I Want To Be a Hero Who Can Connect To the Dimension

Wearing a cocked hat with white feathers, she walked in with her head lowered.

The tall, slender but powerful figure that looks like a cheetah is completely covered in black gloves and leather. If you match it with some pure white clothing or accessories, you can definitely show the charm of the other party.

Of course, the other party did the same, except that the ties on the chest and neck of the white court shirt were stained with blood, and the blood was still slowly falling on her left wrist, smashing into the clean coffee shop. on the floor.

The golden pendant with emeralds the size of a pebble shook slightly on the other's chest, then she lifted her head and pointed the pair of pale blue eyes at Jon.

"A corpse that is supposed to rest well, is it worth fighting for the superiors?"

The lady who opened the door slowly said towards Jon, without any emotional fluctuations in her tone. Although she seemed to be questioning and gave Jon a very strange title, she herself seemed to care nothing about it.

She just stepped forward and sat on the stool with her legs up, waiting for Jon's answer.

The icy appearance made Yingshanren rub his arms exaggeratedly, then cast a look at Jon, stood up and prepared to go back.

However, during the whole process, the new visitor never put his sight on Yingshanren.

Jon just shrugged his shoulders and replied with a smile: "Interesting souls have always been my goal, but I am curious, Ms. Maria from the Star Clock Tower..."

Jon poured Maria a cup of black tea.

"Why do you think of me as the superior?"

Jon was also a little surprised. The unexpected new guest was Maria, a former hunter from the Blood Cursed World. However, judging from the current state of the opponent, he should have committed suicide in the real world, but was cursed and pulled into a nightmare. exist.

Of course, Jon didn't think too much about whether Maria was really dead, after all, everything could happen in that strange world.

Maria may be dead in the physical world in the real world, but her soul was captured by the power of the curse, imprisoned in a nightmare, and then guarding the secret. Why would the opponent be considered the superior?

Maria did not think about this issue, because she knew that the healing church pursued by committing serious sins cannot be treated with common sense, as if she was dead, but her soul was drawn into a nightmare. Among them, all the time is not facing the memory that makes her painful and self-blaming.

She lives on the top floor of the Star Clock Tower, guarding the secret behind her that should not be unearthed, covering up the sins committed by the hunters.

She used the reason that she was dead to persuade herself, let herself sit on that chair in a state where she had committed suicide by cutting her wrists, pretending that she could not hear the sounds in the nightmare that almost broke her.

Even at the top floor, she could clearly hear the wailing of the patients in the laboratory building, where no one was calling her, calling her name all the time.

Calling...

"Ah...Ms. Maria, Ms. Maria... please take my hand and help me so that I don't become addicted..."

"Ms. Maria, please don't leave..."

"Ms. Maria, I'm so painful, please kill me..."

The patients respected her, but she knew that she was the one who caused these patients to suffer such suffering. It was her and those hunters who were also imprisoned in the nightmare that opened the box that brought disasters. .

She is dead, but because of the curse left by the superior, she was imprisoned in the nightmare, staying in the nightmare that caused her pain, and can take her to other dreams, except for the existence of the same superior. Besides, Maria really couldn't think of other possibilities, even if she didn't really understand the existence of the superior.

and...

She seemed to be able to smell a faint breath on the other person, which was somewhat similar to her but seemed completely different, as if it were more advanced and even unconsciously wanted to worship.

Did the other party successfully rise from the filthy blood race to the upper rank?

She is the cousin of the filthy blood queen, so knowing that the queen has always been eager to give birth to a blood child, has the other party succeeded?

Maria didn't know, but she didn't care about these things anymore. She didn't know too much about the existence of the superiors and didn't want to know too much.

She herself is a contradictory person. As a Cain noble, she hates the power of blood. It is precisely because she admires German’s pure fighting skills that she joined the hunter organization, but it is precisely because of this choice that gives She brought endless regrets.

Maria was silent and did not answer Jon's question.

Jon was not in a hurry, but quietly pushed the black tea cup in front of her.

The heat coming out of the black tea cup seemed to warm the dead but alive body a lot, but in the end Maria still didn't pick up the black tea.

She just sat quietly like a real corpse.

But only Maria herself knew that she was just experiencing this rare quiet time.

Here, she seemed to have forgotten the sins she had committed, and the wailing of those patients no longer sounded in her ears, as if she could fall into a real sleep in the next second, but after all, she still did not indulge in such a beautiful thing. middle.

Maria raised her head again, glanced at Jon calmly, and stood up to leave here.

"Don't you sit for a while?" Jon said without looking up, "I thought you would have a lot of questions, such as about the secrets here."

This sentence caused Maria to stop where she was, turning her head slightly, revealing a slightly pale side face.

"But it's a secret, isn't it?"

After speaking, Maria walked towards the door step by step.

She couldn't understand this place, just like she couldn't understand the power of the superiors, and couldn't understand how greedy humans would become.

Some secrets are really hard to resist, like hunters who used to knock open the skulls of innocent villagers, trying to find the eyes that exist in the brain.

But a secret is a secret because it has a value that needs to be concealed.

"Goodbye, kind-hearted high-ranking kinsman..." Maria glanced at Gan Qiao, who was sleeping on the sofa. She could feel that the other party's body was on the verge of collapse, but she was in a strange little place here. Slowly recovering in the dream.

Coupled with the sense of peace that made her feel at ease and want to sleep peacefully here forever, Maria did not choose to delve into the other party’s secrets, nor did she ask her identity, but was ready to go back and continue to guard the secrets hidden behind her. .

but...

"Really interesting answer." Jon felt that Maria seemed to have misunderstood his identity. After all, the Blood clan in the Kamen Rider Build world and the filthy blood clan in the Blood Curse world are completely irrelevant, maybe He had such a similar breath and was misunderstood by the other party.

Jon didn't intend to explain too much, but took out a contract and threw it to Maria.

"But it's rare to see an interesting blood family, it would be a shame to miss it like this."

The golden contract was caught by Maria's hand, and then merged into her body.

But even so, the expression on her face was still unwavering, and she did not express any doubts about the existence of the contract.

In her eyes, this is just a tool for her to go from a nightmare to another dreamland. As for the wish? Perhaps it's just the unique style of the superior, just like those unfortunate fishermen who once begged the superior Kos for a generous catch.

Maria left like this, and she didn't show the attitude of coming back from beginning to end, but Jon knew very well that the other party would come back.

Because everyone here has a reason to come.

As the door of the coffee shop was closed, the coffee shop fell into silence again, and Maria returned to the Star Clock Tower.

She sat back in her place.

Sitting obliquely holding the hilt of the sword with his legs up, his drooping face was completely covered by the black three-cornered hat.

This time, she did not sit in the appearance of committing suicide by cutting her wrists, but in the most familiar posture during her lifetime.