AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 183 - 84: Pure White Sculpture (Extra 1000 words for Meow!)_3

Chapter 183: Chapter 84: Pure White Sculpture (Extra 1000 words for Meow!)_3

He then followed his intuition and looked towards the blackboard.

Above the blackboard hung a pendulum clock, through the dim moonlight filtering in from the window, he made out the time displayed on the clock.

23:16.

"23:16?"

"This time...?"

He glanced outside the window, where the persistent raindrops were relentlessly pounding against the windowpane, with faint lightning coursing through the overcast sky.

This familiar scene began to awaken some of his memories, but they were extremely blurred; it was as though he had experienced them, yet also as if... they had been experienced by someone else.

At that moment, a ’click-clack’ sound echoed by his ears.

Almost subconsciously, he looked towards the direction of the classroom door.

In that instant, the classroom’s frantic and intense battling atmosphere seemed as if doused with a bucket of cold water, quickly becoming unstable.

The Sports Students and Art Students pushed past the non-human Units, then slowly began to tighten their circle, each firmly gripping their chosen weapons or fists, their faces turning unpleasant as they stared towards the classroom door.

"Heh... and... heh..." The non-human Units then showed a fervent color, as if a lowly race was calling out to their monarch.

With the last click of the lock, the doorknob was pressed down and then slowly pushed open.

"Creak——"

The lingering and grating sound was like a sawblade gnawing upon someone else’s bone.

White currents gushed in through the door crack like a fountain, followed by that "shh-shh-shh" sound etched deep into one’s soul, emitting a strong danger signal similar to that of a rattling rattlesnake’s tail.

Under Lin Yi’s widened eyes, a human-shaped shadow appeared behind the door.

It was a human-like phantom shrouded within a veil of white mist, so vague it could be passed off as a blur.

No matter how close you got, it always looked the same.

It seemed to be a scene constructed by countless twisted and entwined lines, or like myriad shards of broken glass manipulated beyond physical geometric laws, the translucent form revealing myriad colors, yet at the same time appearing colorless.

It was akin to having chopped up a rainbow and placed it in a crystal coffin, leaving only a human silhouette. As Lin Yi gazed upon it, his brain uncontrollably yielded to an irresistible addiction.

He noticed everything in his field of vision beginning to subtly warp: the doorframe, the white mist, the light, and the shadows... everything within his vision began to transform absurdly, clustering and circling the human silhouette that entered through the door as if to manifest some cosmic rule...

Amongst the chaotic interplay of light and shadow, it seemed a tormenting gale erupted that ground the five senses to dust; low growls and piercing shrieks emerged like a hurricane from this maelstrom of agony, carrying a voice not of this world, as if lingering from the remains of a shattered, distant era, softly plummeting into the classroom...

It was an ancient syllable, a sound that couldn’t be described with words—dry, husky, sharp, deep... as if a witch doctor was screaming some term in a hoarse voice:

[...fan...Tome...]

[...fanTome...]

It spoke.

Or rather, Lin Yi’s "cognition" made him believe it was speaking.

The twisted light and shadow seemed to have ceased their dance, in the darkness as though sprites were fluttering, their dance eerie and bizarre, exuding a strange, agitated, mad ritualistic fervor.

Suddenly, Lin Yi realized he could see the entering figure clearly.

The figure... seemed to exist within distortion, taking form amidst the uncanniness, the previously fragmented light and shadow solidifying, the once chaotic lines seemingly finding order.

When everything merged together, the human silhouette took its final semblance.

No, it had no semblance.

It was pure white, fair and flawless, as if an Angel had descended to earth.

It was a pure white Human Sculpture.

That mind-warping and maddening voice of another world was also emanating from its mouth.

Whenever it made a sound, its surface would burst with a unique frequency akin to bristling, as if it was using all its cells to make a sound:

[...fanTome...]

[fanTome... fRa... forRidEn...]

[fanTome fRa forRidEn...]

If it had cells, that is.

...

"Crack!"

With a crisp snap, it broke its own finger stuck in the lock.

The broken piece of the finger remained on the door, and it slowly moved into the classroom.

As it moved, the entire Units emitted a "shh-shh-shh" sound, like that of a rattling tail.

Lin Yi’s hair stood up beyond what could be described as bristling. He felt as if his apical bone had flown off, leaving his brain to feel the bone-chilling air.

"A sculpture...?"

"Is this... is this a sculpture?!"

He instinctively pressed against the wall in the corner behind him, quickly shuffling toward the window.

"Rumble——"

A low rumble of thunder inappropriately exploded in the outside sky, as if a match scraping against a box tore open a slit in the dark night.

Out of the corner of his eye, Lin Yi inadvertently glanced outside, through the rain-streaked windowpane, he saw the swaying Green Forest Belt amidst the rain curtain.

Within the Green Forest Belt, countless non-human Classmates stood densely packed, as if even the treetops were laden with them...