Overturned Tower

"...Ah, the sun is so dazzling."

Russell was blinded by the dazzling sunlight and lowered his head in a daze.

He didn't know how long he had been baked by the sun... He felt like his back could fry eggs.

But the unreal thing is that Russell didn't sweat at all.

He even felt that the blue song robin's legs were a little numb, and there was no sweat stain on his body, and the dust did not stay in his hair and clothes.

It's as if they are all illusions that can only be touched for a moment... like sand, and like hot snow like sand.

Russell walked forward while thinking wildly, and couldn't help complaining: "How long do we have to go..."

Although Lu Shouxiang told him that the dream world has no concept of time.

But Russell still put on the mechanical pocket watch in disbelief - and it didn't move at all, so Russell just left it where it was.

Anyway, this is just a projection, and it will not cause the pocket watch in reality to be lost. Otherwise, even if it can't turn, Russell will definitely carry it all the time.

After all, that thing is very expensive.

This thing is rare in this day and age. When everyone can retrieve date, time, weather and other data from the brain screen anytime, anywhere, the greatest significance of pocket watches lies in... nostalgia and.

The entertainment industry in this era is unprecedentedly developed, and people can never finish watching all kinds of entertainment works even if they watch them 24 hours a day. Even if you look at it with critical eyes, the speed of seeing it is not as fast as the speed of exiting. Because of this, the subsidiary industries of the entertainment industry have become very developed.

For example, "customized clothing" for characters in animation, novels, and film and television works.

But because there is no such backward thing as "offline comic exhibition" in this world... After all, such high-quality handmade products are not popular at all in this era. No one is willing to squeeze with other people, and similarly positioned "comprehensive entertainment exhibitions" are all held in online virtual spaces. It can accommodate almost unlimited people... because everyone can set up model collision and "intelligent display of people flow", maybe everyone sees "other people" completely differently.

According to the degree of "crowded" to "sparse" you want, you can precisely adjust the slider of thirty scales.

In this world, almost all public exhibitions are held in this form. As long as there is an eye mask that can enter the virtual space, or a little more advanced, even a similar module can be directly built into the head prosthesis.

The burn mark on Bad Ri's face has a similar function.

Although it wasn't necessarily for entering the virtual space, he must have connected some kind of head prosthesis to leave such marks on his face.

And playing other people is a kind of "high-class hobby" in this world.

Because it is so easy to replace the prosthetic body, plastic surgery becomes almost risk-free... After all, even a blue song robin can be chopped off and directly transformed into a little glass.

If rich people want to play other people, they can restore them perfectly from appearance, height, hairstyle to clothing and attire. And readjust it when you get bored, or switch to another set.

Russell really liked the feeling of playing someone else.

It's just that he couldn't afford such expensive "ancillary services" back then, so he could only buy a pocket watch and a decent-looking dress after his salary was paid. By the way, this pocket watch is even more expensive than the dress.

Fortunately, he can now directly use psionic energy to complete this step—to complete the most extreme performance!

At the beginning, he was not very proficient in the blue song robin, which was a bit "cumbersome" to him... But after trekking in this sandstorm for an unknown amount of time, he gradually got used to it.

If it weren't for the fact that there is too much dust here, and he is worried that his mouth will be filled with sand when he opens his mouth, Russell would like to sing loudly now.

He is too idle.

...Ah, I really want to listen to the song.

Listening to books is fine, walking is so boring...

— But at this moment, Russell suddenly felt that the resistance of the wind suddenly became smaller.

The sand and dust sweeping across the sky also gradually disappeared, and the whistling and rubbing sound of the sand and dust also became quiet.

Russell realized something at this moment, and raised his head subconsciously.

He immediately saw a tall black tower reaching the sky standing in the distance.

But if the deer head hadn't told Russell that it was the "Tower of the End", Russell would not regard it as a tower at all at this moment.

It looks like a crack from a distance. Absorbing all the light, it becomes deep and deep.

It's like looking into a canyon from above, and at the end of it, it becomes a horizontal crack like an abyss.

However, the strange thing is that the crack seems to be vertical when viewed from Russell's side.

This feeling of dislocation will make Russell subconsciously want to tilt his head ninety degrees. It's like when a netizen posted a picture of lying down.

"That's the Tower of the End, rookie."

Just when Russell was trying to tilt his head, a low and indifferent voice suddenly sounded from beside Russell.

Russell was startled.

When he raised his head just now, he looked around all around—Russell was very sure that there was absolutely no one here before.

And on this endless primitive wasteland, there is no place to hide at all.

But when Russell followed the voice, his pupils suddenly tightened.

—It was a white lion.

Undoubtedly, he is a severely spiritual patient, with a face that is exactly like a lion, and has a long white mane, fluttering in the wind that has not completely stopped.

The white lion does not stand upright, but is slightly bent. This inability to straighten the waist should also be a negative feature of spirituality.

But even if he didn't fully straighten his upper body, he was still half a head taller than Russell now—you know, the vest Russell uses now is a blue robin with a height of 1.75 meters! This means that if the lion stands completely upright, its height may be close to two meters.

And the moment Russell looked at the lion pupils, he felt a kind of inner, almost instinctive fear.

His heart suddenly started beating violently, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably... After about two or three seconds, he slowly calmed down.

Then, a feeling of astonishment appeared in Russell's heart:

...what was that feeling?

Even when he faced death, he was never afraid... Why was he so afraid?

"Good quality."

The lion stared deeply at Russell, and made a lukewarm comment.

Although there is no representation, it gives Russell a sense of "locked in".

Never turn your back—Russell's spiritual intuition warned him so.

So Russell simply took a deep breath. With that horrifying sense of fear, he forcibly looked back at the lion.

The lion's pupils are light blue with a greenish tint reminiscent of a lake.

Unlike the sense of danger on his body, his eyes looked quite calm.

"Do you dare to look into the eyes of a lion, little bird?"

The white lion showed a smile - the so-called smile is to split the mouth to reveal the ferocious teeth.

The fear that Russell felt suddenly increased several times.

But at this moment, he finally saw through the truth of this fear.

"…I see."

Russell uttered the deep and magnetic voice of a blue songbird: "It must be the repression between spiritual relatives."

Because the soul relative of the other party is a lion, and the blue song robin is a small bird.

In reality, apart from the difference in appearance and some habits, there is no difference between this kind of relatives.

But in the dream world, there was an incomparably real difference.

"That's why it's called 'spiritual relatives', newcomer."

The voice of the white lion is like a lion's roar, like the sound of relaxing bass rock music, every byte shakes Russell's heart: "Only by throwing away the shell and using the body of the soul can we touch the truth.

"Okay, rookie. Tell me... who is your mentor? UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com didn't even tell you the 'tower' when it brought you in."

The complex and all-round outfit on Russell was obviously prepared for a long time.

Normally, even those who have the adaptability of a mage and enter the dream world by accident will at most wear pajamas, and absolutely impossible to wear shoes and socks... After all, they must first fall asleep before they can reach the dream world.

And bare feet, walking in the scorching hot sand. This in itself is tantamount to austerity.

But now Russell not only wears a windproof and waterproof jacket, but also wears goggles. There are even paraphernalia and weapons.

This is obviously well prepared.

At least he can know the key to actively enter the dream world, fall asleep fully armed, and know what he will experience in the "prime wasteland".

This shows that Russell must be guided by others.

And Russell has already made up a set of sophisticated lies for this.

But what Russell didn't expect was that.

The lion didn't listen to Russell's sophistry at all.

"Since I didn't tell you about the existence of the tower, I can't be called a good mentor..."

The white lion just waved his hand casually: "No...forget it, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter whether you have a mentor or not—you are ours."

——I didn't doubt Russell's background at all, nor did I doubt whether he was a traitor, and I didn't even ask why Russell came here, how he got in, and didn't ask Russell for his opinion.

Just like that, with a big wave of his hand, Russell was almost plundered and taken into his camp.

This is not a pretense.

The lion obviously didn't care about these things from the bottom of his heart.

This almost stupid, irrational behavior, but full of a dangerous sense of doing whatever he wants... made Russell, who acted rationally, inexplicably a little creepy.