"Bell, bell..."

The bell rings.

This is what I heard when I opened my eyes, and then a sudden pain hit my head, and I couldn't help but open my eyes and sit up. A place surrounded by coffins, tombstones, broken walls, twisted trees, gray skies, and myself always blown by the wind, where is this, how I feel a little familiar somehow.

Dragged myself forward, what was written on the ground that was glowing, I looked over, I couldn't distinguish the words, the water stretched into the distance, I had to continue to walk forward, a cloaked monster looked at me, bare dry skin, thinking that I rushed over, I instinctively waved my hand, a sword appeared in my hand, a sword slashed down the rushing guy, it screamed and fell.

Only then did I react and look at myself, the self wrapped in armor, the self wrapped in coldness, should be a knight, but even so, who am I? Where is this and what am I doing here? Is the fallen guy dead? A wisp of white stuff poured into my body, and I felt something and didn't feel anything.

A fork in the road appeared in front of him. I was standing at the interweaving point, with a gap in the mountain on one side and a black boulder on the other. With the idea of finding the truth, I immersed myself in the water and walked to the other side, and at the end, there was only a small white mixture, and I got up from it, as if there was a warmth, but I was disappointed, and I turned back and returned to the fork in the road.

Another guy appeared, still waving my right hand, and fell, but there was an altar-like thing, a fellow also dressed as a knight, lying in the gap, and the white mixture was on his chest, as if it was Xi, I reached out and touched it, and got the bottle full of blue substance. Curious about himself, drinking it, Chaos's mind was restored a little, as if he remembered something, but he didn't. I don't know why, but I walked forward again.

In ruins, many of the guys who resembled that guy, leaning on something, or sitting, or with their backs to me, all had an inexplicable urge for me, or should I say hatred? The weapon swung straight at me, and I fought back, so that they couldn't move as if they were stressed, and the tiny white streams continued to pour into my body, and I felt more and more satisfied.

Continuing to explore, I discovered another hidden path, and walked forward curiously, only to be half-soaked in water, and something wrote in it: "Turn back!" But I was even more curious, and as I took a step, a larger white mass appeared, and the blue ore cluster on the other side.

I walked over and tried to touch the white thing, but what I didn't expect was that the blue thing moved, it stood up, it stood taller than me, the ore on its body rubbed and echoed in my ears, and then it was about to press down, and it retreated in horror, shaking and unsteady, and turned and ran, but it didn't seem to intend to let me go, and the sound of clicks followed.

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I didn't dare to look back, I couldn't look back, the exhaustion quickly swallowed myself, I could no longer run, jumped into the water, so into the slit, only then did I dare to look back, the monster no longer chased me, the frightened self no longer intended to continue to explore, back to the ruins, out of the gap in the mountain, the gray sky almost pressed itself down, and then before I had taken a few steps, it suddenly opened up, a snow-capped mountain, connected with a piece of sky.

My heart calmed down because of this, and there was a road on my left, and I walked along the anxiety, and at the end, I saw a building standing on a high place, and what was it, and a voice in my heart told me to go over. A few more steps followed, and a sword was seen, stuck in the burning fire, white ashes.

As if instinctively approaching, I sat down, and my body and mind gradually recovered in this warmth, and the bottle I took out was also replenished, and I was filled with joy.

I don't know how long it took, but I finally decided to get up, decided not to just listen to the wind, and to move on, on one side there was a platform to jump on, and on the other side there was a narrow road, I decided to take it steady, walk on the road, and clear the guys one by one, but I came to another fork in the road, a more dangerous road, a road to the wreckage gate.

On the dangerous road, only one person could be reached, I saw a guy with a shield, and in the distance there was an enemy with a bow and arrow, and I was unnaturally afraid, but so what, what was behind the enemy. I rushed over, hoping that the enemy would not have time to shoot the arrow, but the other enemy took up his shield and stood in front of me, and at the same time the arrow with fire came out, and I rolled unexpectedly and squeezed him down. Bottomless below, there was a chill. Without waiting for any time, I rushed forward, slashed him down, and picked up the mass, a black jug of flames, which I threw into the distance, causing a small booming explosion.

Perhaps, this can be used as a killer feature. Returning the way I came, I walked towards the gate of the ruins, and the enemy found me, took up his bow, and I would not give him a chance to shoot an arrow, rushed up and cut him down. Just as I was about to rejoice that I had finally walked to this door, I heard a noise behind me, it was another enemy, and it just so happened that the blood on the sword had not yet cooled down.

So, I saw a ball of light, something that attracted me, and I wanted to climb up, but I couldn't jump, as if something was missing, so I had to go up again, and jump down little by little, it was just a larger warm current, but I felt the mutilation of this body.

I went back to the door, looked at myself again, and walked in, and there was a huge tree beside it, and it grew on a huge open coffin, and there was a circle of water on the ground, and in the center of the ground there was a warrior, a warrior I did not know, and a spiral sword pierced his heart, whether he had risen from that coffin, and yet he was on his knees like this. I don't know if he's still alive, just silent, like a statue, and behind him there's some dark substance, flowing, converging into tentacles.

Searching around, there was a door in front of me, I pushed hard, but I didn't move at all, turned back, looked at everything around me, and there was only one place left without exploration. I held my breath and walked up to him, who was silent, cold, and squirming, as if restrained and unyielding. Stretching out his hands, he grabbed the spiral sword and pulled it out little by little.