Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 133: Killing the Lamb

"Are you nervous?" Zheng Fan suddenly asked.

Doris was no longer frightened by Zheng Fan: "There's nothing to be nervous about."

"I feel like you'll be the type who performs better on stage than when you practice off stage, a stage-type player," Zheng Fan said.

"Mr. Music, are you saying that I was terrible at practice?"

"No, can't you focus on the good side?"

“I’m a pessimist.”

"I can see that. And regarding practice, even though you wrote the score yourself, the notes you play are always different every time. There's no doubt about that." Zheng Fan shook his finger.

"Well... because when I read those passages, what I think of in my mind may not be the same every time."

"Sensationalist, very good, you seem to be becoming more and more talented." Zheng Fan applauded.

Doris walked by with her violin on her back, and there was no sign of other people in the entire building where she was. The selection was about to begin, and no normal person would go straight to the face of the big devil.

The wise thing to do is to kill other people, strengthen the Seed of Light, replenish your strength, and then face Doris in a safe state.

"By the way, I haven't asked you this before. Do you think there are any opponents worth paying attention to in the last selection?" Zheng Fan asked about a topic that he had never paid much attention to out of boredom.

"I haven't paid much attention to others. Mora used to be very good. She became the third seed all these years in pursuit of me, but now her goal is not to be selected, so she can be ruled out." Doris said frankly.

"Who is the number two seed?" Zheng Fan became concerned about this, because the second place would often develop into the "sixth place" in this kind of plot.

If the person is closest to Doris, then he must have some skills.

"I only know the name, but I don't know him." Doris said lightly.

"alright."

"However, the opponents we should focus on are not other seeds," Doris said. "The monastery and the nuns are the key."

Zheng Fan also looked at the tanks in the distance that were forming a siege around the monastery. There were also drones flying in the sky, which were used for surveillance while also carrying a considerable amount of firepower.

"Is it like this every time you choose?" Zheng asked back.

Doris nodded: "After all, someone will get angry."

"The equipment models of Dadu are quite cool." Zheng Fan raised his eyebrows, showing some interest. "It's exciting to think about a person challenging a military commander in the flesh."

"Those things are said to be weapons imported from the violent world." Doris glanced and said casually.

"Ah? Do most of them still need to be imported?"

It turns out that the world with high aesthetic standards for war is the violent world, not just the stinky world.

But what Zheng couldn't understand was that it shouldn't be impossible to produce military equipment of this level.

"It's the same gun with the same caliber and bullet, but the one made in the violent world is more powerful than the one made in the metropolis."

"I know this, but based on this factor, I don't think it's necessary to import in large quantities from others." Zheng Fan had heard this from Lin Yilin, but still didn't think it was a complete summary.

“Also, creatures from the pure white world cannot hurt us.” Doris said.

"There are actually settings? That's really weird." The mechanism of the white world is so intelligent, and it is indeed difficult for people to feel safe, even for the imitation pure white factor they made with their own hands.

Importing weapons from the violent world specifically for beating up kids...it's hard to describe.

The children in the monastery were frightened and cried when they heard this.

At this moment, a loud alarm sounded throughout the monastery, or to be more precise, throughout the entire Blackwood Town.

"The lighthouse is going to go out to concentrate its energy." Doris tightened the strap of the gigolo bag on her shoulder.

Next, Blackwood Town will enter a temporary state of martial law and activate backup light sources to prevent hallucination invasion in a short period of time. The monastery will ask them to stimulate the further birth of the seeds of light in this environment.

Without the isolation of the lighthouse, the complex desires of the black world will fall with the rain. The children will experience the greatest test, but also the best time for growth.

The voice just fell.

The dazzling white light of the lighthouse suddenly went out.

As for the surrounding environment, apart from the disappearance of the annoying light beam that swept back and forth from time to time, there seemed to be no special impact.

Zheng Fan felt a little more comfortable.

Doris was immediately reminded of some memories, but she quickly suppressed her fluctuating emotions.

This is the real dark world. When you are in it without any protection, you have to face countless thoughts all the time.

If ordinary people were exposed here, they would soon become anxious and worried and unable to control themselves, becoming walking corpses, "killed" by their own emotions, and becoming high-quality food in the eyes of those hallucinating people.

"It's time to go find Sister Nun," said Doris.

Suddenly, the windows in the corridor shattered one after another, and a figure quickly attacked Doris.

The white light turned into a huge fist and rushed towards Doris.

Doris immediately stepped aside and threw a punch forward with her free hand.

Bang!
The explosion caused by the collision destroyed the walls of the corridor. Doris retreated quickly, unharmed, while the intruder came with his big white fist, waving it repeatedly as if to vent his anger.

"Number seven." Doris called out his number.

Zheng Fan didn't seem nervous at all. Doris wasn't Lin Yilin. "Just now I said that no one would be stupid enough to show off their big boss face at the beginning of the game."

Before it was over, the sound of hurried horse hooves came from the corridor at the back, and a boy was seen riding a white warhorse, galloping down the corridor with a saber in his hand. He looked like a typical prince charming.

"Number four." Doris dodged the white horse's charge and said the number of this person.

Boom!

The ceiling was broken, and a girl with wings on her back, like an angel, spread her wings and looked at Doris with a serious expression.

"Number five."

The three top ten seeds chose to grab the start directly, which could also be a strategy, and work together to defeat the toughest opponents when each other is in the best condition.

Not just these three, if it were only these three, Doris thought they would not dare to come to her.

She soon felt that she was being targeted. In another adjacent monastery building, a child holding a white crossbow was aiming at Doris from a distance, like a sniper.

"Number six."

The floor beneath her feet was broken, and Doris dodged the attack in advance, and a girl holding a huge drill fell to the side.

"Number nine."

Finally, a man in white armor whose face could not be seen clearly walked out from the corner of the opposite corridor.

"Number eight."

The previous No. 10 was killed by Doris because he took the initiative to attack Doris in the last selection. The current No. 10 is a little worse, it seems that he was not invited or he didn't dare to come at all.

Except for the top three, the top ten are all here.

There had been no lamplighters for seven years, and Doris was not the only one who had accumulated experience. Other gifted children had also developed to a level that could no longer be accommodated in normal training facilities.

Moreover, in the selection process of the survival of the fittest, they absorbed other seeds that were much fresher and stronger than those cultivated normally. With all these factors combined, their combat power could be said to be exaggerated among all the training centers. The old woman's theory did not make sense.

But even without talking about the resource consumption and return ratio, as well as the cycle of this method, the Lamp Bearer does not just want combat power. After becoming the Lamp Bearer, the gap in combat power can be easily and quickly eliminated. What is more important is still stability.

"Besiege Guangmingding." Zheng Fan said with a smile, still calm.

While waiting to be selected to compose music together, Zheng Fan and Doris got to know each other better.

Doris looked at each of them and said, "I don't want to fight you today."

"What? Doris, you're not begging for mercy?" Girl number five smiled sarcastically.

"It's ridiculous. This is a selection process, and plundering each other is what the nun wants to see. You don't think we avoided you in the previous selections because we were afraid, right?" Number Four on horseback spoke with a contemptuous tone.

"Stop talking nonsense and fight with me! You killed my brother!" Number Seven's eyes were red. With this mental state, even if Number Seven's hidden rating in the monastery was ranked high, it would definitely not be that high.

"I'm sorry." Doris apologized, "Your brother is very good, but the nun is not satisfied."

Doris doesn't like killing, and when she is given a general order to plunder seeds, she will only numb herself by thinking things like "Should I kill this one?" "Forget about this delicious dish?" "I feel like this one won't do either."

She will only fight back if someone attacks her.

Therefore, the old nun would force Doris to specify a target every time she made a selection. Most of the time, for people like No. 7 who had a good rating on the surface but could not control their emotions, the old nun would not directly deny it, but would just let Doris kill them at the time of selection.

It can not only promote Doris's growth, but also maintain her appearance.

Number 7's brother had a similar situation and died at the hands of Doris a year ago.

Doris was sincere, but her words clearly angered Seven, who took them as a provocation.

Others were also disgusted by this: "Even the nun who loves you the most won't help you in the selection!"

"I don't want to fight you today," Doris reiterated.

Suddenly, a crossbow arrow flew over, but Doris caught it and crushed it into pieces.

Doris glanced at No. 6 who had taken action without authorization and continued, "If you take action, you will all die. You are not my target tonight, so please cherish your life."

She had no reason to avoid those who were weaker than her, which was also the mindset implanted in her by the old nun. Even though the old nun did too many dirty things to her, Doris was indeed carefully nurtured and raised by the old nun for seven years, which led to her current state.

So if someone offends her, her counterattack will be fierce.

People who know Doris should have felt something was wrong after hearing her speak so patiently today.

Although in Zheng Fan's opinion, because Doris was too polite and straightforward, her words often sounded like a human machine.

Of course, it could also be his own problem or the problems of the other people here. He is a pure and harmless lamb.

"What a pretentious guy! He really thinks he is invincible!"

No one could hold back any longer. They gathered here just to deal with Doris!
And Doris had turned her violin case inside out.

Her violin case can be opened on both sides, one side is her violin, the other side is -

A slender black rapier.

In contrast to the white power bred by all seeds of light, Doris's seed of light gave her a dark weapon from the moment she awakened and matured.

From a distance, it actually looks thinner than a rapier, and when you hold it, it's like waving a black line. It's shaped like an extended baton, with a small cross on the handle, and it's simple and unadorned.

Facing the siege, Doris gently stroked the rapier in the violin case.

The next moment, the flowing colorful threads cut through the bodies of everyone present.

The flying notes shattered their bodies and consciousness.

Even Crossbow No. 6, who was the farthest away, had no way to react, and the half note shot through his head.

Just as Doris said, if she took action, they would all die, no one would survive. She would not hold back, or she would not know how to hold back, because the gap was too big.

They are not on the same level.

The moment Doris grasped the Seed of Light transformation weapon, Zheng Fan was able to see the tip of Doris's iceberg.

Although the old nun was talking nonsense, she was right about one thing.

Doris is really good.

Zheng Fan was already rubbing his hands.

A beam of light from the extinguished lighthouse fell on Doris for a moment.

Although it was not obvious, this beam of light further strengthened Doris's power. However, Doris was already close to perfection, so it was of no use.

This is one aspect of selection.

The rapier that stirred the music was put back into the case, like a sword back into its sheath. Doris put the case on her back and weighed it lightly, just like a girl who was going home after participating in a music club activity. She was young and energetic, with no expression on her face: "Let's go, Mr. Music."

"Don't you want these seeds?"

White seeds burst out from the blood and debris.

"I don't need it anymore." Doris turned her head and looked forward.

(End of this chapter)