Ye Jiu's eyes were wide, his breathing as heavy as an old ox that had just finished plowing a field. The last remnants of his reason kept telling him that this was all an illusion, that he absolutely could not put on "Slaughter"... As long as he endured, everything would return to normal. But once he put on "Slaughter," there would be no turning back.
Yet the killing intent constantly surging from within kept battering the last of his reason, like waves relentlessly washing over a sandcastle on the shore. With every wave, the castle of his sanity came one step closer to collapse.
Ye Jiu painfully shuffled several more steps toward the living room.
"No... Absolutely not..."
His lips had already been bitten bloody. He had hoped to use pain to jolt his gradually fading reason awake, but reality proved the opposite. The pain and the smell of blood only made the illusion of being on a battlefield more real. Ye Jiu could even hear hoofbeats, battle cries, and the dull sounds of metal weapons piercing flesh echoing around him.
The objects in the room had begun to warp, faintly overlapping with the mountain of corpses and sea of blood in Ye Jiu's mind.
Smack! Ye Jiu slapped himself hard again, but it did nothing.
It felt as though he had slapped someone else's face. The pain had become incredibly dull and unreal, as if separated from him by a thick layer of leather.
"Urgh... Damn it..." Using all his strength, Ye Jiu hurled his body heavily onto the floor.
Bang!
With a tremendous crash, his body struck the mattress laid out on the floor. The empty drink bottles and game cartridge cases tossed beside it were jolted into the air.
"I give up! I give up!" Ye Jiu