Free Web NovelLin Ye slept until nine in the morning before finally crawling out of bed. That slightly chubby lizard had somehow climbed onto his head at some point and was now sleeping sprawled across his face.
The lizard's belly was incredibly soft and squirmed gently.
Lin Ye placed the lizard onto the goat head lying beside him, then stretched his body by the bedside.
The little dog lay on the floor staring at Lin Ye. Little Black had been trying to lose weight recently—its body had grown too thick, making it inconvenient to move around inside the shelter.
Lin Ye first went to the Rule Mining Area to dig for an hour, then returned to the shelter, lay back down on the bed, and began his daily simulation.
[Please choose to start a new simulation mission or enter the simulation base]
"Start a new simulation mission."
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[Simulated D-Class Personnel: Evans]
[Obtained Special Ability: Blend into the Environment]
[Blend into the Environment]
[You can blend into the environment and become part of it (1/1)]
[Note: As long as you stay still, no one will be able to find you]
[Remaining Simulation Attempts: 10]
Evans stared blankly at a certain spot, his gaze somewhat dazed.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I supposed to do?
This wasn't some philosophical question—he genuinely had no idea about any of these things.
To be precise, his mind was a complete blank. He only knew his name was Evans, but Evans was just a label. He had no past memories.
Evans looked around. He was inside a completely sealed room. One side of the room had a toilet, beside the toilet was a sink, and above the sink hung a mirror.
Although he had no memories, whenever he looked at an object, he could obtain basic information about it.
Like its name and purpose.
That was why he could still think normally now.
Evans walked to the mirror. The reflection showed the face of a young white male.
This face felt unfamiliar to him, as if he were seeing a stranger for the first time. freewebnovёl.ƈom
The door was on the other side of the room. Evans walked over and pushed against it, discovering it was locked from the outside.
This seemed to be a prison cell, and the orange suit he was wearing appeared to be prison garb.
'So I might be a prisoner. But why am I suffering from amnesia?'
Evans walked back to the mirror and checked his head—there were no signs of injury.
Thump!
A crashing sound came from outside the door. Evans whipped his head around to stare at the door. It had a small window, but it could only be opened from the outside.
Thump!
The crashing sound gradually drew closer. Evans held his breath, trying to stay as quiet as possible.
Thump!
The crashing sounded right outside the cell, and suddenly the cell door swung open.
It wasn't forced open by something outside—it just cracked open a slit, as if blown by the wind.
Evans stared at the door. He pulled his left hand into his sleeve, then punched the mirror, shattering it, and picked up a sharp fragment.
But the thing making the crashing sound didn't barge into the cell. Through the door crack, he saw nothing pass by outside.
Evans approached the door, holding the mirror shard. Outside was dead silent—the earlier crashing had vanished.
Just as Evans was about to step out and take a look, the door suddenly flung wide open.
Thump!
The crashing sounded again, this time very close by and approaching the door.
Evans leaned near the doorway, extending the mirror shard outside, pointing it toward the direction of the sound.
There was nothing there.
But the crashing continued. Instead of closing the door, Evans ran out of the cell.
The moment he stepped outside, the sound abruptly stopped. The corridor was empty—nothing but the open cell door.
Evans looked around. The corridor was a straight line, lined with cells on both sides.
'Is this really a prison? Why is there no one here?'
Evans found it strange. But if this wasn't a prison, then what kind of place was it?
"Is anyone out there?"
At that moment, a man's voice sounded from the cell across from him.
Evans didn't respond. He stood beside the other cell's door and slid open the small window.
The person inside wasn't near the window. Evans used the mirror shard to observe the cell's interior, but a long, thin black object stabbed into the shard, shattering it into pieces.
'What was that?'
Evans slammed the window shut. He realized that whatever was inside didn't want to communicate—it just wanted to trick him into coming closer so it could kill him.
Clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang!
The sound of metal striking the window echoed from behind the door. Its failure to kill Evans seemed to have infuriated it.
Evans suddenly slid the window open, then immediately slammed it shut again. A section of black object was severed by the window's edge, falling onto the corridor floor.
It appeared to be some kind of biological carapace, with an extremely sharp tip.
The window's edge and the floor were stained with some dark green liquid—likely fluid from inside the carapace.
'What kind of place is this? What's inside there? Some kind of carapace monster?'
Evans moved away from the nearby cells. He had no idea what was locked inside them.
'Forget it. Let's first see if I can get out of here.' freēwēbnovel.com
Evans returned to his cell first, grabbed a few more mirror shards, then went back to the corridor, preparing to find a way out.
But as he stepped out of the cell, he suddenly noticed that the broken carapace piece on the floor had vanished. The door of the cell across from him had cracked open.
Evans watched this scene with remarkable calm—a calmness that even he found strange.
He didn't run. Instead, he gripped the mirror shard, ready to fight.
The door swung open automatically, but the cell was empty inside. No black carapace, no monster.
It was as if everything from earlier had been an illusion, leaving no trace of ever existing.
Evans suddenly lurched to the side while slashing the mirror shard behind him.
The shard touched something. Without a moment's hesitation, Evans drove it with all his strength deep into that thing, using his falling weight to tear it apart.
Warm liquid splattered onto Evans. He braced one hand on the ground, rolled diagonally forward, trying to dodge any follow-up attack from behind.
A whistling sound brushed past Evans's ear, grazing it. If he had dodged even a split second slower, that sound would have struck him.
A heavy thud came from behind—the sound of something hitting the floor. Evans rolled two more times forward before scrambling to his feet, warily staring at the cell door.
There was nothing there. No corpse, no warm liquid.
Evans looked at his right hand. No liquid. His clothes were perfectly clean.
Unless someone had washed his clothes for him without him noticing, then everything from earlier had been an illusion.
'So... am I a madman?'
'Or is there something wrong with this world?'
Evans couldn't help but sink into deep thought.
