AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 464 - 206: Strong Wind, Rainstorm, Streetlights, and... Pseudo-Human!

Chapter 464: Chapter 206: Strong Wind, Rainstorm, Streetlights, and... Pseudo-Human!

"We’re getting closer; we can slow down a bit now," Mu Da slowed his pace, "if we get any closer, we’ll all be goners."

"I’m already feeling awful," Mao Feiyang struggled to say.

"As we near Its domain, we’ll start to feel that moth-to-a-flame sensation," Mu Daxian explained, "flames can provide light in the dark, but if you throw yourself into the flames, you only destroy yourself."

Mao Feiyang nodded, half-understanding, thinking to himself: Brother, stop being sentimental and tell us what to do next.

It was at that moment that he noticed faint, ethereal figures emerging from the surrounding mist.

The figures looked as if distant mountains, stones, and wood were refracted through the light and shadow of lightning into the twisted mist, reminiscent of the ghosts in horror films that appear between reality and illusion when a curtain flutters in the wind.

But Mao Feiyang soon realized this was not merely an interplay of shadows and light under the mist; it was... Angel Sculptures!

As he and Mu Daxian approached Its domain, the Angel Sculptures that were initially on another layer draining the supernatural power from his body seemed to be gradually pulled into this layer.

The mist still outlined their forms, while the lightning trapped them in this place.

"How’s the Student Commemorative Coin doing now?" Mu Daxian asked, his voice grave.

Mao Feiyang took a look.

The Student Commemorative Coin seemed to be drawn into the flesh by scarlet threads, the previously spider-web-like cracks now resembled fearsome blood vessels, horribly vivid.

"What does it need to look like to be considered okay?" Mao Feiyang asked, struggling.

"Once it’s full of blood, it’ll be fine!"

"How do you know when it’s full?"

"It’ll fall off like a fruit when it’s full!"

"Like a tomato?"

"Something like that."

"So... can a cherry tomato work? I feel like it’s more of a cherry tomato right now!"

"Far from it!"

"Damn!"

Despite this, Mao Feiyang still felt an indescribable force being wildly drained from his body by the Student Commemorative Coin, especially as he approached Its domain; his blood seemed to stir as if agitated, and flowed away even faster.

"What about the Purebred Nightwalkers that were following us? Why can’t we see them?" Mao Feiyang asked.

"They’ve been expelled!"

"Huh?"

"They don’t have the ’credentials’ to approach the Angel Sculptures!"

"Well, that’s a relief!" Mao Feiyang thought, finally seeming to have gotten rid of those mudslide-like Purebred Nightwalkers.

"Relief? Do you want to face nine Angel Sculptures or a mudslide that can’t catch up with you?"

"I don’t even want to face the mudslide... Just until yesterday, I was just a guy accompanying my roommate here, messing around to make some cash!"

"And to reiterate, it’s not nine; it’s eleven!"

"These two Student Commemorative Coins are real vampires!"

Mu Daxian kept conversing with Mao Feiyang to maintain his will, in case he really couldn’t endure the draining by the Angel Sculptures.

"What happens if an Angel Sculpture drains me dry?" Mao Feiyang suddenly asked.

"Nothing much," Mu Daxian thought for a moment, then said solemnly, "You won’t even realize you’re dead, until you’re completely turned into a sculpture and become a Pseudo-Human, you might not even feel what’s happening."

"That...?" Mao Feiyang’s heart trembled fiercely, "Not feeling death? So if even I don’t know that I’m dead, yet I can still move, am I alive or dead?"

Mu Daxian was taken aback, seemingly stumped by Mao Feiyang’s question, then seriously considered before saying, "Being alive is feeling that you’re alive; being dead is others thinking you’re dead."

"What? Brother, I’m not studying for a master’s degree, can you talk in layman’s terms?"

"Perception," Mu Daxian said, "It depends on perception."

"Just like Pseudo-Humans, usually, we can’t tell whether they can be turned back, so we just cut them down when it’s time to act without hesitation."

"You mean... only by knowing you can’t live do you realize you’re really dead?"

Is the status of a Pseudo-Human a kind of alternative "life," where the dead are unaware of their death, posing such a brutal and baffling dialectical question?

"Why can I sense the malice from the Angel Sculptures but not from Him?"

"The Angel Sculptures really want to kill you, but He has never cared about you," Mu Daxian explained.

"You don’t care about stepping on a few ants when you walk," he continued.

"He’s not on the same level as us. If you want to draw His attention, you’d at least have to elevate your life to the level of the Angel Sculptures...

"But by then, you’re no longer considered ’human.’"

"Forget it, don’t think too much about it; it’s not something you can access right now," Mu Daxian shook his head, glanced towards the direction of Building C of the Teaching Building, "Focus on getting through the immediate crisis first."

He was almost in the Teaching Building C, so nearly the entire area of Building C was dark.

A little further out, the lights flickered on and off, becoming dimmer, and beyond that, the incandescent lights were relatively dim but still on; further out, the lights in the Teaching Building were constantly on.

Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang were wandering in the area between the constantly on and slightly dimmer lights.

Using a simple and vivid analogy, the two of them were like a duo going willingly to take Yang Yuhuan’s second skill.

"He rarely attacks us directly, but there are always exceptions."