Fantasyland: Oriental Morning Star

But no one cared about his changes.

The survival of the cowardly proves the conjecture of the clever man, and just like the law he has discovered, the Joker can only kill one person a day.

Now that they have reached the forest, they may be able to reach the 'pavilion' deep in the forest if they hold out for two days.

Everyone has a different mind, a lively mind, and the righteous people who were once united now have their own ghosts.

...

Day 3, Night.

There is only half an hour left until the arrival of the fourth day.

The rest of the righteous gathered together, encouraging each other and telling each other not to separate.

Until dawn, the clown's absence from the neighborhood made them happy.

Others look at the wise with adoration, and it is because he has discovered the law that he has been spared.

But only the vigilant remained vigilant, he always thought that the smart man was the embodiment of the clown, and he was just looking for an opportunity.

Do clowns really play by the rules?

It was daylight, but darkness had surrounded them.

No one knows when they fell into darkness, but they know that it must be a clown's ploy.

They seemed to see a figure in the darkness, sometimes still, sometimes moving.

He is constantly moving around the upright, magnifying the fear in their hearts.

The vigilant, the early risers, the mature, and the timid want to escape from this darkness.

And the wise man scoffed at this childish plan.

He should have stopped them, but he didn't say it.

The escape of the four of them will surely attract the attention of the Joker, and the clever ones feel that this is an opportunity, a chance to get to the 'pavilion' first.

He wants to sacrifice his companions to buy time for himself, and although it is cruel, everyone should take care of themselves.

The clever man quietly camouflaged the dead grass and leaves on the ground, and he turned his back to the trunk of the tree, observing the movements of the four of them.

The others, who couldn't find the clever one, panicked, thinking that he had been killed by the Joker, and ran in one direction.

I don't know how much time has passed in the darkness, and the plans of the wise man seem to be going the way he thinks.

"They should have someone killed, and I should have left. "

The wise man sighed, and he withdrew his disguise and prepared to leave.

It was at this moment that a playful laugh rang out from behind him.

He felt the breath behind him.

The clown was right behind him and never left.

The clever man knows his fate at this moment, and all his plans are nothing more than a comical show, and the Joker has already set his sights on him when he chooses to abandon his companions.

He chose to resign himself to his fate, and the heat began to spread to his limbs with the sound of flesh entering the flesh.

Thick drops of blood fell, dyeing this monotonous world with new colors.

There are four of the righteous left.

......

Day 4

A strong sense of vertigo fills everyone's brain.

While they rejoiced in their plans, they also grieved for the death of the wise.

If you don't leave the darkness, everyone will die at the hands of the Joker.

Without waiting for the righteous to rejoice, the enticing fragrance fills the forest.

For a few days, they could only feed their hunger with fruits, and no one dared to hunt those strange animals.

This burst of fleshy aroma continued to seduce them.

When they were attracted to the source by the scent, they found themselves in an old Western-style building.

The righteous exclaimed happily, could this be the 'pavilion' that God was talking about?

Except for the vigilantes, everyone walked in without hesitation, and the tables in the foreign hall were lined with dishes, as if the owner of the place was hospitable to them.

They devoured it, but unlike them, the Wary One did not eat the food immediately, but instead made a lunch of the ingredients himself.

At night, everyone enters their own room and they sleep peacefully with happy smiles.

It was the most peaceful night, and they were all deeply immersed in this dreamland.

A black shadow appeared on the second floor with a heartwarming laugh.

Mature people who were ready to drink a glass of water because of their dry mouths were attracted by the laughter.

"Who... Who's where!".

The laughter is like a yellow warbler in the morning, like the sound of a clear spring, crisp and pleasant.

The laughter was sporadic and the mature ones searched all the houses one by one.

Every room was empty, and in a matter of moments he was in front of the room at the end of the hallway.

His throat was pounding, and he was afraid that when he opened the door, he would see a horrible face, but the laughter was so appealing that it was heavenly.

The mature man plucked up his courage and pushed open the last door.

What a beautiful person she was! The black hair was like a waterfall, and her every move was so graceful and beautiful.

Just one glance, he was fascinated by the beautiful man.

None of the words he had could describe the beauty of the other party.

Until the figure disappeared, the vigilant man suddenly returned to his room, unable to sleep again.

......

Day 5

The sound of chirping

words is like a sparrow in the morning, but the mature who has not slept all night has no intention of joining in.

He went to the seat near the windowsill and made himself a cup of coffee.

His eyelids were heavy from the exhaustion of the long period, and it wasn't until he drank all the coffee that he regained some of his spirit.

The mature couldn't help but join in the joyous conversation, but everyone looked at him with horror on their faces.

The more he talked, the more excited he became, he talked about the beauty he had seen last night, he felt that his energy was endless, and he felt that something was wrong.

Amid the terrified cries of the remaining three, the mature man walked briskly to the mirror.

"It's... Me?".

A hint of sweetness appeared in his throat, and the mature looked at himself in the mirror in disbelief.

His eyes seemed to be scarlet like blood, and the exposed skin was as if he was allergic, with dense red spots.

"What a beautiful man!".

He realized that something was wrong with the cup of coffee, which seemed to be under 'LovePotion', and basins of cold water were spilled on him by the trio.

The biting cold could not extinguish his fiery heart at all.

In the end, the mature man died, and he fell asleep forever with the happiness of a beautiful clown.

"Someone is dying again... Someone died..."

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only three remaining upright men huddled in the corner, unable to understand why the 'pavilion' was still hurt.

No one noticed the Joker, but the mature died in front of them.