AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 367 - 170: Heretical Choir (Extra 2500 words!)

Chapter 367: Chapter 170: Heretical Choir (Extra 2500 words!)

In a daze, Lin Yi seemed to hear fragments of vile language like mockery and ridicule, bewitching and harassment, circling around his head like a swarm of insects constantly disturbing his mind...

He clenched his teeth tightly, and his breathing gradually became heavier.

This path was not easy to traverse, but he had not anticipated it being this difficult.

He stared intently at two dim streetlights in the distance, one was his next waypoint, "Dormitory building-095" streetlight, and the other was the even further endpoint represented by "Dormitory building-096" streetlight.

However, having run for over a minute this time, Lin Yi still hadn’t gotten close to "Dormitory building-095." He felt as if the ground under his feet had been infinitely stretched, no matter how he ran, it was as though he was running in place.

What troubled him most was not the running in place, but that this noodle-like twisting road seemed to defy some physical rule. Some areas had even flipped 180°!

No, it was not some areas, but... but it was beneath his feet!

The place he was in had actually flipped over 90°!!

The reason some Human Sculptures had not caught up was because the road on which he stood had twisted and flipped. There were no "ups and downs" in Human Sculptures; it was because his position was unstable, making the Human Sculptures, which kept moving on a certain plane, appear to have "ups and downs" from his perspective!

The ups and downs weren’t of the sculptures, but... of his position!

Explosive!

Extremely explosive!

"If there weren’t supernatural phenomena defying the rules of gravity here, then it must be that my perception of the surrounding space has been impaired!"

His cognition was impaired!

But, when did this problem start?

What his eyes saw, what his body touched, what his ears heard, what his nose smelled... all the information captured, had the results processed by his brain, or the logic, collapsed, thus causing this problem?

In other words, were different parts of his body doing their own thing, hence leading to his current problem?

Lin Yi could no longer tell.

He couldn’t find a standard to judge by. In times like these, he urgently needed to find a reference frame in the layers, yet now even the reference frames seemed problematic!

"Damn it..."

"Really damn it..."

Lin Yi’s breathing grew heavier, a feeling of complete mental and physical exhaustion began to spread slowly in his heart.

The crisis itself was not frightening, what was frightening was that in such a critical moment, he had no thoughts on how to solve the problem.

The layers were fluctuating, space was twisted, people were fluctuating, light and shadows were blurred, and the streetlights were swaying...

Without a reference frame, unable to find coordinate points, even the streetlamp at the endpoint, "Dormitory building-096," seemed to have begun to tremble and sway...

"Huh..."

"Huh..."

"Huh..."

Waves of hot air began to spit faintly from between his nose and mouth, and low roars began to emerge from his throat, his whole being resembling a steam locomotive emitting steam.

He slowed his running pace, not because he couldn’t move anymore, but because the current problem could not be solved by just taking a few steps.

He now felt as if he was shuttling through a world painted by a child with an immature mind using monotonously complex brushes, in layers without any regular pattern scattered with a few streetlights and messy, tangled lines, and he was like an ant being toyed within this absurd, sinister abstract tapestry.

He didn’t know when his problems began, perhaps when the layers began to twist, perhaps when he encountered the Non-human Classmates facing the wall, or perhaps when he encountered the flickering streetlights... and so on, there were too many doubts, he simply couldn’t find where to start!

And even more irrational was, although he was falling and corrupting within the layers, he actually subjectively acknowledged "the problem with the layers" and "the problem with self-cognition" as two things.

The feeling of "knowing I am making mistakes but not knowing the boundaries of the error, so I cannot even think of how to correct it" was the true root of the torment of the spirit.

His gaze shifted back and forth between the "Dormitory building-095" streetlamp pole and the farther "Dormitory building-096" streetlamp pole ahead, moving little by little on this swaying road, like a ship thrust and tossed by the tempest, struggling to move forward towards the buoy.

"Huh... huh... heh... heh..."

Gradually, harsh yet determined growls began to emerge from his throat, as if the beast dormant within was slowly awakening.

It was from this moment that the grey white mist around violently rolled, and shapes with grotesque forms began to manifest within the amorphous mist, writhing incessantly in the dim, gloomy light.

The noodle-like road, the twisting and turning space, along with that layered grey mist, gave Lin Yi a bizarre sense of "space" while running within this sinister artwork.

As the contamination intensified, his eyes became even more luminous, the scalding gold hue slowly carved circular rings like annual rings within his pupils, making his eyes appear as if they were eagle eyes.

But at the same time, his brain grew murkier, his thoughts began to slow, and he increasingly could not rely on "reason" to observe the world around him, while the "primitive instinct" inside him gradually gained the upper hand...