Illimitable Until Death

--" Future Vision ".

Ability to see future moves that have not yet been determined in time frame, regardless of the offense taken by the opponent, in advance.

That's Pan Dora's ability.

This is called predicting the future.

So, what is humanity's most distant future?

--" Death ".

There can be no escape from the ultimate future.

In terms of ability, Pan Dora does count as a level of violation.

However, the price of using this pure star-studded weapon is to experience your own death in your dreams.

Sick to death.

Old man.

Starving to death.

Freeze to death.

Burn to death.

Killed.

These deaths, through Pan Dora's ability, will be fully reproduced in the dream and given to the user.

Therefore, those who use Pan Dora will have to experience their own death every day in their dreams.

Such an outcome has no second meaning, apart from the unimaginable horrors and suffering it brings.

At this moment, Minori finds herself in such pointless death.

I wonder if Pan Dora really cares very much about the relationship between the parties. At the moment he falls into the palm of the party, this very bad pure star brilliant weapon forcibly drags the sides into the dream and shows them all kinds of death.

In addition to being killed by Sylvie at first, Fan Xinglu killed him, Zhao Hufeng killed him, Cecily killed him, Brothers and Sisters Li killed him, and even the students of the Dragon surrounded him to death.

Then Pan Dora began to disguise the rest of the death given to the party.

Was killed by an opponent during the Star Martial Arts Festival.

Drowning in a storm while out at sea.

He was caught in the explosion and burned alive.

Live on the streets in a war city and starve to death.

Even in the course of the practice, there was no cause for sudden death.

A kind of death, successively came to the body of the square, tormenting the human body and mind.

But in the face of all this, the square is like a bystander, experiencing unimaginable calm and silence.

And as the experience progresses, the feeling in the square is generated.

“Too small...”

Yes, it is.

It's too small.

Sick to death?

“It's just death...”

Old man?

“It's just death...”

Starving to death?

“It's just death...”

Frozen?

“It's just death...”

Killed?

“After all, it's just me dying alone...”

Is that what "death" looks like?

“Isn't that right? ”

At least, in a world filled with a cracked line watched countless times, human death is only the tiniest part.

“In my words, that's seen a richer, broader" death "...”

People die.

Things die.

Sick death.

Psychic death.

Everything has been seen and even understood.

What's a man's death compared to all this?

So, Fang Li has the right to say so.

“Too small...”

In the infinite darkness, in your dreams, your head is raised slowly.

Ice blue eyes appear in their eyes.

The sharp dagger was held in his hand.

“The real" death "should be like this...”

Crack-like dead lines appear in front of the square like a crack.

That's the "death" of dreams.

“That's called" death "...”

As soon as the voice fell, the dagger in the hand slowly cut past along the cracked dead line.

“Bang --! ”

With the sound of broken glass, dark dreams persist in shattering.

It was, was killed.

……

“ ———— ”

Outside the dream, before the school door, a silent scream sounded like an ultrasound, extremely abrupt.

The pair of double-edged blades held tightly in the hand by the square, the previous second still shining bright red light, like a pair of devilish eyeballs of universal crystal, as if suffering any irritation, flashing unrelentingly.

“Oh?”

“What's the matter? ”

Both Fan Xinglu and Claudia were surprised to see the scene with their own eyes.

At this moment, even though no substantial voice was heard, neither Fan Xinglu nor Claudia heard a scream.

That was the cries of Pan Dora.

That scream was full of horror.

That scream was full of fear.

It was like seeing something terrible, and Pan Dora screamed silently and shook up.

Even Fan Xinglu and Claudia could see that.

Pan Dora wants to open the hand in the recipe.

Like trying to break free of the horrible monster, full of horror.

Claudia first understood Pan Dora's performance as the person who actually held these pairs of brilliant stars.

“Is it, in fear? ”

Claudia couldn't help but be shocked.

Scared?

Pan Dora is scared?

Pan Dora, who enjoyed the death of the bearer and had always given the bearer a varied experience of death, was afraid?

“How...”

In Claudia's low whisper, her eyelids trembled in front of her, holding a devious double-edged square, slowly opening her eyes.

“Buzz buzz --! ”

The devilish double-edged trembles even more.

Feeling the backlash from above his hands, he lowered his head and looked at Pan Dora and said this with a hint of ridicule in his eyes.

“But so. ”

By the way, throw your double-edged blade straight back to Claudia.

Claudius Yardon suddenly and subconsciously put Pan Dora in his hand.

“Psst! ”

Immediately, the evil double-edged blade, like being liberated, emitted a red light, which dissolved the solidification and returned to the engine state, falling into Claudia's hands.

The light around them dimmed until it completely disappeared.

As if nothing had happened, everything had returned to calm.

“Looks like it's over.” Fan Xinglu, with an elusive smile, said to the square: “How do you feel? ”

“Not so good.” I shrugged my shoulders and replied honestly: "I feel a little bored coming and going all by myself. ”

“Really?” said Van Singh Luton with a happy smile. "In the face of what you understand as" death, "Pan Dora's" death "is indeed too insignificant. This time the water really flushed down the Dragon King Temple. ”

It seems that Fan Xinglu enjoyed this development quite a bit.

Only Claudia, holding Pan Dora's engine, turned her eyes to the square and her eyes were extremely complex.

“Little" Death "? ”

That's the biggest irony about Claudia.

After all, Claudia has endured this "death".

It took a whole number of years.