Open your eyes

The player, Memory Master, woke up from a 108-square-meter European-style bed.

After she woke up, she searched the entire bedroom and after some effort, she found a novel with only two chapters in the toilet tank.

The second chapter of the novel was called The Villain's Death. She could tell it was her own handwriting, but it was quite messy. It began:

[You are about to be killed, so this chapter is written very hastily, just make do with it.

When you see the second chapter, you have died three times. The mastermind behind the game is Sujek, but Sujek is definitely not his real name. He will be called lover below.

The lover's superpower is to force the victim to fall in love with him and create unrealistic fantasies. It is speculated that his ability will increase with the love of the victim, and he can even turn fantasies into reality.

Yes, you are in a reality made from Sumali's fantasy. The lover's ability is enhanced by her love to the point where he can change the rules.

I don’t know what was changed in the first rule, but after the second rule was changed, the judgment of “three chances of failure” was taken away from Sumali by your lover, and he controlled your life and death.

Your lover, you reason, will change the third rule and take death away from you, forcing you to either love him or hate him, providing him with emotional energy.

You are not without a single thing, you have one huge advantage: your lover thought he had killed you before you wrote the second chapter, and he has no idea that you know all these secrets.

The truth is our common pursuit. You who are going to die pay tribute to you who have already died!】

It seems that this passage was written before he was killed by his lover. The illusionist saw the third rule that was changed.

3. The villain is immortal and will not die after her failure, unless she can be cleansed and fall in love with the prince.

The illusionist dressed neatly and pretended to know nothing about the truth and went downstairs to have breakfast.

In the restaurant, she saw a family whose intestinal flora was even more chaotic than hers.

This time she went downstairs late, and the two brothers had already started to quarrel with each other, mocking Su Mali more viciously than the other.

The Memory Master racked his brains and thought hard, but couldn't find any words more vicious than these.

Fortunately, the master spoke in time: "Eat quickly and prepare for the dinner."

Only then did everyone quiet down.

After breakfast, her lover disappeared, and the illusionist breathed a sigh of relief. She ran to Sumali's bedroom, where Sumali was knitting.

"What are you knitting?"

Sumali was so scared that she dropped the knitting needles in her hand.

The Memory Master reflected on it and felt that his tone was too gentle.

As the saying goes, you can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth. She changed her tone: "Hey, I'm asking you a question, what are you doing?"

"I'm knitting a sweater for Jack." Sumali looked like a little white rabbit, with slightly red eyes.

The little white rabbit huddled in the corner of the sofa. The illusionist really didn't know what to talk about, and the two of them maintained a delicate silence.

Until Sumali spoke first: "Sister, do you think I am in love and look down on me?"

"No, because I love Sue Jack, too."

"I knew no one would tell me the truth." Sumali said in a low voice.

The Memory Master decided to tell the truth, since he wouldn't die if he told the truth now:

"I really don't look down on you. I think you are very courageous. Pursuing emotional satisfaction is actually a human instinct, but I don't know when people regarded this instinct as cheap and useless."

“Being loved and giving love are never useless. They are your needs for self-realization, which are far more advanced than the pursuit of career and money.”

"High-class..." Su Mali repeated, "This is the first time someone has used these two words to describe me. Thank you."

"Will you give up living just because you fall in love with someone?" Su Mali asked softly.

The illusionist was reluctant to answer this question. She thought Sumali also knew her answer, and the two returned to the subtle silence.

Until Sumali picked up the knitting needles on the ground and said calmly: "A love-brained person like me is still looked down upon by others."

The illusionist was speechless. She changed the subject abruptly: "Time is passing too slowly. When will the dinner start?"

Sumali replied: "Let the dinner begin right away."

In a flash, night fell. Su Mali, wearing a long skirt that dragged 2 meters on the ground, was waiting for her: "Sister, let's go to the banquet hall on the 10th floor together."

Glancing down at her fitted burgundy evening gown, the Memory Lady was thankful that the wardrobe consultant hadn't arranged for her to wear a corset.

She bent down to help Sumali adjust her skirt. Sumali smiled softly: "Sister, thank you for telling me so much. No one has ever told me these things."

"I've always wanted to ask, why did you ask my sister to be the nanny? After the babies were swapped, no one knew which of us was born first."

"Who knows why." Sumali helped the illusionist adjust the necklace on her chest, "Maybe it's just because I want a sister."

They walked hand in hand into the elevator, and Mary's skirt was so long that the servants were squeezed out.

When the elevator reached the 10th floor, the illusionist realized something was wrong: "This is the attic, the banquet hall is downstairs."

"No, I just wanted to come here. I wanted to take a picture of you standing under that window."

Sumali's words were close to an order. The illusionist had never seen Mary like this before. She hesitated for a moment and decided to obey Mary's request.

"Yes, that's the spot." Sumali looked at the illusionist with an obsessed and fanatical look.

"That's great, you must be a beauty in real life."

A chilling sense of crisis crept up her spine, and the Memory Master kicked off her high heels and turned to run.

"Do not move."

Following Sumali's order, the illusionist was unable to move. She realized that Sumali was the master of this illusion.

The lover trapped the illusionist with stupid illusions, and Sumali imprisoned everyone with real illusions.

The illusionist couldn't even control her tongue, she could only make desperate sounds from her throat.

Sumali gently stroked her face and turned her head to the left, and she miraculously calmed down.

The moonlight is just right tonight, and it deftly passes through the lattices of the wooden window, illuminating the illusionist's face in half light and half dark.

This face really suits her. The half with light calmly accepts the embrace of the moonlight; the half without light remains calm in the darkness.

There was no expression on her face, no love and no hate. She was always a detective standing in the garden, facing the corpse and solving the case rationally.

Sumali's voice was so soft as if she was afraid of disturbing something: "It's so beautiful..."

After admiring it for a while, Sumali turned the illusionist's face back and said, "I know what you want to say. Our faces are so similar. I shouldn't think you are pretty."

They are real and fake half-daughters from the same father. If you cover your eyes and only look at the lower half of their faces, they look almost identical.

If we have to say the difference, the Memory Master's eyes are slightly upturned, with thick and straight eyelashes; while Sumali's eyes are droopy and round, with thin and curly eyelashes.

When they stood together in their best attire, everyone could tell they were sisters.

But Sumali insisted: "We are different."

"Only natural beauties have the confidence and worries of beauties. You must be loved by many people from the bottom of their hearts without knowing it."

"And I have always longed for love. I used my love to beg for the love of others. I begged humbly until I was no longer able to beg. My love was like a voice thrown into a vacuum, where there was no response."

"Eventually I discovered that I could be fulfilled without a response. I loved giving love, not being loved. I was always begging for my own approval, not the approval of others."

"It will be over soon." Sumali grabbed the hand of the illusionist and buried her face in her hand. "I can only influence others, not myself. I am still my ordinary self."

"I like you very much and don't want to involve you. Just wait here quietly for it to end."

Sumali turned and left the attic to attend the party.

The floor of the attic was very thin, and the illusionist could hear the sounds from the banquet hall. The host had just announced the start of the party.

At this time, the hall was completely dark, and the only light from the spotlight was on my lover, who was giving a speech before the banquet:

"Everyone here is well-educated and should have heard of the four kinds of love defined by the ancient Greeks."

"The first kind of love is Eros, which is the name of the god of love, the love of pleasure, the love of enjoyment, and the love of man for himself."

“The second kind of love is Asos, which is compassionate love, respectful love, family love, the love of a person for his family.”

"The third kind of love is Phileo, which is caring love, friendship love, brotherly love, the love of one man for another."

"And what I want to show you today is the fourth kind of love - Agape, which is the most selfless love in the world. It is God's endless and unconditional holy love for the world!"

"Praise our God who is yet to be born! He touches everyone's head equally and gives people the ability to transcend reality!"

"Excuse me, Mr. Su, please interrupt me." A middle-aged lady in a royal blue dress said, "How to prove that the unborn God can perform miracles?"

The lover stretched out his arms: "Isn't this enough? Inexhaustible food, wealth that appeared out of thin air, manors that rose from the ground..."

"Not enough." The middle-aged lady shook the red wine in her hand slightly, "Everyone here has what you said."

The lover slowly lowered his arms, his flawless face under the spotlight like a messenger sent by God.

At this moment, he knew exactly what the guests at the banquet wanted.

These people's wealth has reached its peak, but their careers have stagnated. They use all their means and exhaust their accumulated resources to climb to the top of the pyramid.

However, the only thing they cannot control is life and death. The harder the climbing process is, the more they covet the scenery at the top of the tower.

Therefore, the richer, more powerful and successful people are, the more they believe in the unknown; they even greedily want to hold the unknown in their hands.

"Well, let me introduce you to my fiancée, a person loved by God."

The spotlight shifted to Sumali, and the housekeeper behind her seemed to want to stop her, but was quickly dragged away by the servants next to her.

"She went from being a normal person to being a divine messenger who escaped death."

Amid the whispers of people, Sumali walked to the edge of the terrace gracefully.

The illusionist was pinned to the edge of the attic, and she could see very clearly that there was an invisible rope tied around Sumali's ankles under her big skirt.

This scam of tying a rope and jumping off a building and pretending to be immortal has existed since ancient times and requires the practitioner to have rich experience and great courage.

As long as the practitioner is tied with a rope, the harder and farther he jumps, the sooner the rope will be straightened, the rounder the arc drawn in the air, the longer the buffer distance, and the less damage he will suffer.

Sumali planned to do the same. She took a short run and then jumped down.

At the same time, the butler broke free from the servant's grip, and while shouting "It should be my daughter", he rushed to the terrace and cut the rope.

Under the moonlight, Sumali, who had lost her traction, and the illusionist looked at each other from afar. The long skirts were no longer a cage that bound her. They turned into blooming petals, spinning lightly in the air. The petals gently lifted her up and performed the last dance together.

Sumali smiled with relief. She released the immobilization control on the illusionist and closed her eyes peacefully.

The moment he realized he could control his body, the illusionist jumped down without hesitation.

Sumali opened her eyes in mid-air, and saw wine-red meteors rushing towards her, as if carrying with them the force of a mighty thunder and the sound of thunder.

Sumali burst into tears again.

My sister lied to me, she thought, she would give up her life for the one she loved, but she wouldn't admit it.

Then the vacuum of the universe echoed, the three-headed hound lost its prey, and the stupid illusion collapsed.

The outer walls of the manor turned into golden powder that flew everywhere, revealing the dilapidated interior. The neatly symmetrical European-style courtyard was replaced by hideous trees and weeds.

They smashed heavily into the lush treetops, relying on the trees to cushion some of the impact.

The illusionist struggled to get up from the ground, holding a handful of liquid golden annihilation powder in her hand.

Not far away, Sumali was lying on her back, staring blankly at the stars in the night sky. The illusionist then discovered that Sumali's true appearance was exactly the same as the maid's.

Her subconscious mind was desperately reminding her not to indulge in false love.

The illusionist watched the stars with her for a while and asked, "Is there anything you want to do for yourself?"

“It can’t be knitting,” the Memory Master added.

Sumali was amused: "I want to... go to the corner to eat wontons."

“Is it delicious?”

"It's not tasty, and the lady boss is very stingy. She even added water to the vinegar when paying for the paper towels."

"So you still want to eat?" The Memory Master was puzzled.

"Because I cried in the store last time, the boss lady brought her own tissues from the kitchen for me to use."

“Because of this”

"That was the first time no one told me to cry quieter."

The Memory Master was silent for a long time: "I may need tissues too, take me with you to eat."

Sumali weakly stretched out her hands to hold the stars in the sky: "There is no chance. I have done so many wrong things for him. If..."

Unfortunately, there is no if. The gorgeous geometric shapes of the kaleidoscope swallowed up the illusionist and took her away from this world.

Sound cannot propagate in a vacuum.