"God damn such luck, walking troubles are coming my way!"
Despite being told, Limma wasn't bothered, she was worried.
She took care of the man's wounds, and even though his body was basically as perfect as a newborn baby, his skin, scratched by stone and sunk by the earth, didn't look very good.
Well... to go to the grave in the middle of the night... if asked what reason was doing this move? This is because he somehow dropped his house key nearby, and as a result, he has no hobbies such as sleeping outside, and all his belongings, including his wallet and phone, are inside.
He has no choice but to return. Fortunately, he was able to borrow a lantern from his neighbor.
Who knew...
You will experience this unforgettable encounter in the cemetery...
Luck was really making fun of him.
***
After a moment's hesitation, he picked up the phone. It was out of power and turned off.
He could finally give up and go to sleep thinking that he should report it tomorrow.
***
His lashes, resembling dense crow's feathers, trembled open, revealing a pair of jade more vibrant than emerald.
The hazy eyes slowly cleared, straightening up, scanning the room for a few seconds.
His face remained on her for a while, then he sat staring blankly.
He couldn't understand where he was, who he was, or what he was.
If he was dead he should be in hell, if not heaven then a spirit.
But she was clearly alive, moreover, by her observations, this girl was also a doctor.
There was a mocking glint in his eyes.
Maybe it was all his imagination. In the illusion, the reality box he had built in his head, he went crazy in that place. Because the current feeling was that this place didn't look like a vanished place at all.
Maybe everything was just the scenario he created in his own mind, the apocalypse, his death and existence... Everything.
And perhaps now this doctor had withdrawn from a corner of the insane asylum to be examined under the supervision of a doctor?
He couldn't tell.
What is real and what is fake.
But he doesn't like the smell of disinfectant, and according to his personality, he is not someone who would sit here and wait for the girl to wake up.
He stood up, pausing as he took a step.
An open computer screen. In sleep mode but not locked.
Thinking she should borrow for a while, she moved forward.
After all, she had to be aware of the world she was in.
went online...
Among the many news, the first thing that catches his attention is the existence of the apocalypse.
Amazingly, he was somehow still alive even after the apocalypse.
Well...
The apocalypse had already been announced...
And that person who always goes by the name of the apocalypse and is remembered as a hero.
Clearly that person was in a coma, but somehow he had woken up and had resolved the problem that was the result of his artificial satellite.
Before a faint expression of appreciation could shine through his eyes, an ominous green mist spread, the pupils of those glowing eyes constricted and his expression instantly turned gloomy.
He straightened up, his turbulent mood revealing his violence for the first time. So much so that his vicious eyes seemed to instantly tear apart and destroy the person on the screen.
***
When Limma awoke, not a trace of the living creature remained. So much so that even the neat bed had no traces or evidence to tell him if anyone was here.
For a moment he wondered if he was just dreaming. He wasn't sure, but with slight hesitation he picked up the phone.
He lightly dialed the number.
***
"Hello?"
The newly awakened voice was muffled and compelling, and Limma could not help but freeze for a moment.
"I am Y-Yun, Limma," he finally gathered himself and said.
"Yes?"
As Yun replied, he turned his head and silently looked at the man who was lying on his bed with an innocent expression, his arms stretched out around his waist.
He clearly remembers beds in separate rooms yesterday, so why is he here?
Nanren, on the other hand, couldn't stop rubbing her head like a cat after wrapping it around her waist. After finding a suitable position, he blinked sleepily again.
With his fluffy hair and expression, Yun couldn't help rubbing his head for a moment.
Nanren, on the other hand, was as relaxed and cheerful as a cat caught in a fish, squinting his eyes in a lazy and good mood.
"I was just going to ask, is Nanren okay?"
Yun couldn't help keeping his head down and staring at his expression for a second or two, then calmly replied.
"hmm"
Limma seemed basically almost certain now, of course, that it was all just a simple and complex dream.
After the call ended, Yun put the phone down while Nanren lazily stood up, yawning like a lazy cat, although she wanted to stay that way, went to prepare breakfast.
Yun was reluctant to get up from his warm bed for a while, so he felt that he could wait until breakfast was ready.
In normal times he would have paused suspiciously to consider Limma's startling call, but now his mind was surprisingly filled with Nanren's cute facial expressions...ah...it was over, and deep...
It wasn't until there was a heavy cracking sound that brought him to himself. The great focused crashing sounds of glass and utensils swept him into action, causing him to rush to the kitchen.
He stared blankly, unable to intervene for a moment, stunned by the sight he saw.
Two Nanren!
One of them attacks with a vicious expression with a knife in his hand, the other one, holding the knife in his palms, blocks it, blood drips to the ground incessantly.
Holding the knife, Nanren whispered hysterically, angrily. The sound coming from his throat was extremely frightening, his breathing clearly devoid of vitality.
"You copycat, fake, die!"
The person who, until a time, could have laughed at the mockery and contempt made for him to some extent, was now madly out of control.
The expression of the other Nanren, who was clearly on the defensive, didn't seem too good either. His eyes of that pure gold were hazy with green at sight, and he counterattacked with the same grim expression and the same reaction.
Likewise, the defender Nanren thought that the other person was imitating him and wanted to take his place!
In this way, the two men started a bloody war. As if the survivor could have his own self...
With a grim expression, the person holding the knife jumped forward and shook his balance, lifting the knife and aiming it at his chest, killing it!
"Nanren!"
The sound seems to have a magical function, the two bodies clearly hardening as rocks.
And worse than either, two pairs of eyes watch someone come to them.
"Leave!" The voice is like the law of heaven and earth, attacked Nanren bows his head and walks behind him with a victim expression.
On the other hand, the other person is stunned until they do not understand it.
Why does he seem to be listening to this person?
He lifts his head to look at the man who is approaching him step by step. It's as if every step is taken in his heart, feeling his heart beating more and more chaotically with each step, he raises his hand to hold his chest.
Those grim eyes are not so savage any more, they stand with a stunned expression in pure amazement.
-Season final-