AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 457 - 202 - Look at Me_2

Chapter 457: 202 Chapter Look at Me_2

The classroom lights for Class 2, Group B, had gone out...

A moment in time sprang up in Lin Yi’s mind—"22:47:31".

It was "May 7th, 22:47:31"!

That was also the time on Pan Jian’s digital camera!

Even the time aligned!

He looked at the light sphere... trying to find some traces.

The sphere gradually approached... and then, Lin Yi saw some vibrant, shattered glass-like outlines within the light sphere.

"What is that...?"

Could the entity within the light sphere actually be that "Conceptual level sculpture"?

"Is ’It’ the entity Mu Daxian referred to as being far stronger than the ’Angel’ in every aspect?"

Lin Yi was somewhat shocked. He had thought this was just the "Angel" sculpture. He had not anticipated that it would be more powerful than the Angel sculpture!

"But... something’s not right..."

"Based on the timeline, the Night Watchman rang the Doomsday bell on May 7th, yet this Conceptual level sculpture appeared in the Teaching Building on May 6th!"

In Lin Yi’s logic, the Night Watchman must have observed the Grey Mist Invasion first before starting the warning, and signs of the campus invasion should have appeared thereafter, right...

How is it that I only see a bugle charge from a hundred meters away through the telescope, and in the blink of an eye, I’m ambushed?

It doesn’t make sense in terms of time or behavioral logic!

Could it be that the informational depth of this Conceptual level sculpture is deeper than that of the Grey Mist Invasion? When the Night Watchman saw gunfire, had the bullet already hit the campus?

It’s illogical!

Or perhaps... this represents a ’true logic’ that he never considered?

Lin Yi’s brows furrowed tightly; in fact, even though the anomalies at the campus were very mysterious, his explorations combined with discussions with Hetian Bufan had already somewhat established some logic. However, something now appeared that leapt out of his usual problem-solving approach.

Moreover, this entity was critical throughout the set of problems. Solving without including it was wrong—yet incorporating it seems totally unmanageable. What the hell was he supposed to do?

He stared at the Conceptual level sculpture, thinking that it was precisely a dream state, so he tried to gather as many clues as possible. If nothing else, he wanted to imprint "Its" traces into his mind to facilitate future extrapolations in "My World".

Thus, he stared unblinkingly at the Conceptual level sculpture, observing "Its" texture, feeling "Its" vibration, trying to understand "Its" existence...

Gradually, he felt as if his soul had left his body, drifting toward the position of "It"...

As his attention neared the Conceptural level sculpture, he thought he saw the most magnificent gem on a world level. Even he, who was usually indifferent to gems, couldn’t help but marvel at a world that could have such tangents and facets beyond geometric constructions...

"It" seemed to gather all the brilliant colors that the human eye could capture, as well as those indescribable glimmers that were beyond human vision.

While staring at "It", Lin Yi felt as if he was seeing the most beautiful thing in the world. He could not describe what it was or articulate it, but he could only feel an overwhelming attraction that stirred a powerful, reckless desire within him to rush forward—

All these emotions transcended the range Lin Yi could control; he felt numb and crazed, desiring only to be close to the Conceptual level sculpture, forgetting everything else...

Gradually, the objects in Lin Yi’s view became fewer, walls, columns, the Teaching Building... all were disappearing bit by bit, and his world began to contain only simple lines.

Like an Art Student learning the most basic visual perspective, these lines pointed to the same endpoint.

In this space that was simple to the extreme, Lin Yi, as if drawn by a pair of invisible hands, slowly drifted toward that brilliant, dazzling far shore.

On the radiant far shore, the Conceptual Level Sculpture, bathed in an unknown brilliance, appeared dreamlike, a human figure outlined with fragments of glimmering glass.

On Lin Yi’s face, a delirious, diseased expression began to emerge as though illuminated by the firelight of faith, with every fine expression of his muscles revealing his devotion and longing for the Conceptual Level Sculpture.

Lin Yi’s eyes began to sparkle with a luminance that transcended logic, a growing mania and worship, inducing terror and horror.

Lin Yi’s heartbeat and his breathing gradually synchronized with the pulsations of the Conceptual Level Sculpture, each rhythm seemingly in harmony with the vibrations of the sculpture...

His lips gently began to move, as if he were attempting to chant some syllables...

At this moment, the Conceptual Level Sculpture seemed to become the only truth in Lin Yi’s world, the beacon in his life, the refuge of his soul on the other side.

This worship, like a phoenix in fierce flames, burned the souls of its devotees and also lighted their path forward.

Under the radiance of the Conceptual Level Sculpture, he seemed to find some sort of tranquility.

His expression became even calmer, as if a follower finally arriving at the base of the Sacred Mountain after a lifetime’s pursuit...

He was about to be engulfed.

Just then, the minimalist lines of the world around him suddenly twisted, the surroundings’ light and shadow seemed to be compressed by an invisible force, all morphing into chaotic yet oddly orderly lines...

In this moment, a strong sense of alarm exploded in Lin Yi’s subconscious, but this alarm, like the clarity that comes to a numbed person swept into a storm at the last moment, was utterly unable to lead him back from his lost path.

Soon, another surge of blind, foolish faith toward the Conceptual Level Sculpture regained dominance, driving him recklessly into that collapsing light and shadow...

Just when Lin Yi’s world appeared to have only "It" left, Mu Daxian’s voice suddenly boomed by his ear, "Damn, Xiao Mao, are you fucking looking at It?"

Lin Yi’s mind buzzed explosively, instantly pulling him out of that bewitched, numb, and vacant state; shocked, he looked at Mu Daxian but realized that Mu Daxian was not calling him but was shaking Mao Feiyang.

Mao Feiyang’s eyes gradually regained their expression, but full of bewilderment and confusion, "I... I wasn’t looking just now?"

"An Art Student’s ’Perception’ is his eyes. Just now... It drew you in!" Mu Daxian’s face was solemn, "as soon as you become curious about Its existence, It will open up information to you..."

"The ’Angel’ takes pity on mankind and does not reject anyone’s yearning to gaze upon It, but no one can bear the flow of information from It, let alone that thing below..."

"Your perception will push you toward It, and Its information flow will contaminate you... like some potent cognitive toxin."

As he spoke, Mu Daxian suddenly squinted his eyes, his voice dropping low, "Look at me, Xiao Mao."

When he said this, his voice suddenly became soft and magnetic yet seemed to convey an undeniable sense of "command." Mao Feiyang hesitated for a moment, then subconsciously looked over.

Mu Daxian’s eyes held a pure and icy golden radiance, as if hiding the most dazzling moon of a clear, chilly night within them.

Mao Feiyang had never seen this side of Mu Daxian before, but he had known Mu Daxian for less than 24 hours and naturally there was much he did not know.

However, at that moment, the term "an eternity at a glance" simultaneously emerged in the minds of both him and Lin Yi.

But the next moment, Mu Daxian’s lips parted slightly, and with a cold and forceful cadence, he slowly uttered a phrase:

"De som jager lyset i tåke blir til slutt fantomer."