Chapter 4 I...

Suddenly I woke up, the first thing I realized was that I was lying on a strangely comfortable bed. A bridal room with romantic red, decorative reliefs and roses scattered everywhere.

Taking a quick look at the room, the surrounding area is made of wood with dragons and phoenixes carved into it. The sofa sets are neatly arranged, bringing a feeling of confidence and power. The highlight of the room is the delicate, handcrafted details such as hand-painted paintings, traditional carpets with exotic patterns and simple decorations, giving the room a classic and inviting look.

Exquisite paintings create a stylish artistic space. Each painting has sophisticated drawings, recreating beautiful natural scenes or images of romantic love. The bright colors on the painting create vibrancy and create a beautiful feeling for the room.

What's even more surprising is that I don't even know if I'm still alive or if I've died and become a wandering soul here.

But when I look back, instead of the boring white shirt and trousers I was wearing, I was now wearing a red wedding dress, and I also tied my hair up in a high bun. It looks even more beautiful than when I was a salaryman in the office.

The ancient costume was so beautiful that I had to get out of bed, turn around a few times, then look at myself in the mirror and silently praise myself.

It's so beautiful!

The long - sleeved outer shirt is embroidered with curving, flexible lines along the long arms, down to the body and head of an extremely powerful dragon. In the middle of the chest is a pair of words "Dual Happiness" neatly engraved in an emerald as if to demonstrate the majesty of the owner. The shirt has two flaps in the front and back, slits on both sides, the flap covers almost to the ankles,... Under the talented and extremely skillful hands of artisans, the patterns are arranged in a symmetrical shape, without causing a feeling of cumbersome or complicated, but exuding liberality, softness, and magical harmony.

While I was still engrossed in the beautiful outfit, suddenly the sound of the door handle gently turning made me jump, and I quickly pretended to lie down on the bed as if nothing had happened.

"Where is it?"

Vietnamese!

They can speak Vietnamese!

If so, it will be easier to communicate and help me learn about everything here. Thinking that you are in a place where the two languages ​​between you and the people around you contradict each other is truly a huge barrier. That is, I haven't considered that if I could speak the language and be a part of their society, then everything would be even more convenient.

The sound got closer and closer and entered the room. Although I only vaguely heard it, it was speculated that this voice must have belonged to a girl around the age of eighteen or twenty.

"Ah! Here it is. It's really boring to think about. Today is not a special day, why is my mother asking me to change into my traditional clothes? But just change it quickly or else my mother will curse you again."

To be honest, no boy can resist the seductive charm and curiosity every time he sees a girl changing clothes. Her beauty with white skin and no mosquito bites makes me secretly think that no. knowing that she had to use countless types of skin - whitening cosmetics or spend a lot of money to get skin like that.

When the first zipper opened, I was suddenly ecstatic with the scene before my eyes, a perfectly beautiful work of art. It seems that her body is a combination of elements that create attractive beauty. Every strand of hair down to the bottom of your feet, from your feet to your skin, conveys wonderful sophistication.

The moment she gently unbuttoned every last button of her pure white ao dai and let them fall to the ground, until only two pieces of underwear were left covering the most sensitive part of the girl. In a few short seconds, my intuition immediately told me "Run now!".

And if my reflexes at that time had been just a moment faster, I probably wouldn't have been sucked deep into this bottomless night.

But those are just if and also the last realizations that I can remember while still awake.

When I realized it, I was surrounded by pink rows of countless cherry petals fluttering everywhere, as if they were deliberately adorning the image of a new beginning, a new life.

But perhaps this is not all, compared to other species, the cherry blossom season often ends earlier because they also symbolize the shortness of life, implying that after the joys of life, The small joy that quickly passed was something dark waiting for me ahead.

It's just that I unconsciously moved forward step by step as if swept away by the beauty of that color mixed between red and white.

Sometimes the wind blows, carrying a sweet, gentle scent somewhere, the taste of pollen is like innocence and childishness, like they are taking me to a world filled with color. Hong, a world that countless children have dreamed of coming here once.

The deeper I went, the more clearly I heard the sounds of drums, trumpets, innocent and carefree laughter from the deep voices of people discussing what the upcoming festival would hold. Until the challenges of chasing each other hit one person after another or even when I tried my best to avoid the children but were still pushed to the ground by them.

"Knight D5, F6."

The only light that flashed and quickly passed me was the image of the Knight's sword quickly passing by, cutting the head and body of the Black King in half, causing it to split in half, then falling to the floor, creating a residue. Vibration shook the entire area.

The battle still continues!

Initially, the pace of the match was quite slow and steady. The two of us learn and evaluate each other through extremely careful calculations. However, after only a few moves, the mysterious kid started making moves so precise, bold and decisive that it made a veteran player like me hesitate and think about how to respond. the opponent's unexpected moves.

Towards the middle of the match, the pressure on each move becomes more and more intense.

That kid constantly used extremely dangerous attack tactics, forcing me to constantly retreat to a defensive position, exchanging defense to resolve checkmate situations.

I tried to explore and attack that kid's weaknesses. Each of my chess moves right now can be said to be extremely careful, but I still can't find the right way to play and I'm just waiting for that kid's one careless move to be able to end this game.

When I look back at the chessboard, not only does that kid completely overwhelm me in terms of numbers, but with just one more move, the person like me who was so confident of overwhelming victory will be convinced. goods immediately.

I finally realized that what had just happened was just a dream, but I was still really awake to make a move that pushed the White Knight straight into the heart of the enemy, forcing the Black piece to choose between Losing the King and losing - end the game, lose the Rook or sacrifice the Black Queen to "open a bloody path" for the King to escape. However, all of the enemy Warlord's retreats were blocked by my small pawn who was preparing to become the Queen. According to calculations, if that kid still stubbornly sacrifices the Queen to "open a bloody path" for the King to avoid the difficult situation, it will further force the black army into a position surrounded by the seemingly small pawns on my side.

In that situation, I seemed to have confidently thought of countless scenarios after I escaped this strange dreamscape. But everything happened so beyond my control that I thought I would never have a chance to win again: General Black had already been cut down, so why did he commit suicide? Suddenly he recovered as if nothing had happened and then slowly moved his body to where the head was lying on the floor, gently lifted his head up and replaced the severed part. Immediately, the cracks on the neck caused by the Ma army's sword also quickly healed.

"Hahaha... Struggle! Cry away! Beg me! I will give you the last few concessions."

Having said that, he continued to mobilize the Knight E6 and Queen G4 troops, constantly overwhelming my side. They continuously destroy one army after another. Turning my army from a position of complete victory to suddenly being completely defeated, there was not a single piece left to defend.

"You..."

Frustrating. I have to quickly end this match as soon as possible, but if the match lasts longer, the loser will be no one other than me.

But... This game...

"Hahaha... You lost. I am a God, and you are just a small - minded human, you will never have a chance to win against me, so stop trying to brag. You lost from the moment you met me."

After the mysterious voice finished speaking, a dry, vibrating sound rang out everywhere, causing the chess pieces on the table to become like crippled pieces of wood, rolling and falling. Not stopping there, countless strange objects flew everywhere, which I speculated were probably remnants of the sound that had just emitted. Some pieces are big, some are small, and some have strange shapes that cut into the skin.

"Ahh..."

In a moment as short as the blink of an eye, the White King cracked into small pieces and disappeared into thin air. I shouted loudly following the light that covered my entire vision. Until the dazzling halo of light gradually disappeared, leaving a blurry silhouette in front of me, a painful feeling enveloped my body like a solo piece of music, tangled notes alternating with each other.

Until now, I have never experienced such a painful physical feeling as if I wanted to die, two streams of tears now wanted to flow out in a stream, not because I was moved but because I cried. Realizing that my body was literally lying on the wall.

"Who are you!"

The girl quickly pulled up the hem - dream - tuya part of the shirt she was wearing, one hand turned towards me, the other used a towel to cover her sensitive part, making me momentarily not know what to say, just staring. Staring intently at the half - open, half - hidden lines of the girl's body, her face suddenly became hotter. And the red outfit seems to have secretly understood the owner's intention, skillfully covering most of the most sensitive parts, making her extremely perfect in the eyes of the other person, but it seems like no matter how hard she tries to look, she can't detect it. What are the shortcomings?

I know that next to my neck is a silver knife that is filled with murderous intent. It seems that if I have any thoughts of resistance at this moment, this small blade will not hesitate to let my head fall to the ground. right away.

"I... I..."

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