? And then? Is that all you remember?"

Wasn't he the one you killed and then taken away by P Company? Do you remember anything else?

“You have amnesia,” Sancho said definitively.

In fact, she did kill her father, but the father in the Mirror World version came with X, so how could he forget his employee? Moreover, judging from the manager's appearance, he was clearly unaware of his amnesia.

"So, how did you recognize me?"

X put the eyeball he was holding back on his cloak and joined Sancho in searching for inhabited areas.

"It was you who led my father to find me when I had lost my mind."

Finally, they arrived at the edge of a small town in the countryside.

Sancho was wearing a very ordinary suit, and looked more like a normal person than X, who looked like he had stepped out of a theater.

The petite, blonde blood demon knocked on the gate of a house on the edge of town in place of her master.