Chapter Thirty Two - Mirrors On The Wall

Dean was simply handsome. His sharp brows refined his looks even more. His square jaw firmly, glistening eyes with a shade of blue, and wavy blonde hair seemed to enhance his features, making him look even more handsome. He was even taller than Tyler.

This person's looks clearly stated in the bold letters that he was the male lead of this world.

It was just that he wasn't wearing aristocratic clothes. Instead, he had a white pirate shirt draped over his upper body while his bottoms held loose pants. Only a brown belt above his pirate shirt gave him a touch of elegance.

The person who just entered the room looked around and finally landed his eyesight on Tyler, who was trying his best to curb his smile. The male lead frowned and couldn't help but ask, "Have we met somewhere?"

At this time, Tyler pretended to be surprised. "You've forgotten your best friend?!"

Clearly, this shouldn't be the time where the protagonist and the villain meet. The main character should be in the first stage right now, trying his level best to move over to the next level.

Instead, this person defied the natural worldly law, and went against the storyline, OOCing the moment Tyler entered the world. It seemed as if this person was waiting for his arrival.

This had to be the same person who played David.

Tyler's lips couldn't help but curve up at the thought.

The person standing before him didn't know what Tyler was thinking. His eyes were glued to a particular flower vase. He didn't even bother replying to Tyler before rushing toward the flower vase and picking it up, examining it with extreme focus.

When Tyler saw this kind of behavior, he frowned. What was this person doing? He had been unpredictable in the previous world, and he was unpredictable in this world as well.

"I'm Stanley Ware, and you must be Dean, right?" Tyler tried again, wanting to get a positive reply from that person.

But Dean ignored him again, seeming to get interested in this flower. He flipped it upside down. Even the water inside the vase was poured out, dripping from the corners of the square table, but he didn't care.

After wasting almost ten minutes over that flower vase, Dean sighed and placed it back as if disappointed by something. Then he turned over to Tyler and said in a surprised voice, "Wait aren't you that Stanley? From the orphanage?!"

"That's me," Tyler said. He still wasn't sure if Dean retained his memories from the previous world or not. If he did, it would be for the best. The worst-case scenario will be that he would have lost his memories. But even worse would be the situation where he had memories, but still, he was pretending to be unaware of what was happening.

Tyler wanted to find out more about the situation before asking him bluntly.

Dean's face revealed a big smile. He walked over and placed his hands on his shoulders. "It's really you!" Then his expression changed and became serious. "What're you doing here?"

'Shouldn't I be the one asking you this?' Tyler almost blurted this sentence.

Dean was obviously OOCing, and according to his character settings, he shouldn't have recognized his old friend so quickly. But not only he marched into Stanley's bedroom in the illusion, but he also instantly recognized after getting a tiny hint from Tyler.

Tyler scoffed and muttered to himself. "Keep pretending."

"Huh? What?" Dean felt as if the other person had said something but couldn't hear it clearly.

Tyler shook his head. "Nothing. We have to get out of here."

"Yes. This place is weird. When I woke up, I was already in a living room with by two mirrors. I just entered one mirror, and here I am."

Tyler rolled his eyes, shaking his head. Why was this person so adamant about pretending like this? He remembered seeing him acting so weirdly in the previous world to the point of getting obsessed with his artificial version. And now, when he was standing in front of Dean, the latter had started pretending.

Didn't he even feel a trace of emotion swirling in his heart?

Tyler couldn't help but feel disappointed at this. "Let's go."

Dean felt that his friend's mood was low and racked his brain, but he didn't know what to say. So he followed behind Stanley.

Tyler reached the mirror and hesitated for a while before putting his fingers on the surface. Ripples again appeared, but this time, he didn't retract his hand. Instead, he pushed himself more and held his breath for a second before jumping inside the mirror.

It almost felt like he was drowning in water for a few seconds before he could finally breathe. By the time he opened his eyes, he already found himself standing in a living room.

This room was bizarre. It didn't have walls covering it on all sides. The mirrors had replaced the walls, making everything look weird. Wherever he glanced, he saw his own reflection staring down at him.

Even the floor was covered with mirrors, giving him a feeling of uneasiness in his heart.

Was this one of the types of world he created using his illusion? He couldn't help but curse that butler in the real world.

"What the hell is this?" Dean let out a surprised shriek making Tyler jump.

Tyler's eyes narrowed at the man. Why did he feel like the male lead's character this time was trying his level best to irritate him? Was this person purposely acting stupid? Or was he just following the character settings?

"This hall wasn't like this earlier. The walls were made out of bricks, not mirrors!"

"You sure it was the same room?" Tyler frowned. The story given by the system clearly didn't mention the details about every level. It was just said that every time the people stuck in the mirror world would pass a level, they would feel weaker and weaker until they reached the fifth level. It was at this level where the male lead had killed the villain in the original storyline.

That was why even Tyler was confused when he heard that this room had suddenly transformed after Tyler and Dean got in together.

Did the difficulty of this illusion suddenly increase after Tyler joined in with Dean?

He didn't know the answer. So he quickly walked over and looked at every material placed inside the living room.

It was becoming increasingly harder to identify which one among these things was real or which was reflection. He reflexively touched the couch, only to realize that it was merely a reflection.

Tyler's brows couldn't help but furrow. How were they supposed to find a way out of such a weird world?