＜He woke up from a chaotic slumber, touching this strange and incomprehensible world like a newborn baby. His broken memories and thoughts were like bubbles rising and falling on the sea, and he was unable to form a complete consciousness and cognition for a long time.

The whole world seemed to be shrouded in a thick curtain, and one's own perception seemed to be shattered and reorganized a thousand times by an invisible force. The mind was unable to understand those crazy and disordered sensory signals. The buzzing noise and the dark and terrifying light and shadow seemed to be directly engraved on the nerves, stirring the consciousness and stinging the thinking.

He tried to take a step forward, tried to distinguish the things around him, tried to remember himself, and tried to understand the current situation.

Countless shadowy things surrounded him. Those things had amorphous outlines, and psychedelic holes floated on their upright bodies. Weird air currents flowed in those holes, making indescribable whistling and hissing sounds, which made people feel terrified.

Then, a warm glow appeared in my perception. Following this warmth, I woke up from the darkness and forgot my own existence and began to slowly move forward...＞

Nina suddenly put down the cheap jewelry she was selecting, frowned in confusion, turned around and looked behind her.

Shirley beside him noticed it immediately and turned her head curiously: "Ah? Nina, what's wrong with you?"

"I don't know..." Nina still frowned in confusion, and glanced at the crowd behind her. "Just now, I suddenly felt a movement behind me, as if someone was staring at this side, but it seems to be just... an illusion?"

"It must be an illusion..." Shirley frowned when she heard Nina's words, and subconsciously looked around the market. "There are people everywhere here, maybe someone just looked over here?"

Although she said this, she still carefully confirmed with Agou in her heart.

"Nothing," Agou's response quickly echoed in his mind, "It's just that there are too many people."

"Agou said nothing," Shirley said to Nina in a low voice, "There must be nothing wrong with its perception."

Nina blinked, looked back, and shook her head: "...It seems to be an illusion."

There are a lot of people in the market, and the bustling crowd makes this originally spacious market seem a bit crowded. Not only can you see locals around, but you can also see many tourists dressed in foreign clothes strolling in the market. The calls of various vendors can be heard among the crowd, which sounds almost noisy, but seems full of vitality.

In a place with so many people coming and going, occasionally feeling one or two gazes on you is nothing.

"Girls, are you still going to buy it?"

The stall owner's voice came from the other side, interrupting Nina's distraction.

"Oh, sorry," Nina reacted immediately and smiled apologetically at the stall owner, then raised the hairpin and brooch she had just chosen, "Please pack these two for me. What about Shirley? Do you like any?"

"I...didn't pick any," Shirley shook her head. "I'll go check out the next one later."

The stall owner packed up the things, Nina paid the bill, and the two girls who came out for shopping continued to stroll in this lively market. It was still early for sunset and the sun was still high in the sky above the city, so they could play for quite a while.

＜The fog that permeated the surroundings stung my skin and eyes, and the endless roars and whistles that rose and fell seemed to tear my eardrums apart. Fortunately or unfortunately, my broken thoughts and confused perceptions weakened the unbearable pain to a certain extent. I forgot my own existence and staggered forward in this chaotic and indescribable world, continuing to think hard.

What is skin? What are eyes? What is an eardrum? How do I walk? How did I get here?

Starting from the most basic questions, he began to be confused about everything.

And there are annoying things that constantly interfere with his thinking and memories, and bring him more pain and confusion.

He tried to lift his head, looking for the source of the annoying disturbance - something hanging high above him, a huge... noise.

He was a little confused, because in his superficial and vague consciousness, "noise" should be an invisible thing, but he felt that... what he saw was noise.

A group of disordered and twisted ripples were wriggling with endless earthquakes in the high altitude. The ripples covered the entire chaotic sky, stirring up the dim and floating light and shadows, and blending with the countless roaring noises on the ground, which was sickening and terrifying.

He took a difficult step forward, moving in the midst of the noise, and carefully avoiding those indescribable shapes with psychedelic holes on their bodies that kept making various hissing sounds, moving slowly, and continuing to move...＞

Nina stopped again, this time she stood in the middle of the road, staring at an empty place with wide eyes.

There was even a faint golden light floating quietly in her eyes.

Shirley immediately stopped and looked towards the empty space with a puzzled frown. After several seconds, she broke the silence uncertainly: "I seemed to have sensed it just now. Something was looking at this side, and it seemed to be following us..."

"Did Agou feel it?" Nina asked in a low voice, her nerves unconsciously tense.

"Agou still said that he didn't feel anything," Shirley answered in a low voice, carefully observing the surroundings, "but he said that he had 'illusions' over and over again, which is itself a warning. Maybe there is something that shouldn't appear in the real world that is exerting influence..."

Nina nodded slightly, and at the same time checked the situation in the market out of the corner of her eye.

Among the pedestrians passing by, she could see the church guards on the roadside.

The "Knowledge Guards" of the Academy of Truth watch over this crowded place. They wear academic-style robes, carry large-caliber revolvers on their waists, and watch the slightest movement on the streets and squares with alert and calm eyes - those eyes blessed by the god of wisdom, Lahm, can detect the evil invading reality at the first moment.

However, these "knowledge guards" looked relaxed and did not seem to notice anything wrong at the market.

"That feeling is gone... The guards didn't seem to react, but I feel like it wasn't an illusion." Nina whispered to Shirley.

Shirley responded in the same low voice: "What are you going to do?"

"…Should we report it to the guards on the roadside?" Nina thought for a moment and said, "Uncle said that if we encounter dangerous beings like pagans, we should report it to the guards immediately."

Shirley was stunned when she heard that. Her head, which was filled with violence and swear words, didn't leave much room for the word "report", and she had never thought about it in this direction at all.

However, recalling Captain Duncan's several "justice reports", another strange feeling came to her mind again -

As a violent, vulgar, and uneducated bad child, how could she be incompatible with the thinking of this evil family because of her insufficient moral standards?

But after a brief feeling of disobedience, she couldn't help but shook her head: "How do we report it? Just say we feel like someone is following us? The guards will think we are causing trouble..."

＜Among the fragmented memories, what else can be combined and connected?

He thought hard, and as he staggered forward, he recalled a dark red color, as if it was a thick layer of blood. That dark red glow floated in the sky of his memory, as if it was endlessly chasing himself, chasing his...companions.

Companion? What is a companion?

New memories suddenly appeared deep in his consciousness. He became confused, and then he finally remembered more.

Ah, he had companions. He and his companions set out on a long journey, but what were they going to do?

It seems... to save the world.

Following the prophet's guidance, they headed towards the direction where the red light fell, to find a way to save the world. Many of them set out together, but the hunter siblings soon fell, followed by the gloomy and taciturn magician, and then several knights...＞

Nina decided to report it to the guards at the scene first.

Although it may seem troublesome to explain the motivation for reporting, professional matters should be left to professionals after all, and just like Uncle Duncan said - as long as your attitude is sincere, no one will hold you accountable if the report fails, and if the report is successful, you might even make some money.

She pulled the reluctant Shirley towards the guards on the roadside.

＜Ah, that warm feeling appeared again, not far ahead, even... emitting a hazy light.

He stopped thinking and walked forward subconsciously.

Thick "curtains" gathered around him, as if deliberately blocking his footsteps. The buzzing noises were also gathering, and strange shapes that kept hissing were walking around, as if filled with indescribable malice and exuding unspeakable horror.

However, he quickened his pace and moved closer to the light, just like...

He pounced on the only thing in his memory that was still familiar and understandable. >

Nina came to the side of the road.

The knowledge guard in the academic gown turned around and looked curiously at two girls who looked like they were still in middle school who suddenly walked over.

"Ladies, do you need any help?" the guard asked gently with a smile.

"We felt something was wrong..." Nina explained to the Guardian, saying the words she had been thinking of all the way, "Just now..."

＜He finally came near the warm light, and when it was still some distance away, he stretched out his "hand" and wanted to touch the hazy shadow.

At this moment, all the curtains and mists seemed to turn into invisible boundaries, and the "actual touch" brought by penetrating the boundaries was the first sting that the lost and forgotten people felt in this new world.

He leaped forward. >

A scream suddenly came from behind, echoing throughout the market.