AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 184 - 85: The Dream of Reality

Chapter 184: Chapter 85: The Dream of Reality

[fanTome...fRa forRidEn...]

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

If a distant era was a carriage, this voice was like a wheel carelessly rolling off as the carriage fell apart.

Even if it was just an echo in a valley, one could not know how many ants it could crush by dimensionally downgrading.

Are the ants innocent?

They are not.

Because the ants do not even qualify for innocence.

Every muscle and bone in Lin Yi’s body seemed to have its own thoughts, trembling uncontrollably with a "clatter."

He... felt like he was a block figure about to fall apart, as if he would break into pieces at any moment.

From the inside out, he felt a chilling sensation to the bone, as the fear spreading from the bottom of his heart enveloped him like endless, black tidal waters.

He suddenly noticed that the Sports Student had also tightened his defenses as if facing a great enemy, and those abnormal Art Students and inhuman classmates did not seize the chance to pursue and beat the Sports Student but gazed at the Human Sculpture with zeal and mania in their eyes.

Like believers bathing in the glory of their lord.

[fanT...ome...fRa...forR...idEn...]

They tried such syllables, yearning for a response from that distant era, standing stiffly in an unnaturally upright posture, like grave markers atop solitary graves.

[fanTome...]

The Human Sculpture trembled as if a symbiont stung by high-frequency soundwaves, chanting in an almost deranged, irrational voice the prayer that made Lin Yi feel spiritual collapse and suffocation:

[I AvgruNnen... av tåKe og jaGer forTapte... Sjeler fanTome...]

[fanT...ome...fRa...forR...idEn...]

[fanTome fRa...forR...idEn...]

The Zealots wailed with longing and sorrow, like a chorus of Hell joyfully singing in the purgatory...

Suddenly, the sound of heavy footsteps shattered the possessed night.

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

A dark and burly figure was reflected onto the classroom window near the corridor by the moonlight.

The light from the old kerosene lamp, like an ice-breaking hammer, tore through the night and appeared at the door of the classroom.

"Clang clang clang...clang clang clang..."

Accompanied by the sound of iron chains scraping the floor, the Security Guard’s mountain-like burly figure emerged from behind the window and silently stood at the classroom door.

If the world’s myriad specters march in the night and demons abound, a demon-slayer should tread with the weight of a bell.

The Security Guard, with no trace of emotion on his resolute face under the hat brim, stared coldly into the classroom as if he were Schwarzenegger traversed from another time.

He quickly fixed his gaze on the Human Sculpture in the classroom, as a sun-like brilliance blossomed within his golden pupils.

"Hmph!"

He snorted, and even that sound alone was like the tolling of bells and the beating of drums, shattering the indescribable, weird scale of noises into pieces.

He grabbed the black-gleaming iron chain and lashed it upon the Human Sculpture.

"Clang clang——"

The iron chains, with a powerful whistling sound, coiled around the sculpture.

The moment the iron chain touched the sculpture, the originally pristine white figure lost its pure white appearance and reverted to that distorted, broken human silhouette smothered in white mist; even the world around it seemed to twist.

"Come out!" the Security Guard’s deep voice rose in the darkness, jerking the chain, pulling the Human Sculpture away from the classroom.

"Bang——"

The classroom door slammed shut.

The worlds inside and outside seemed severed as if by a single blade.

"Brothers, attack those bastards!" the Sports Student rallied for a counterattack, fiercely charging at the group of Zealot-like units.

Bloodshed soon filled the classroom once more.

Lin Yi stared blankly at the scene, his mind still echoing with the previous events.

Suddenly, he thought of something.

"Wait...?!"

Subconsciously, he reached into his pocket.

His fingertips immediately touched a familiar card at a familiar spot... a Student ID card!

He clutched the Student ID card and slowly pulled it out of his pocket, holding it up to the moonlight for a closer look.

His pupils suddenly constricted to the size of pinpoints—

"Name: Tian Bufan..."

"Class: Group C, Class 8..."

"Student number: X0230506093..."

He leaned closer to the glass, his blurry facial outline visible under the dim moonlight shining on the window.

This was indeed not his face but...

"Tian... young master?!"

"This... this?!"

A chill crept down his spine, a terrifying sensation made his hair stand on end, and he stepped back instinctively only to find that the wall behind him had disappeared without notice.

Then, as if his spirit traversed through the wall, he re-entered that cold, broken cloud layer...

"Huff... huff... huff..."

He fell backwards, stumbling as if he had lost his footing, and found that the road behind him seemed never-ending...

Eventually, he "thud" hit against some cold, angular prism.

A message of "pain" transferred to his subconscious; then, the surrounding mist vanished, and he found himself crouched under a desk as if he were in military training, lying prone on the ground, with the tabletops of three desks overhead.

He was crouching under a desk, the familiar surroundings causing him to pause.

"Isn’t this the scene where I was under the desk last night?"

Before he could react, two dim golden lights appeared in his vision.

At the same time, that familiar voice began to sound in his ears again...

"Look at me..."

"Take a look at me..."