Falkmar crouches on the ground, his eyes gleaming with incredible light as he watches the spider writing.

  Soon, he realizes there is a unique language in this world, and a sudden wave of tiredness washes over him. If he wants to live here, learning their language is undoubtedly important and necessary.

  "So I'm going to learn their language to communicate?" Falkmar says with a resigned tone.

  Learning a language is quite a hard challenge. It requires a lot of time to memorize vocabulary and grammar.

  A sudden wave of drowsiness hits Falkmar's mind. He doesn't know what happens, but he feels his body become very light, like he is floating.

  "Ugh... What happens...?" Falkmar instinctively holds his forehead.

  As he shifts his gaze downward, he notices his touch on the flowers and his arm is rotting. Fear grips his heart as he watches his hand decay, yet he feels no pain.

  "Fuck..." he shouts weakly in the last moment of his consciousness.

  After that, his sight blurs and turns dark as his whole body falls into the flowers.

  .....

  .....

  "Where is this place...?" Falkmar opens his eyes and speaks.

  He finds himself in a white space, foggy and boundless, as vast as the ocean and as deep as the starry sky.

  Falkmar feels overwhelmed by this familiar yet strange, boundless, and bizarre scene. His heart beats wildly in his chest, and he shivers in the cold air surrounding him.

  "This seems not heaven..." he glances around and whispers.

  Confused about why this place feels familiar, he rises and starts to walk in a direction subconsciously.

  "I have to say, it's too cold here." The chill makes his body tremble uncontrollably.

  "Huh? What's that?" Falkmar exclaims as he sees something far away, so distant it appears as a black dot.

  Suddenly, a wave of fear overwhelms him. Breathing becomes difficult, and he feels a mountain of weight press down on him. Every fiber of his being screams, really screams.

  "FOOL! DON'T STARE AT IT!"

  "DON'T LOOK OR WE'RE GOING TO DIE!"

  "ARE YOU DUMB? DO NOT LOOK AT IT!"

  Numerous voices echo around Falkmar, intensifying his confusion and anxiety. His eyes widen as many mouths grow on his body, shouting and screaming.

  His body mutates from gazing at the black dot in the distance. Not only do mouths sprout all over him, but eyes do too.

  This causes his sight to become strange, appearing rounded. He now sees in three hundred sixty degrees, even parts of his body he couldn't see before.

  Once Falkmar closes his eyes, his vision darkens, and he sees nothing. After that, he no longer hears any voices and feels his body return to normal.

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  As he opens his eyes, instead of staring at the black dot, he chooses to look at the ground.

  "Auer quekit..." a strange voice sounds in the boundless white space.

  "Huh? Who's talking?" Falkmar raises his head and glances around instinctively.

  When he looks back, he finds the white space behind him collapsing, leaving an eternal darkness.

  "Oh shit!" Falkmar rises quickly and runs, but he can't outrun the collapsing space around him.

  Soon, he falls into the darkness.

  .....

  "Ahh!!"

  Falkmar screams and wakes up, sitting up instinctively as he opens his eyes. Just as he does, he sees a beautiful face right in front of him.

  Bong!

  It's too late to stop, his head collides with hers.

  "AHH!!"

  Falkmar screams again, tears rolling in his eyes as he feels the pain from the impact. "Why do I keep getting hurt!" he shouts in his mind.

  After a few seconds, the pain fades away. Falkmar gently rubs his forehead and sits up, looking at the beauty before him. He is stunned by her appearance.

  Her hair is a gradient of blue and black, her features are exquisite and surreal, and her slender neck complements her light brown skin. She wears a dark blue, high-waisted dress adorned with expensive-looking decorations.

  Her azure eyes, framed by glasses, peer at him with confusion.

  Falkmar can't help but be captivated, his face flushes, and he swallows hard as he unconsciously glances at her chest.

  "H-hello...?" he says with a voice that sounds childish and pure.

  "Meoy?" the beauty replies.

  "...Fine." Falkmar sighs, realizing he needs to learn the language to communicate in this world.

  He glances around and discovers he is in a small, messy room.

  Papers litter the floor, and there is a small wooden table with two chairs and a bookshelf against the wall. A luminous stone emits a soft yellow light, illuminating the space.

  "Ugh... Can you understand what I'm saying?" Falkmar gathers his thoughts and asks.

  The beauty hears his question, tilts her head, and seems to think for a moment. After a few seconds, she sighs and shakes her head, indicating she doesn't understand his language.

  She stands up and takes Falkmar's hand, leading him outside. As they step out, brilliant sunshine lights up Falkmar's face, causing him to instinctively raise a hand to shield it.

  Falkmar realizes he is in a white, ruined palace. His eyes widen in awe as he takes in the ancient, mythical, and majestic sight amidst the surrounding forest.

  The palace is square-shaped and has three floors, though a large hole in the roof reveals the sky. Vines wrap around the top, while flowers and weeds grow wildly on the ground. Each entrance has a graceful arch.

  In the middle of the ruins is a flower garden, illuminated beautifully by sunlight streaming through the leaves and gaps in the roof. The scene is so breathtaking that Falkmar momentarily forgets to breathe.

  "So beautiful..." Falkmar whispers.

  The beauty continues to hold his hand as they walk past the flower garden.

  Rows of human-shaped stone statues line the walls of the hall beside the garden. Each statue holds a sword that is plunged into the ground, showing many cracks and signs of damage.

  After turning a corner and crossing the hall, they arrive at a different area of the ruined palace. Here, Falkmar no longer sees beauty, instead, a swarm of dog-sized spiders crawls around.

  His face paled in fright at the sight, especially because they resembled the giant spider he previously encountered. However, the beauty seems undeterred by the spiders and leads him deeper into the area.

  Sensing Falkmar's hesitation, she turns back to him and notices his frightened expression and trembling body.

  She chuckles softly and extends her arm to one of the spiders. It jumps onto her hand, then crawls up her arm and perches on her head.

  "Huh...??" Falkmar exclaims.

  The spider on her head seems harmless and even adorable. However, this doesn't change his mind, he has no desire to step further into the area.

  Sensing his resistance, she sighs and suddenly lifts him off the ground, carrying him like an infant.

  "Ah..?" Falkmar exclaims, surprised.

  Leaning against her chest, he feels a wave of shyness wash over him. The softness of her chest ignites a spark of desire in his mind.

  "So soft...! And it smells so good...!" he thinks, feeling a blush creep up his cheeks as heat rises in his lower body.

  "Wait...! Not now!" Falkmar panics internally, anxious about the situation.

  He thinks quickly to calm himself, realizing how rude it would be to react inappropriately at this moment.

  As the beauty carries him to the next area, all the spiders watch with curiosity, making him feel strangely exposed.

  Eventually, they arrive at a corridor that seems to mark the end of the ruined palace. It is broad and long, filled with cobwebs covering the ground and ceiling, tangled together in various-sized circles.

  Two rows of stone statues line the walls of the corridor. Unlike the earlier statues, these are large and depict figures kneeling on the ground, each holding a sword.

  At the end of the hall, a staircase leads up to a throne, made of stone and covered in a layer of dust.