Chapter 1: Night Horror

"Zivron Aven."

Waltren Eragle

Part 1: Selection Test

Disheveled in failure, I leaped into Magic Reality, found myself in the nostalgic mode about the status of the whole bedimmed biome, spread in front of me.

My skin recalled, never for unfamiliarity, but what I used to fond with. Even the soft-panorama didn't erect as part of my homeworld, the atmosphere had a roomy sense as I used to grow. It brought all kind memories, with capacity, to shut myself and dive in endless dreamer's sea.

Anyhow, the childish-intention had to go into dismissal for now. I had to solve this ownership first before I could retire.

The segment of pow blocks doomed down into forest-floor in stiff demeanor carried vast enormous roads along with physical of the natural landscape. Some constructions were installed in distance such on top woods, or even extreme, inside a living tree, while others sorted together at the borderline of the crowd. Several direction-signboards scattered around to point up these unusual locations, as much as housings.

Between trees, many high-class bridges connected in some kind dark ash material. It was the main material for various architectures and landmarks as they never ran out of space any soon.

Waiting for a group of elves to float down from the bear carriage, I glanced toward unnoticeable-sky that give a sense of night through damp air even though daylight. People on street coasted from shop to shop, ordered some sort explainable antics in they cherished-moment. Apart from me.

An ascending-road guided my legs, had more than enough rainbow foot-stones for inviting anyone who wished to revel in. Although the colors not as bright as in Science Reality, they produced from the organic natural's palette.

Moving up, many more were spotted in all kinds supreme characteristics: dwarves, fairies, dragiries, ethereals, beasts, jlien, and a lot more ― all kind humanoid races incorporated toward the huge academy, gradually advancing up, almost touching motionless-clouds. However, it already passed the first bell, these people were visitors instead of students.

Halfway through road, I pumped for a minute to scan overall phantasy-city which toned with ash-wood bricks; a verified waste of metal woods. Aivena City. It might work as concrete with appearance brick and plank.

Arrived at the end of my hiking, I found a fancy board ― Finolist Academy ― on the wall of a dark rock-fence. The words blew out in their language, blazed in vivid animation of a pictorial chain reaction: red water chased blue fire along lines of letters.

Withal, rather denying Science Reality, I preferred to push my own opinion for other reality. I would say that Magic Reality could be described as the sister of ― my homeworld ― Alien Reality. It was just my place that rarely had people on the street. A very lonely world.

Even magic operated simple as they claimed, for me, it jumbled my mind with complexity more than UFO spaceship which full of strangling-wires of inputs and outputs. Messed something, and it might like rolling hot rod next to gasoline barrel.

Long of my thought, I was interrupted by a gong resonating from a sturdy tower inside the school perimeter. Holographic of celestial-wings gyrated, cast spectrum of white gloss. I didn't see the definition of science and magic, or alien and spigen anymore. Maybe, same appearance but different technologies.

I glanced my arm for ― original watch had been replaced with ― spigen wristband. A stone glossed in bravado mana, deeply implemented inside the socket. In this reality as one of many, I graduated as a soldier too. Therefore, I specialized in creation magic for making trap purpose. And I could do most of the spell without even clicking lingua.

"{Sicrony: Clock}" I pronounced the spell in their tongue. It was how to engage with this well-known item ― was actually an extraterrestrial object to me back there. Though now I learned the system, I enforced the knowledge to in-working genome for my own advantage with World Blueprint.

Orange radiance twisted, a magic circle was shaped into a neon clock. It pointed at eleven. Most school's breathing-regime was between 10 to 11. Thus, that gong-bell indicated it was over, bouncing into a class session.

It seemed I had to wait three hours before I could meet Siqura.

I entered inside as a visitor, marching to the library for a stalking set. The whole school used a few glowing shades with spirit lamps. Frankly, the curiosities were enough to fill my belly for a fantasy world. In the past. Not now.

A robed-girl came from stairs, running off the floor almost fell to the side. She was slipped by me, a drop of sorrow fired from her face and blared onto my cheek; my eyes squinted a little.

My sanity had cried by numerous errors, seeking a solution to the bugged-situation. Everything terminated when another over-reactive girl dropped down from the same stairs, surfing left and right before pacing fast to inverse the last known position of the inome.

I pushed myself forward, but my legs garrisoned over my unmovable-will. It halted my act from stomping, panicking, or hawking.

Professor's lecture inserted into the background about the history of Veizralia Kingdom as I switched off my attention. But the silence was beaconing through my chest, targeting, and then disengaging a deep motive I tried to barricade.

Even I tried to ignore the truth, choice resurfaced for every shutdown, I executed ― had to ― the task eventually. Rotated back, I traced where the girl went.

Barely grasses on side of the pavement, stones mounded inside dirt, sparse. It served as a pathfinder to a certain location buried. Motioned along one way-route, I stumbled on holy-blue radiance, pulsed through massive animated-leaf. One press and the curtain cranked for me like an automatic framework. I uncovered what confidential left behind.

The swamp streamed in muddy and cloudy excluded underneath central-tree; the shaved-roots lingered up as if those were long and stable legs; had the clearest molecular level of water. No dust or anything slimy found inside, although swimming-leaves didn't highlight as ugly.

My skin shone with releasing tension that woven in my shoulders; mana always had a good effect on someone to extend a lot tamed birds landing on a top tree for a nap. If only I could bring this seed tree to my homeworld at least. Sigh.

The girl was couching at the edge of the swamp, her body budged up-and-down, doing something. I couldn't see much from her back.

I attempted to clear my throat aloud but my shoe accidentally hacked a branch on the mossy ground, it stole my spotlight and announced my presence as suspicious-scourge. I clenched my foot from kicking the zero-fault branch.

The girl evaded at the alarm, shoved her loyal-staff without a second thought, in add-on booting First Tier of Magic Spell. With her current skill, this might be the quickest casting she could win the conflict. As battlemage from the probationary license-badge, most of her spells only struggle as a pacifist, not for combat.

On the other hand, my attire suggested otherwise job. I anticipated this but I didn't crusade enough to have an approval outcome.

I freed myself by raising my arms and promoting an accuse, "I lost." I paused. "You're crying?" Was that too direct? Should I said {weeping} or {distressing} instead?

"No. I'm not," she said while rubbing her robe's sleeve on her face.

"Are you okay?" I unwrapped my scarf around warm-neck. "If you want to cry, I can lend my shoulder..." my mouth skipped when I caught her full facial.

I wasn't mistaken.

She was Siqura Selvona, my fourth selection. Restless posture added with fatal-tone bulked under her eyes' border. I had read her profile before about her family situation. Many part-times had been killing any effort to rid debt that two of them struggling: her and her mother.

Without left inactivity for long, I began my first trial to check if she worthy to gain authorization of my precious World Blueprint.

For accessing her capability, I sent her into diametric reality, swamp blinked, ejected pink scroll. Trees, lands, her robe, and staff cast a pink radiance of blueprint pattern.

At the same time, another amount of scrolls homed from the sky and converted with every object into worldly, it became chaotic. Transition captured this world, idealized into a new angle called Blueprint Reality. It was the easiest way for testing by putting her into an uncomfortable zone.

Since I didn't modify a conscious part, Worldline acknowledged her as a residence of this world. Thus, a memory from Magic Reality morphed to clutter her blank and confusion, programmed her mind as if she was born in this reality since the beginning. But it was doing an illusion, her persona remained in the soul. She would feel uneasy all time.

Friends, places, or anything that related to her existence, would be implanted as well with the full unconscious. It would be weird if she recalled something that didn't exist. This was the basis of existence manipulation.

Without said, something so elementary had cost me a huge World Value.

Next, I modulated her ownership variable in blueprint territory and inputted World Blueprint's privilege of about 0.1%.

If she could improve her World Value to a certain condition, it would automatically give the chance to use World Blueprint temporarily. Then, I could be validating her World Value management better. I decided on a different aspect of a test since last time with Lraden which told him everything from the start.

Her robe turned into a white uniform of blouse and skirt, she gripped tightly her bag, crumbled into tvezfon(armadillo-alike in a shell) defensive pose. Her eyes wandered with anxiety and consciousness, she nodded in pressure as if I just stole her toy-robot from the cabin while she snoozing in sleeping incubator. She abandoned me afterward.

I used World Vision as her back exposed, her current World Value was too low for any mention. Well, I ought to know that already.

While for her Worldline, it seemed acceptable as popularity didn't suit her. It wasn't only planets and galaxies defined as a world, but even humans who had many things circuited inside their brains, also put in {world} category for World Blueprint and would work in the same way.

At any rate, I shall observe myself how she handled a disoriented-version of her life, a few days later. The result I anticipated was, no matter how strange or hard it appeared, World Value had to remain stable, quickly adapt under pressure all the time. In order words, she had to take care of her game-face in never seen wildness.

A pond with the clearest cloud-hue water, various fishes paced around. Around the edge, the walking path had been swiped with white concrete and customized a grand spot as a leisure walk. Few flowers planted nearby to raise more of its beauty. Instead of birds, butterflies managed this environment.

"Ezz(guess), I should leave for a while."

I went back to the hotel, I took another trip to the next reality. Just for preparation if Siqura failed.

* * *

I scouted information in Steam Reality where fifth selection born.

Leaning and blending under silver-tent, I stalked little girls from tall-rock, peeking straight-through scope of night vision. Since this reality had seasoned with extreme temperature conditional, I had to wear armor that had a boiling degree. It was enough to classify how unbearable cold would be outside.

Snow already melted, but there was still white powder patched at lake-shore down there and the tip of leaves nearby. A sullen mist in every single breath from my frenzy-mouth painted the scene with a foggy board.

I added a loop of my scarf while thinking it was better if I infused scorald into my body instead. I had been avoiding using one because it overreacted my skin, pushed heat beyond a normal standard during this period.

However, as trained-soldier, it didn't cause me any issue other than disquieting. I could hold for several days like this.

I bit dinner meal, a simple nutrition biscuit of military ration; it heated automatically when unsealed its package. A convenience from my homeworld. Tasted like shit if original, but I added recipe from other worlds' secrets, now it smelled curry.

"Sister," the girl tugged her blood-related member's shirt, "what is that?"

On the smoky sky, a blur dashed across blackout, raising awareness at once toward a spiral of stars around the moon. The thick cloud spread to give path on that speeding object, more and more varied colors of stars decorated along with purplish outer space like an opening door. If factories could be limited, we could always admire this scenery.

For a couple of seconds, this oasis ― trees and a small lake in the middle desert ― brightened as if was daylight, the shattering sound of mortar burned inside my ears. I could see smoke trail noised behind the object, moving even faster than a jet.

My eyes barely erased if I didn't hurry kick night vision out of the way. Headache attacked for a bit, I reset my position behind sniper in an effort not to miss anything. The GUI(graphic user interface) in hi-tech scope highlighted the two targets, once again.

"Shooting star! Quick, Erlina, make a wish."

"Wish?" Erlina stood, almost at the same height as her older sister. "Give me a giant baniple!"

"That's only you want?"

"Hm. We can share with Mom and Dad. It's win-win."

"Win-win?" Erlina's big sister, Alexina. As an older, she acted like a responsible sibling. Well, if she was in the first place, she would never drag her little sister out from the safe zone. They might not clear yet about why their parents told them to never wandering in the wasteland.

"Ah!"

"Hah!"

The light soon vanished with the remaining firework ring, bit by bit wind burst into the sassy atmosphere. The superfluous-smokes once again obstructed the sky, reduced visibility of stars. Soon, a pile of glows coming from inside the lake gave additional light to the hazy-moon.

"It's gone," said Alexina.

The distortion assumed by them as a shooting star was a rocket. Nuke, superweapon missile actually. Currently, this Steam Reality had a war between the four biggest powers in this corrupted country. What made this place daylight a while ago was a flashing device to prevent rocket mistaking about its target. Disfavor of their technology. The trail fired toward the west, plausibly headed to Merchant Association's base.

Seeing how Erlina could smile bigger than life at the moment of harsh time was the reason I chose her as a fifth selection. Her World Value remained stable, no matter how much grief blasted to her face. Where this fry's courage linked? Did she had been brainwashed by gseiter(magic engineer)?

Whatever the owner planned for selfish desire, it wasn't my problem. Worldline had a roundabout-way to punish them. This could be given an example with the last selection of that politician. Because he deleted existence as he wanted, right now he was trapped, living there until his life resigned to the afterlife or any truth of those religions' beliefs. Heaven and Hell.

As humans didn't want to live in broken reality, these also included trees, animals, even non-living objects. What remains, essentially, nothingness. Not even his body.

"Maybe it will come again." Alexina held her sister's hand, pulled her toward the lake.

I added in a notebook about Erlina wanted baniple. It was a mutant banana. Most animals had evolved strangely because of extreme seasons in this world.

A gang of motorcycles with lighting-jackets yelled from far, their fanfare reached here.

From quick observation, they were one of the biggest powers, Gang Zer, familiar with the act of pirating, destroying, raping, slaughtering, and all of the abuse acts, totally opposite to Military Faction which protecting people.

They didn't seem to realize about Alexina and Erlina yet.

"Sister, is one jar enough?"

"It should fine." Alexina picked a flower and put it into the pail.

Even though both girls talking in a language that existed only in this Worldline, my ears could translate fluently due experience in the military. Many of my past jobs required me to creeping in various nations, countries, cities, or places with all kind cultures and tongue accents. Moreover, with my World Blueprint, I synchronized those days to seven realities, improved my ability and speed of understanding seven times.

How much I understand them, depending on how hard I learned foreign languages during those days.

One with a strap shotgun around his body drifted his immense-motorcycle until the edge of the oasis. Braked at the most soaring threshold, slanted to the rear, he fixed the motorcycle up, having unbalanced difficulty for a blink. He spoke something.

I had absolutely no idea even though I kind felt hearing this language before; I never had a mission to infiltrate their hideouts during full synchronization.

Soon, motorcycles massed and parked near the oasis. Terminal scope continued plugging new information into my brain. Even it was an old model type, it had implemented with alien tech.

At the stern of the sniper rifle, there was a protective aquatic cable that connected into my chest. Through this small network, it strengthened my focus to augment my field skill ten times better. It gave me some interfaces into my vision but it couldn't help me with night vision. So I depended on the scope to aid me with darkness.

"Hm?" Alexina started picking echo of numerous engines, walking closer to several steps.

Erlina kept abducting luminescent-insects and collaring them into the jar as Alexina moved every step far away.

Eighteen men in the first troop of the group infiltrated to bushes and almost bare-trees. Other units chained and secured their motorcycles.

Without synchronization to Alien Reality, I had to cease from killing people or the cost would be overboard to restore back the link. Besides, this body still had a purpose in this world.

Maybe, I could fend them away from the lake but I didn't think these men were easy to be scared.

Without doing anything, the cable read my low electrical-thought, it then dismantled and rebooted base-bullet from the magazine, affixed properties. Instantly, at the moment.

Aligned my thoughts, my intention was to put enemies into hallucination state and hacked their moralities. And the result, a successful-window popped out about a modified-bullet window one second later. Maybe, even lesser.

The second troop of Gang Zer turned off and finished locking motorcycles as there were many trees around, hard to bring along. Their boots dug into grains of sand, lifted portion into rushy-grasses land.

However, none of them had crazy behavior. I wasn't done yet mapping everyone in the group. With limited bullets I could intervene with Worldline, I had to count every shot. Bringing otherworld technology with World Blueprint unpredictably cost my World Value. My method was to scare everyone with one shot at maximum disruption.

Gang Zer was coming near, Alexina became warier with chat of people nearby.

The progress bar at the corner of my eyes computed {87%} of the battlefield, including prediction of wind or any randomness that could cancel my strategy to failure. Minimized cost of World Value with the best plan I could possibly do with this sniper.

"This should be enough." Erlina bottled glowfly(mutant firefly), jailed inside the jar full of liquid, blueish-green toward lemon-yellow, radiated through the glass surface. "Sister! I'm done ― mmm."

Alexina shut her mouth and dragged her into the nearest bush. I saw the glows inside disappeared, probably she hid the jar behind to prevent seen by the Gang Zer.

Steady, I aimed toward the one that seemed like a leader. His hair spiked in whole head, making it seemed like durian(fruit with a skin of numerous thorns). My index finger tapped on the side's trigger, counting my heartbeat to spend plenty of seconds.

Trees were blushing to right, at cold-blowing command.

{91%}

The Gang Zer talked with a foreign language again, hauled a box of alcohol bottles. Some of them built a campfire, hauled grill, arranged sack of meats, umbrellas, chairs...did they having a party here? What for?

From where Alexina and Erlina hiding, the north filled with another tall and the end rocks. There weren't many bushes toward the west where they could sneak around. As for east, place for motorcycles, a lot of turrets and bots posted there to protect their belongings.

Alexina and Erlina trapped. I couldn't see them inside, but I was sure they were daunting and emitting distress-signals so they weren't found until morning. Luckily, I chose tonight to observe Erlina.

Then, I was curious if Siqura had passed the first trial. Well, it wasn't that easy.

A towering-arrow haired man saw bush moving, approaching toward a skateboard. It was used by Alexina and Erlina to cross the desert. The man picked it, looking around. He whistled toward gang, waving skateboard.

Shifting back to the scope, I orbited the silenced-muzzle between targets.

The boss Gang Zer ordered him to do something while shaking the bottle.

Laughing and yelling, the man bashed head straight through skateboard, his arrow hair remained hard. The skateboard cracked half, engine parts buzzed and shattered, some gears ricocheted out.

All of them were slowly moving toward the bush, the boss shoved his hand inside without pay attention to danger.

Alexina's body was lifted up. "Aaaaaah!" She tried to escape from grip by biting his hand.

{98%}. It hanged up on {anticipation randomness}. I wondered what made it had to load so many variables. It couldn't be broken, could it?

The boss stayed unfaltering, wriggled his tongue that binding with a ring. He screamed something, everyone raised hands in hurray. The arrow haired man flipped up and down acute-knife. Some of them took out a chain and a pillar iron, paraded toward the campfire.

While sniper assessing their abilities and weapons, the little girl Erlina quitted from the bush and charged with fury, humiliated progress down to {52%}.

However, it didn't hang anymore and the progress bar quickly perked up, seven percent every second.

She jumped and threw jar of glowflies, right on his head. Container plucked apart, between glasses sprinkle water flew out from rifts and rained down to his strapped clothes. The boss stoned as his current mental, let go Alexina's hand.

Alexina turned around and hugged Erlina, titled her to back. She pointed a knife that stolen from the arrow-head man, with shaky hands.

The leader's humorous evacuated, turning slowly as glowflies which could fly and swim at the same time, poking and biting his contracted-nose. The glows from insects circulated into scarlet, shouting in a smack of violence. Even so, the boss of Gang Zer stayed firm, unmovable. He idled on the same spot, stretching out shotgun toward Alexina like a robot.

I gave one smile to {100%}. "" It meant, rest in heaven. One bullet disposed toward him.

The boss flapped toward back to check his wound when suddenly dropped as if seeing a ghost on the sky, paddling backward while shooting at nonsense. Of course, nothing was there.

Everyone stared at him who pointed shotgun to people around, his eyes expanded huge and cycled to a different person, probing for something.

Nothing more terrific in war than an invisible enemy.

After his shotgun emptied, he screamed and pulsed toward motorcycles. Without warning anything.

Men and women in group suspended, watching their commander scrammed at the swarm of glowflies. They didn't sure what to do, one attempted to take Alexina and Erlina back with them.

My hand pulled tumbler, sniper filled plain bullet to the chamber, recreated the same type of bullet model. I pressed trigger when the man touched Erlina.

"Gayahgaya!" said the man in his language, held his arm even though nothing strange appeared. He also fled toward motorcycles after abused metal bat to his own shoulder, broke his arm in the process. The engine could be heard fading toward southeastern, faster than it made sense.

That last shot was able to shake about four men and six women in the group. However others, they dragged out weapons, discharged toward both girls as hostages for an unknown sniper. Gunpowder, plasma, nail guns, laser swords...all kind weapon sourced from Steam Reality.

I gritted my eyes, tried deleting my irritation when World Value fetched a damn pack. if this arena of Second Alien War, I had been found before the second shot. I considered it as lucky.

I mobilized another force for the last shot. The bullet germinated to the center of the group, created weakened-chaos which only the effected-person knew. Only then, they surrendered at something that no one sure what their members saw, dispersed out of oasis.

By limiting World Blueprint's power to one bullet, I could minimize World Value's cost, stalled outbreak in Worldline's balance until it restored by itself.

I disassembled sniper and pulled the cable from my chest. The end of the part had plant steams that rooted into my skin, it retraced inside back to living-cable. I could felt nanocells in my body drained, the interface in my vision disappeared.

Flipped disguise sheet, I stored equipment away into the portable briefcase. Any item I put inside would be transported to Alien Reality. It was a technology I found in Rune Reality, a summoning art.

As I continued to teleport my equipment, I stared at a test tube inside a diamond-hard capsule, made from spaceship's material. It could only be open with my biometric authentication and I never did except to alter molecules inside.

Abruptly as I shut the lid in absent mind, my mouth coughed, blood pouring on my hand, drooled on the top surface of the briefcase. It seemed darker and thicker than before. Few pieces of bones swam in the puddle, constantly some were scratching around my throat before out. Pushed one leg up, I jumped down from high altitude, bumped, I walked toward the lake, gargled internal mouth.

My hand's touch had cracked the layer of the lake's surface with after winter alike. It was extremely cold, but not in the level beyond of freezing point, although few uneven-ice pieces floated. Glowflies inside water paddled away from me. Some of them gone in trace became foods for fishes.

I blew out remaining blood in my nose to ground, splattered onto the grass.

"Sister." Erlina shook Alexina's body as she examining the skateboard. "Glowflies, escaping."

"How can we go home now...sniff..." Alexina was crying and soaking her eyes.

Erlina kept bugging her sister about glowflies, didn't understand terror if Gang Zer brought them to their hideout.

"Are you two okay?" I declared my presence. Since radiation a bit higher in some areas, I wore an air-filtering mask since the beginning. So, my voice was echoing before vocalized out.

"Hah!" Alexina pulled Erlina, tried to stand. "Ah!" She crouched, unable to calm her shaking.

"Don't worry. I'm...member of Military Faction." Since they were only kids, I didn't need to give an elaborate lie.

Erlina peeked over Alexina's shoulder, looking upset but then revoked to life. "Oooh! Mister Storg. Long time."

I had the first contact with Erlina before when listed her as one of the selections. It seemed like she still remembered me after six months. I surprised she could do that with my face partly covered. Even Siqura forget.

"Waltren Eragle. Not Storg."

"Um...but mister is looked like super Storg. Gacha gacha."

{Storg} was their language for {Strong} and {Gacha gacha} was a cry made from a gorilla mutant. The girl just spouted nonsense after I lifted six sacks of beans in one trip. In order to investigate about Erlina, I stationed myself into their village for one week.

"Is that true...sniff...?" Alexina held her leg.

I nodded. I was afraid if she might worry since I barely saw her in the village during my stay.

She was busy writing storybooks to sell in the inter-world market. I had read one which personally the most of best seller, {Undersea Love by Alexina Garswonzer}. It was a bit surprising that this young girl could write romance. Well, probably due to how many books she had bang as a hobby. Even me who had zero knowledge in romance had some idea about the date and whatnot. I just realized how pitiful my life.

But since she didn't avoid me, I could move closer.

Lowered myself, I sprayed anti-infection before looped bandage on top of her knee. Alexina glanced, didn't speak much. My eyes hawked toward dead skateboard. A hovering board engineered steasis(modern converted steam energy).

Once the sun raised, the heat would be enormous, enough to melt metal. The distance between this oasis ― mysteriously survive ― and their village would take six hours on a child's foot. The morning was about coming in a one-and-half hour. They were going to be cooked into bone only one second under the sunlight before reaching the village.

Around daylight also, this place would become a sleeping area for mutant animals. If Alexina and Erlina remained here until next night, well, some animals' stomach would be filled. Even they could hide and hold, wandering-hunters might be preying here too.

Either way, they were trapped.

I could use World Blueprint to move them into the village, but it wasn't a good idea to bring them along. This act would distort Worldline, making it hard to control cause and effect.

"Mister Storg! Are you save us just now?"

"Who knows." I gazed toward the sky, checking compass direction through moon position.

"Come on, Mister! Don't be silly."

Most parts were unusable to fix the skateboard. Behind me, there were items left by Gang Zer. None of them booked parts for it, other than three-days of a banquet.

"We have no choice." I unrolled aluminium-map. "Probably stop at Aivena City, buy some parts...take shelter...until night. Might as well...rent a car."

What was it? Did I see something that not make sense? But what? What that strange and weird feeling I received a while ago?

I looked at Aivena City representing a city icon. No matter how hard I inspected the name, I couldn't recall anything about the only city in deserted-land. Yet, my heart transmitted a protest. Something didn't make sense here.

"But dad and mum will get worried." Erlina's smile lessened.

My uneasy was cut by her voice. I glanced to the side. "No choice." I patted her hair. "You both are too tiddler to resist colrald."

"Tiddler..." Erlina stressed her forehead.

I might use an incorrect or unintelligible word. I only had experience with their language for about three months. As for six months ago, I cheated with World Blueprint, modified everyone to talk in my language instead.

"Choose." I rotated toward crying-Alexina. "Die here or survive?"

She looked scared when I asked her that. What I said wrong this time?

"Sister." Erlina held Alexina's arm, aided her to stand.

Ezz, I would use World Blueprint when desperate.

"Safe period will over." I placed the skateboard into my backpack. "Let's go," lifted both of them in my arms, I dispatched out from oasis in hurry, seeing moon accelerated down toward west.