Uplifting Journey

A dimly lit hallway, flanked by rusty old metal railing doors, and behind the railings is a small, cold stone cell ...

When Diablo came back to God, he found that he had gone from a prison controlled by Polpo to another familiar and unfamiliar prison.

The substitute's feedback to the chest's phantom pain reminded him of what happened before-driven by the inexplicable whisper in his soul, he pierced the body of the Scarlet King with an arrow obtained from Polbona and completed an item Mysterious ceremony.

"... What the **** happened? Where is this?" Awake Diapolo found the ambivalent memories and chaotic whispers that had been tormenting his spirit before, and at this moment completely disappeared, his consciousness finally ushered in Calm and sane.

The outstretched palm passed through the iron railing as if blowing air, which made Diapollo aware of the essence of the place: "Illusion? Is this a stand-in attack? Wait ..."

After looking closely at the surrounding environment, Diapolo's face changed slightly: "I ... I remember here, I've been there once ..."

The red-haired man who stepped unconsciously glanced over the left and right people or unmanned prisons. He gradually speeded up in the cold corridor and hurried to somewhere in the vague memory.

After looking at a familiar number plate, Diablo slowed down, and his heartbeat accelerated slightly. He stared at the metal railing of a cell and approached slowly.

Things in that cell gradually appeared in his field of vision, and then he saw ... a woman with wavy, long black hair and a thin figure was sitting in a daze on a simple iron-frame bed.

That's ... his mother.

The next moment, a familiar sense of time and space was swept across, and Diablo had flashed a crimson light covering the sky, then he widened his eyes and saw the woman in the cage in front of him knowing when With a high belly, he screamed screamingly.

The female prison guard heard the news, and Diablo, who was like a ghost, stood there, and was passed back and forth by the prison guard and the medical staff. He stared at the woman who delivered in the cell and listened between the prison guard and the female prisoner. All the conversations in my heart are incredible--

"This is ... time to get rid of? My birth ... actually ..."

After watching the whole process of "your own" birth, Diabolo watched the weird red-haired baby who came to this world in a strange way.

At this time, a familiar teenager's voice came from his side: "Why are you shocked? You should know the beginning and end of everything ..."

Diapolo leaned sideways and saw a red-haired boy with ponytails and faint freckles.

That's ... Tobio.

As the baby was wiped by the medical staff and transferred to the hand of the dark-haired woman lying on the bed, Tobbio turned around and spread his hands to the distressed Diapolo: "Don't look at me like this, these Things that you should have shown me, who knows how vulnerable you are to the distortion of the timeline? "

Diablo, who can't understand the status quo, is silent--

Originally unable to occupy the body for a long time, he has been visible from the beginning of the battle in the silent city, showing no signs of falling asleep. From this, he consciously realized that another personality may be out of order, but he was difficult to think under the impact of chaotic memory. I didn't expect that another person would appear to myself in this way ...

In the silence, the whole illusion changed drastically again, and the original cold prison was switched into a simple church.

Under the swaying candlelight, the priest and the red-haired boy who ran the church faced each other at the humble wooden table, drinking coffee and discussing their future life plans.

Diapolo's gaze stayed on the face of the priest who adopted him for a moment, then turned his eyes away and looked at the floor of the next room.

The power of the epitaph made his eyes penetrate the floor tiles and saw the miserable dark-haired woman whose limbs were scrapped and her mouth stitched with needles and needles in the narrow space below.

Tobyo, who is more mature than the teenager sitting at the table, appeared next to Diablo's focus. He nodded to the ground, listening to the faint cavity echoing, turning his head to Diablo. Luo showed a soaking smile:

"I'm curious, what kind of mentality did you use to teach me to do this kind of thing ..."

The woman imprisoned underground, wounds and hunger continue to deepen and recover in the tragic change of time, only the broken soul continues normally in the messy timeline.

Diablo, who has gradually adapted to the timeline jumping phenomenon, looks at the woman below the floor spliced ​​from different timeline clips and soaked in pain and darkness for a long time. The memories associated with it are little by little Emerged from the bottom of my heart-

He has an innate mission. He is destined to stand on the top. He must transform the weak and superficial personality of Mu Na, so that the weak guy named Tobio becomes his own appearance ...

To this end, he shaped Tobio's distorted three perspectives with evil whispers and cruel behavior, and he drove Tobio to take action on the tainted woman, completely burying his strange and humble birth, let this one The country boy born in prison embarked on a dark no return.

Watching the priest in the illusion discover the secret under the floor in a coincidence, watching the red-haired boy in the illusion walking with a dagger, Diapolo's eyes focused on Tobio, who was watching the drama, and bite Gritted his teeth and asked, "Who the **** are you ?!"

"Who am I? I'm Tobbio ..." Looking at the church lit by a teenager in a fantasy world, Tobbio turned his head to look at Diablo, "I want to ask you, you know yourself Who is it? Um ... do you remember what the psychologist said? "

The words of a psychiatrist who had been killed by Diapolo echoed in his ears at this moment: "... the long-term oppression caused by the special origin, coupled with the relatively closed environment of the village ... you, your The birth may be just a fantasy of Tobiao shifting pressure and guilt ... "

A fierce wave of his hand dispelled the emerging illusion, and Diablo, who was struggling to escape from the disordered memory, groaned, "Do n’t kid me, Tobio! I am Diablo, the master of this body, you are nothing but me A prop for concealing identity! I didn't look like you when I was a kid, and my name was not Tobio! "

"Oh, 'the past' is really fragile. You didn't think so just now ..." Tobio shook his head. "Although the psychiatrist was just a mere mortal, he was not wrong. ——I am the master of this body. You are nothing but a phantom of my existence ...

"Think about it, dear boss, the 'inherent mission' that you have been talking about. Do you really know what it is? What about the 'trials' you gave me? You Are you sure there is no problem with your past memory? Are you sure that there will be people in this world who ignore their surnames and name their children 'Dia Polo'? "

The word Diabolo has many traceable origins in terms of transliteration and form, but its main context has a concept that cannot be ignored-the devil.

In front of the ugly face of Diablo, Tobbio approached step by step: "You forgot your mission ~ www.readwn.com ~ Diablo, you should have died after completing the soul matching guide, but But he loves people's prosperity, perfunctory to trials, has always occupied my body, and even thinks that he is truly 'self' ...

"I don't blame you, really ..." Tobio, who walked in front of Diablo, looked at the other person's confused eyes, said in a distant tone, "I sacrificed the future near the 'end' and found it back. Only after real memory did I understand our mission and what our enemies are. The two-year pregnancy during which the mother was forcibly removed allowed us to avoid the danger of 'starting point', but also ushered in too much of our birth and growth. twists and turns...

"Now, it's time to end dormancy. We must make our sacrifice in this world of change more meaningful. Come on, see ourselves, accept me, and be one with me, and wake up our true power!"

Diablo stepped back subconsciously. In Tobia's pupils who seemed to be burning with flames, he saw his reflection-a red and white figure with a weird miniature face on his forehead.

Diapollo lowered his head and looked at his crimson arms covered by the white grid: "... I ... are the crimson kings?"

"No," Tobbio grabbed Diablo's arm, "'we're the crimson king!"