Chapter 66 My World (Seventeen)

From the void came weeping and wailing, troubles and sorrows; all the fears that should be present were here.

Like the center of the earth, the 'little dark room' is collapsing into its core at a speed of hundreds of meters per second.

The chief won, but Billy turned his sharp eyes and looked up at the universe with a smile, as if a hero had appeared there to save the world.

In order to deliver the final blow, the chief put his two unusually large fists together and pounded them into the opponent's chest.

The magic of the void surged in like a swarm of bees, but Billis lay there motionless.

"The mission isn't over yet, hero."

The familiar voice transcended the realm of emptiness, as if it were the very source of magic.

Who's there?

"I asked myself," Billis thought to himself.

"It's me! Number 33."

Visible musical notes came from all directions, some chattering and some silent, all fragments of lively magic.

Where are you? Why can't I see you?

"Hero, this is my world, I am everywhere."

For Billis, time had completely stopped in the 'little black room'. The chief's fist was raised high, motionless, and his two red eyes seemed to be able to reflect something.

Wonderland, projection, reflection—these elements, along with musical notes, formed a melody. Matter capable of shattering the void pierced the tentacles of the universe above like spears, and a surge of passionate energy flowed into the agent's body.

Billy grabbed a gun made of musical notes and fired a shot at the chief’s abdomen.

The guy who was hit was still in the dark, and surprise slowly spread across his still face. Perhaps in his eyes, the other person's movements were as fast as light.

"Rise, hero! I will lend you a hand!"

This tone always comes from the heart, close to a warm flame, healing wounds and adding energy.

Perhaps due to the angle of space and the reflection of magic, after the tentacles were driven away, the sky above the 'little black room' became a mirror, and Number Thirty-Three stood in the mirror, but could not be seen from outside the mirror.

Although some people were helping Billis, the wizard was also helping the chief. In their eyes, the real duel was about to begin.

Because he had been shot, the chief's face was as dry and white as lime. Despite blood dripping from his abdomen, he still pounced on Biris like a fearless beast.

It's unknown whether the lion or the tiger is stronger; ultimately, fate will decide.

Although Billis appears gentle, no human agent is as skilled as him. His punches and kicks are incredibly precise and unpredictable. Number Thirty-Three's buffs far exceed those of wizards!

Billis's wounds healed quickly, and he could shatter oak armor with a flat palm strike.

The chieftain's wounds multiplied, and he was no match for his opponent in any of the skills required for strength.

Inside the arena, Biris, who held a clear advantage, defeated the chieftain; outside the arena, even the void magic was no match for the notes of the lute, and the 'little black room' returned to its original state, with the endless darkness finally revealing white grids once again.

"I didn't expect you to cheat too."

The chief was bleeding profusely from his abdomen, and he was as weak and powerless as if he were lying flat on his back with his limbs outstretched.

"Who said you're the only one allowed to cheat?"

Biris meticulously selected a seemingly intact sword from the grid lines and plunged it into the chieftain's abdomen.

This was a real sword, and the gushing blood splattered onto its fangs like a fountain.

Although the chieftain's face was pale, he looked quite comfortable, because he had thoroughly enjoyed the battle.

"Don't think you've won!" The chief suddenly grabbed his wound hard, using the intense pain to stimulate his body's excitement. "We have five people, Agent. Even if you beat me, there's no guarantee the other brains won't be killed."

“You’re right, but I also have partners. No matter how many plans you have, we will stop you time and time again.”

"It's impossible, Agent. You are far outmatched by us."

"The strength you're referring to is that of a wizard, right?"

“Wizard? Ha! You really only see wizards, dear agent. I’m dying, there’s nothing to hide. I’m tired of those octopus heads you’ve been looking at. They’re just like me, serving the magic pillar.”

"You're a reincarnated being, aren't you? Why are you serving the Demon Pillar?"

“Mr. Agent, you’ve chosen the wrong side. Choosing the stronger side is the way for reincarnated people to survive.”

"You mean the forces of darkness?"

"That's right, the Demon Pillar is the true ruler of this other world, and its awakening means the arrival of a true god."

"The Battle of the Gods!"

"Ha! You've heard of that war? No wonder you defeated me. As for what happened after that war, everything was erased. At the same time, the other world underwent a major reboot. Is that a coincidence? You didn't know, did you? Ha! You really didn't know! You're not an idiot, but you're not exactly smart either!"

"Hey! You can't die yet! Finish what you're saying!"

"Support the Demon Pillar! That's all I have to say!"

The orc chieftain coughed up blood and collapsed onto the grid.

Although he successfully completed the mission and protected his brain, Billy suddenly felt that he had lost something. What was it?

Billis's feelings became more complicated; on one hand, he wanted to offer comfort, and on the other hand, he wanted to get to the bottom of things.

The 'little dark room' was quiet, and he was all alone, with no idea how to return to the real world.

Then, a snow-white skylight opened, and the tentacles and the void disappeared. There was nothing more wonderful than smelling fresh air and seeing sunlight again.

Tender green grass, the fragrance of roses, bright springs, and outside the door lies a vast grassland full of wonder.

A bard, leading a fine horse and wearing a small crown adorned with lilies of the valley, is drinking water. He carries a lute on his back, just like number thirty-three.

Billis was surprised, thinking that the other side of the door was another amazing world.

The bard outside immediately mounted his horse, leaped over the wooden fence and stone railing, and easily entered the 'little dark room' in a way that no one would have dared to imagine.

Behind him appeared an elephant, a giant, and a group of brave warriors, some of whom played harps, flutes, and drums.

As the drums sounded, the 'little dark room' disappeared, and Billy stood on the green field, facing the setting sun, his face radiant with the love of the melodious tune.

"Awaken my songs, as I drink water, let them sing to me, tell the stories of brave men, the stories of gentlemen, the stories of heroes; I need to rest in the final melody, do not disturb me, do not call my name."

The bard's reins shone with the light of the sun and moon, his horse galloped forward slowly and lightly, and his appearance was as white as a daffodil.

Beris seemed to see a saint born in a distant land, sailing towards the other side of the sea.

"Hey! Can you hear me?" Billis shouted at the bard, "Number Thirty-Three! Don't you recognize me?"

The bard's hair and beard hung straight down to his waist like hibiscus flowers, and he answered with a beautiful, resonant voice: "Who is it?"

"You really are number thirty-three!"

How do you know my name?

"Are you testing me? Just now, I heard you singing the song we sang together, and now you say you don't know me?"

"Do you need my forgiveness, or deep remorse for the sins you have committed?"

"Hey, what's with the tone of your voice? Shouldn't you be nagging me endlessly, calling me 'Hero'?"

"You must have mistaken me for someone else, traveler."

“I didn’t mistake you. You are number thirty-three, right? Just now, you gave me power with music and helped me overcome the void.”

"That's a story from a very, very long time ago. I will always remember that hero."

Hey! I'm right in front of you!

"This is my world. You don't belong here. Please leave."

Just like when Billy entered the online world, dozens of chaotic roads were squeezed into the horizon, flickering incessantly, and the eyes could not keep up with the changes in the environment.

Suddenly mountains rise up, then skyscrapers appear, then you're plunged into a narrow alley, then thrown into a stinking ditch.

Violent language is repeatedly used online, whether it's disgusting or grandiose, derogatory or praising, it can't be hidden, it keeps spinning like a vortex.

Billis's consciousness was like a blurry image, and the chaotic sounds of demons made him search for a way out of his brain like a madman.

In a place that looked particularly bright, there was a very gentle voice. He followed the light and slowly, very slowly, moved forward.

He was almost at the door when he saw a pair of innocent angels fluttering their white wings, radiating a miraculous light.

"Honey, you're finally awake?"

Billy lay in the soft embrace, looking at the lady.

Hey, missed me?

"I've missed you for three weeks, darling."

"Oh, my brain is so sleepy, I need, I need to sleep for a while..."

Billis was exhausted and couldn't tell which side was the real world.