Chapter Sixty-Four: A Day in the Life of Muramasa (Part Three)

Luo Hanya let out a blood-curdling scream and once again lost consciousness.

A long time passed before Luo Hanya woke from his stupor, his understanding of the nightmare script's difficulty deepening yet again. Although he had lost his memory, he still possessed all the reflexes belonging to the original owner of this body. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have fainted from being triggered by the word "care." Thinking of this, Luo Hanya clenched his teeth in frustration. "Those two wretches must have done it on purpose. Hmph! I’ll kill them! Kill—" The sudden surge of murderous intent caught him off guard, and he forced it down, panting heavily.

"It seems that Muramasa has a deep grudge against that couple!" Luo Hanya wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and swallowed nervously. "That means some of Muramasa's deeply buried thoughts will surface under certain conditions and influence my judgment!"

"Fortunately, I noticed this early. If something like this happened at a critical moment, it would be fatal!" Luo Hanya first lamented inwardly, then felt relieved. Truly, fortune and misfortune are intertwined.

"Muramasa, we've arrived. Are you feeling better?" Hirata’s voice came from outside the door, pleasant and sincere, utterly unlike those two gaudy harlots.

"Hirata, I'm fine—just a brief memory loss. My health couldn't be better!" Luo Hanya laughed heartily and strode out with confidence.

Hirata looked at Luo Hanya, whose cheeks were flushed and who indeed seemed in perfect health. He breathed a sigh of relief and spoke with a hint of guilt, "Muramasa, I only wanted you to get some fresh air and ease your sorrows, but you got injured along the way. I truly feel sorry."

Luo Hanya waved his hand quickly. "Don't say that, Hirata. I know you meant well. Accidents are unavoidable; none of this is your fault. And honestly, losing my memory might not be a bad thing—it means I can’t even recall those troubles you mentioned."

"Muramasa, you’re too kind," Hirata sighed as he watched Luo Hanya rush to comfort him. "If only you hadn’t, back then—"

Hearing this, Luo Hanya’s heart leapt with joy. "This is promising! It looks like Hirata will tell me something about Muramasa's past."

But Hirata stopped abruptly, even nervously glancing at Luo Hanya, as if afraid to stir up painful memories.

Luo Hanya could only smile wryly, inwardly crying out, "Just say it! I really don’t mind!" Of course, he couldn’t say that aloud. Instead, he looked hopefully at Hirata and smiled, "Hirata, could you tell me about my past? I’m quite curious about who I used to be."

Hirata parted his lips as if ready to pour his heart out, hesitated several times, and finally let out a deep sigh. "Better not. Those things are all in the past. Dwelling on them will only bring you pain."

"Hirata, do you intend for me to go on like this forever?"

"But—"

"If I can’t even face my past, am I still a man?"

"Muramasa, do you truly want to know what you've forgotten?"

"Of course! Only by confronting a painful life can I become stronger!"

Luo Hanya tried several more times, and Hirata seemed nearly persuaded. Suddenly, the RV jolted violently, startling both Hirata and Luo Hanya, who hurried outside.

"What happened? What’s going on?" Hirata shouted at the driver.

"Sir, I’m very sorry for the trouble. The RV's tire blew out, and I’m about to replace it," the driver—a young man—apologized anxiously, never pausing his repairs.

Hirata looked at the hardworking young man and merely frowned, saying nothing. Watanabe wandered over carelessly, while only Kazuo Yamamoto kept berating the driver, his words so harsh that the others couldn't bear it and stepped forward to intervene.

As they spoke to Yamamoto, a layer of mist slowly rose around them. By the time they realized they were surrounded, there was no longer any way out.

Just minutes ago, the sky was clear and bright, sunlight streaming down, with not a cloud in sight. But now, an unexpected fog had descended without warning, shrouding everything in unknown darkness. Fear clung to everyone, and restlessness spread. Hirata, Watanabe, the driver, Minako, and Yamamoto all vanished one after another as they paced about, leaving Luo Hanya alone, unable to see the RV, standing amidst the thick, uncanny mist.

Main quest updated: Proceed to the pier.

Luo Hanya paused, recalling that Hirata had said they'd reached their destination, so the pier must be nearby. But what was with this fog? Could the script involve some kind of evil spirit?

Rubbing his throbbing temples, Luo Hanya remembered that most skills were unusable in nightmare-level scripts. "Perhaps this skill will work?" He tried a quick divination.

No familiar data appeared as in the last script. Instead, a face materialized before him—vacant, terrified, eyes wide open, pupils utterly lifeless.

"What? This is... Muramasa!" Luo Hanya was startled, then incredulous. "What’s happening? Am I the final boss? That’s absurd!" Doubt filled his heart. "Or is this skill ineffective, and that's why?"

The effect left him utterly lost, much like everything else that had happened in this nightmare-level script—mysterious, unknown, terrifying. That must be its hallmark.

Luo Hanya pressed forward, blindly feeling his way through the eerie mist. With visibility so poor, he simply closed his eyes and walked guided by his memory of the surroundings.

After about ten minutes, a sea breeze tinged with the scent of fish brushed his face. He opened his eyes but still saw nothing but endless fog.

"So it's like this, huh?" Luo Hanya sneered. "The old trick—just blocking vision. If I follow the sound of the sea, I’ll find the pier for sure."

A few minutes more passed, and a sudden burst of light appeared before him. Instinctively, he opened his eyes to find himself bathed in sunlight, with azure water and blue skies stretching ahead.