Drax opened his eyes with difficulty, and sticky blood flowed into his eyes from the corners of his eyes, covering his vision with a layer of blood red. His right arm and part of his chest muscles were torn off, and the flesh was bloody, but there was not much blood flowing out of the broken arm. After such a long time, the blood should have drained out. In fact, he could no longer feel any pain, probably numb.

There were two young demons in the fatal wound in the abdomen, grabbing and pulling the internal organs bit by bit. He never thought that after gaining a thousand times more power than ordinary people and possessing superhuman vitality, one day it would become a nightmare.

Death has become a luxury for him now!

The demons are a cruel race by nature, especially as a group of high-level demons with extremely high intelligence. They always like to torture their prey in the most cruel way. This is their favorite entertainment activity, and they never get tired of it. After just three hours of torture, even if they have the vitality of a dragon, they should have lost everything.

Take a last look at the sky, this d*mn world.

"It's finally over. I wonder if anyone will feel sad after I die? Or, will anyone notice my disappearance... It shouldn't be." Drax's eyes gradually dimmed, but a self-deprecating smile hung on the corner of his mouth, "It's ridiculous, it turns out that I have nothing. Why live? It's okay to die. This world has never changed a bit because of me or not."

Probably feeling that the prey is about to die, the adult demon waiting beside roared, and the young demon did not hesitate. With a fishy wind blowing, the bloody mouth bit down on his head.

"It's just... I'm not willing!"

The moment Drax's last thought came into being, his consciousness ended.

...

Bang bang bang!

Drax was awakened by a violent knocking sound, and suddenly opened his eyes. There were some small chats between men and women in his ears, and what caught his eyes was a familiar yet unfamiliar scene.

This is a spacious classroom. The sun shines in from the window and sprinkles on the smooth floor, making the room bright. There is a faint smell of paint in the air. There are many exquisite oil paintings and sketches on the walls on both sides. There are rows of easels neatly placed on the ground. Students are mixing paints, washing brushes, and preparing to do still life sketching exercises.

Seraphina was still knocking on the drawing board and said, "You haven't woken up yet. I really admire you. You can fall asleep at this time? Class is about to start, why don't you get up and paint!"

"Ah!" Drax stood up suddenly, and his foot accidentally kicked the bucket in the process. The clear water splashed and caused people around to exclaim. He seemed to be unaware. He touched his face and body with both hands, looked around with wide eyes and shouted, "Where is this? Tell me, where is this!"

A classmate with a bad temper shouted, "Hey, Drax, it's so noisy. Why are you shouting so loudly? Are you sick? Isn't this a classroom?"

Teaching... classroom!

Is this a classroom? It's really a classroom!

Drax swallowed hard, staring at his hands blankly, his face full of disbelief. Because everything is exactly the same as five years ago. He is a sophomore in a famous art college in China, majoring in art education. This classroom is exactly the classroom of the ninth class of art education. Those familiar faces have not changed at all.

Why is it in the classroom? Did everything go back to five years ago?

"Dream? Impossible, it's definitely not a dream. It's been five years, and everything is so real. How could it be a dream!"

After a brief shock, Seraphina said with some concern: "Drax, are you okay?"

The dusty memories deep in Drax's mind came like a tide, "You are... you are Seraphina?"

Seraphina is the monitor of the ninth class of art education, the beauty of the art department. In a school dominated by art departments, since she has become the beauty of the art department, she is basically the school beauty. She was wearing a T-shirt and jeans, with a simple and refreshing ponytail and cute and playful side bangs on her forehead. Her skin was very fair, her figure was graceful, and she had long eyelashes, big eyes, a pointed face, delicate features, and a beautiful face. She had a unique gentle temperament.

Drax closed his eyes and murmured to himself: "Seraphina?...Seraphina!"

"What's wrong with you?" Seraphina was startled and reached out to touch his forehead. "Is it because you are uncomfortable somewhere? Otherwise, I will ask for leave for you to see a doctor."

"Get out of the way, don't touch me!"

Drax seemed to be full of inexplicable hostility and caution towards everything around him. His originally bright eyes were bloodshot. He glared at Seraphina, and his ferocious expression and murderous look frightened everyone, including Seraphina.

In fact, the two came from the same city and knew each other before college, so they were quite familiar with each other. Drax had been foolishly pursuing Serafina for three or four years, treating her like a princess all day long. Among all the people pursuing her, she was the one with the best patience, character, and personality, so he had a little affection for her. Drax's sudden attitude was a little bit of a little girl's vanity, and it was difficult for her to adapt for a while, and she felt a little uncomfortable.

A student whispered, "Everyone, stop arguing, the teacher is here!"

When the atmosphere was a little stagnant, a beautiful and tall figure walked into the classroom door. This person was Ophelia, a professional teacher, about 26 or 27 years old, with skin as white as cream, eyes as spring water, and an extremely hot figure. Two majestic peaks stood on her chest, and her clothes were stretched tightly by two round outlines, giving a feeling of being about to burst out. Her thin waist was just like a water snake. Black leather shorts wrapped around her plump and round buttocks, and her slender legs were covered with black stockings, full of infinite temptation.

When she walks, her waist and hips swing more exaggeratedly than a model, and her plump buttocks twist and turn, but it is so natural, without deliberately flirting. She is charming everywhere, and her every move is full of mature charm.

Ophelia's facial features are very delicate and beautiful, but in order to make herself look more serious, she usually wears a pair of black-framed glasses, but it can't hide her innate enchanting temperament. She is the dream goddess of most teachers and students in the school. Her appearance is slightly inferior to Seraphina, but her perfect devil figure always gives people a strong visual impact, and that enchanting temperament can bring people irresistible temptation. Compared with the immature Seraphina, Ophelia can stimulate men's rich imagination.

Drax looked at her and whispered to himself, "Bloody Queen Ophelia!"

Seraphina frowned, with a very strange expression. Today's Drax is problematic, and he has been talking nonsense.

"Class time has come, please go back to your seats." Ophelia didn't notice anything unusual in the classroom and put down a bag. "Good afternoon, everyone. Today we will do a normal sketching exercise."

Drax tried to recall and muttered to himself: "A bouquet of flowers, a vase, a plate, two bunches of grapes, a pomegranate... put them in front of the mirror and paint."

"This time the topic is very simple. You can use your imagination to add or change something to express your ideas." Ophelia smiled at everyone and took out the still lifes one by one. "A bouquet of flowers, a vase, a crystal plate, two bunches of grapes, a pomegranate, and a mirror at the back. Well, that's it. Although it's very simple, everyone should also paint carefully."

Seraphina looked at Drax in disbelief... How could he know what the specific scenes were?

"It's really not a dream!" Drax's last glimmer of hope was shattered, and his expression, which had finally calmed down, suddenly changed drastically. He ignored the strange looks of others and shouted, "Oh no, a disaster is about to happen!"

"Is this kid really crazy?"

Everyone was looking at Drax as if he were a monster.

Seraphina secretly pulled his clothes, "Drax, stop talking nonsense, sit down."

Ophelia stroked her black-framed glasses, and this unintentional action was full of sultry and charm. She frowned and asked, "Drax, what did you say just now? Do you have any opinions about the content of the sketching assignment?"

Drax took three deep breaths in a row before he calmed down. He ignored the others, bent down to open the toolbox, took out a sharp utility knife, a box of blades, and picked up a pencil and put it in his pocket after a slight thought. Everyone looked at each other when they saw this, wondering what was wrong with him today.

Ophelia walked down from the podium, "Drax, what's wrong with you?"

Drax glanced at everyone, his eyes calmed down in an instant, and he whispered, "Listen carefully, everyone. No matter if you think I'm crazy or not, I just want to say that in ten minutes at most, this building will collapse. If you don't want to die, hurry up and leave the teaching building!"

As he said this, he rushed out of the classroom at the fastest speed under the surprised eyes of everyone, thinking about all sorts of things while running. Drax didn't know why he didn't die when he was supposed to die, but inexplicably returned to the moment before the disaster.

"Why is this?"

Drax was puzzled. What was the reason that a person who was supposed to die would inexplicably return to five years ago.

That continent full of terrible monsters was simply a nightmare place. No one dared to guarantee that they could live to see the sun the next day. It was a miracle that Drax could struggle for five years!

At this moment, the drastic change happened less than ten minutes ago, and there was no time to make any preparations. Thinking about the situation that will be faced in the early stage, if more people survive, perhaps the chance of survival will increase!

Drax thought of this, took a deep breath, and shouted in the corridor, "The earthquake is coming! The earthquake is coming!"