AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 706 - 324 Is that "You" Over There?_2

Chapter 706: Chapter 324 Is that "You" Over There?_2

But it’s just a drop in the bucket.

Yet now the Graveyard of the Deceased has been reduced to nothing but a shell, and the ’materials’ that remain seem to have more than just this function; Lin Yi’s intuition told him that these materials could indeed have a certain repairing effect on the cracks.

The reason it’s not working now isn’t that it’s not possible, but rather that the method is wrong—the method used by Boss and the other Physical Education Execution Officers is wrong!

Since even Boss and his team can’t do it, Lin Yi decided to leave it be for now. With the fading of the Graveyard of the Deceased, the predicament he’d been facing should crumble away; it was also time to return to his original form.

However, when he shifted his attention toward his original form, attempting to return, he subtly received a message to "wait a minute."

His original form wasn’t "disallowing," it was "somewhat resistant," without a trace of an "inviting" intention.

He paused for a moment, then felt that if he insisted, he could still return to his original form. But he found that his original form seemed to still be absorbing the surrounding Breath, transforming them all into golden aura and then using it to remodel his body.

This resistance from the Instinct of his original form was like a workbench with autonomous consciousness undergoing some kind of self-modification. The intervention of a subjective will could affect or interrupt this process.

"Well, well... the greatest beneficiary of the Banquet is me?" A few absurd thoughts surfaced in Lin Yi’s heart.

After all, during such a meal, the Sports Student merely ate blue dishes, the Art Student only ate green dishes, the Physical Education Teachers had a couple bites of red and golden dishes, but he had no dietary restrictions at all.

Not just devoid of restrictions, he gorged himself.

Preposterous, truly preposterous.

But having nothing else to do, and being idle just the same, Lin Yi turned his attention back to the crack in The City Wall, pondering whether there was any way to make the shell of the Graveyard of the Deceased more effective.

If it could only reach the ’sticker’ phase, then it wouldn’t be very meaningful, but if it could reach the ’Wall Powder’ phase, the significance would be substantial.

Maybe Boss and the others were ineffective not because their method was wrong, but because they just couldn’t do it at all.

Or perhaps, the crack-filled City Wall is the result of their efforts. Without their interventions, might it have already collapsed?

With this thought, he no longer hesitated; powered by will, he slowly unfolded ’My World’. Soon, the wall in his conception turned golden, with every detail outlined by glowing golden lines against a black background.

But that wasn’t enough. The golden Framework was layered like a model, and beneath The City Wall, it returned to the grid-filled appearance he had observed following the changes in the Layers.

This is The City Wall’s structure within the Layers; every single gridline corresponds to spatial changes within the Layers, entwined and airtight, lying beneath the cracks like the rebar within reinforced concrete or the main beams in a building—it’s the true foundation of The City Wall.

And now, he found that in parts of The City Wall plagued with cracks, the gridlines were also twisted, not as smooth as those in areas with intact bricks above.

Lin Yi hypothesized, "The key to perfectly integrating the shell of the Graveyard of the Deceased with the wall might be in smoothing out those twisted gridlines."

Thinking this, he began to feel around and attempt it, after all, he was trying to touch those gridlines...

At this moment, the entire World before his eyes was an overlapping version of ’My World’ and reality. As he made his attempt, ’My World’ anchored onto The City Wall like an ethereal Framework.

In this instant, ’My World’ was like a plumb line hanging straight down under the effects of gravity during construction.

At the same time, the golden aura silently spread out, following the guidance of Lin Yi’s consciousness to stir the gridlines beneath The City Wall’s cracks, attempting to correct the grids according to the standards of ’My World.’

An incredible scene unfolded at that moment: as Lin Yi’s consciousness touched the gridlines, an extraordinary sensation, like an electric current, fed back into his consciousness...

This sensation was difficult to describe in mere words; it was like he had entered into a mechanism left behind by some super-ancient civilization, lightly touching the still gleaming control panel after who knows how many eons, feeling a tremble deep in his soul as if resonating with the mechanism...

"This City Wall...?!"

This City Wall was as if a living thing, as though it possessed its own life!

No time to be amazed, Lin Yi cautiously tried to manipulate the grid lines, but these seemingly delicate lines were as tough as hardened steel, and all his efforts couldn’t stir them in the slightest.

"This is too hard!"

Lin Yi couldn’t help but grimace, and then, to his surprise, he found that while the grid lines didn’t change, they seemed to be absorbing the golden aura, a large part of which was the breath he used to guide the Graveyard of the Deceased, and another part was from the Graveyard of the Deceased itself.

After he lured the thick husk of the Graveyard of the Deceased over, it began to crumble as if it had been tossed into a shredder, the skeletons which remained intact and sturdy under the influence of the old kerosene lamps and the fluctuations of the Cautions, had now become much more fragile and slowly started to disintegrate.

Such a change might require a catalyst. Based on Lin Yi’s current level of cognition, he couldn’t determine whether this was solely related to its contact with the grid inside The City Wall, or whether it was also due to the influence of his golden aura, "My World," or even other forces.

In any case, under the current circumstances, the husk of the Graveyard of the Deceased was being crushed bit by bit, pressed by The City Wall to extract its last value, turning into something imbued with golden aura.

Compared to the blood and flesh of the Angry Angel Sculpture, which perished into sculptures and then vanished, the remaining skeleton of the Angry Angel seemed to have a higher purity.

The flesh of the Angry Angel could only perish into blue, green, and red breath, along with a small portion of different colored breath, but the skeleton was directly perishing into golden aura with some distinct colors.

The purity goes without saying!

Interestingly, once Lin Yi used the golden aura as an "intermediary" to guide the husk of the Graveyard of the Deceased onto The City Wall’s grid line, the grid began to shift its focus of absorption to the Graveyard of the Deceased, alleviating the pressure on him while it uncontrollably began "scooping up the gravy", stealthily stealing away the golden aura from the Graveyard of the Deceased...

"Am I...’stealing food’?!"

Lin Yi was thoroughly confused by "himself" now, not to mention indulging in gluttony, but why the hell had he started stealing food too?!

He was stunned, but it had nothing to do with him.

It was all down to his Instinct, not guided by his own will!

"What does you arresting Lu Xun have to do with me, Zhou Shuren?"

"Wait... just wait!"

The moment he thought of Master Lu’s joke, something seemed to explode in Lin Yi’s mind, and he suddenly had a chilling suspicion.

When this thought appeared, his consciousness quivered reflexively.

He tried to keep calm, then tentatively looked at his own body and asked Wen Dao, "Is it ’you’ over there, the ’me’ after falling asleep tonight?"

The self in the dream was half a day behind his current self!

Thus, Lin Yi made an assumption!

The future The City Wall did really collapse!

And after falling asleep, his self, using the dream to interfere with reality, was guiding the "him" from the past in the dream to take some remedial measures!

He didn’t have such ability now, but as time went on, the future him might well be able to do it!

Even Security Guards could faintly perceive the presence of his self in the dream, which clearly indicated... this seemed truly possible!

"Time is a curse"

"Could it be... could it really mean that?!"

"I... am reversing the future?!"