Ji Yan fell silent for a long time.
Or rather, he was unable to calm down for a long time!
In the shattered mirror, his facial features were normal, yet there was something indescribably eerie about them. His right eyeball spun wildly, as if it were an independent entity.
Ji Yan touched the eyeball, then tugged out a string of bloody fluid and simply plucked it off.
"What the hell is [Nightmare] in District 15?"
"These rules are way too disconnected from District 13's..."
"All Eerie Weapons only have one use... yet it can loop endlessly... and there's some kind of 'mark'?"
Ji Yan kneaded the slime on the eyeball and muttered, "Although [Nightmare] in District 13 is a large-scale domain..."
"Why do I feel like the dream core created by District 15's Initial Player is far more terrifying than the former, whether in terms of environment or rules?"
Ji Yan muttered as he stood up.
He tried to stuff the eyeball back into its socket.
"I was killed by that tail, then 'came back to life.' Luo Xixi probably isn't dead either."
"The Game Panel said that every time I'm killed, the 'mark' gains another layer."
"What exactly does this mark refer to?"
Ji Yan examined his body. He found no obvious abnormalities on this new eerie body.
But the next moment, his mind became muddled.
Fragmented scenes had been forcibly stuffed into his memories, spliced together and mixed in.
In his memories, Ji Yan saw eerie figures wearing "White Swan" ballet costumes and eerie figures wearing "Black Swan" ballet costumes, overlapping each other.
Their twisted bodies kept drawing closer to him...
Ji Yan clutched his head, his skull splitting with pain.
"What the hell are... these things?"
As the images in his memories kept flashing, another consciousness burrowed