Irwin couldn't do it. Even if he wrote it, the words would not become reality. Irwin felt that this was an idealistic power. Only if he sincerely believed it and followed logic could the story continue.

Huge pain tortured Irwin, and he scratched his head vigorously, his palms covered with blood and gray hair.

In the large, deathly silent library, the crisp mechanical sound of tapping keys suddenly sounded. Irwin raised his head and looked at the paper blankly. He clearly had no keys, but the typewriter took the initiative to write a story on its own.

A line of text emerged, written from Irwin's first-person perspective.

"The hunters finally received my letter, and they came to rescue me...to step into this terrible hell."

Reality and illusion correspond to each other and influence each other.

Bologg stood up from the muddy ground with difficulty. Palmer and Aimu were beside him. Miraculously, they did not get separated. Then he raised his head. Bologg saw a large sea of ​​daisies.

The castle that symbolizes the end of everything is behind this sea of ​​flowers.

"Is that really the case?"

Bologg said to himself, the uniform on his body disappeared and turned into a hunter's costume. This damn role-playing game was not over after all. Fortunately, Bologg held it again.

Lifting the long and narrow sword blade in his hand, the dark bite seemed to swallow up all the light.
Chapter completed!