AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 767 - 353: Flesh Mural, "Obsession Sculpture" (Extra 2000 words)

Chapter 767: Chapter 353: Flesh Mural, "Obsession Sculpture" (Extra 2000 words)

The thick scent of blood mingled with some rust stains pervaded the howling wind, drifting about with the blood mist, as if it had stained the lights in the hall with a terrifying, bloody hue.

Seeing Lin Yi’s reaction, Old Mo knew that this guy was truly quick-witted, instantly pulling his Vision Layers to the most real aspect of the Art Building Hall.

He nodded slightly, saying, "It seems that on you exists a kind of self-protective cover layer... So at any time, you first see the scene that you think you ’should’ see, and then you discover the way it ’ought to be.’"

"Like... some kind of ’Adaptation’, a gradual process... truly miraculous."

"’Adaptation’?"

"Again ’Adaptation’?!"

Is the value of these two words so high?

Nearly everyone Lin Yi met would mention the word "Adaptation" after learning about his situation, making it seem like he had a label similar to "Batman’s superpower is having money."

"What superpower do you have?"

"I can adapt to many environments..."

A Mutant like Darwin?

Lin Yi couldn’t muster any more sarcasm, for he had found the source of the gale—a broken hole at the top of the dome!

Above the hall’s dome, there was a stained glass painting formed by assembling countless pieces of colored glass windows. This kind of glass painting was extremely similar to those found in churches that tell religious secrets, and now, that glass window was shattered, covered in cracks as if something monstrous had lashed out at it.

It was also missing a corner, as if damaged during that lashing event, and the violent wind and rain gushed into the hall from that flaw. The rain, upon entering the hall, was quickly broken up by the wind, mixing with the blood to form the blood mist that now filled the room.

And on the walls around the hall, those murals that seem to depict some Believers and gods’ legends, were now in the midst of the blood mist, faintly revealing a mysterious glow. Some arcane and Supernatural Power exuded from those complex and broken pictorial symbols, diffusing out like ripples, guarding the Art Building Hall and preventing the blood mist from seeping into the murals...

"Those murals...?" The moment he looked at the walls, Lin Yi’s heart was fiercely tugged—at his distorted angle, the murals seemed to be writhing subtly, and the things that composed the lines of the murals were not something else, but seemed to be... bodies?

More precisely and horrifically speaking, human flesh. Bodies upon bodies appeared to be embedded within the walls like inlays; the limbs faintly outlining the traces of the murals. They seemed to fuse with the Art Building, their bodies growing into the wall rocks, then maintaining a strangely eerie and aberrant manner, they slowly grew.

Their everything seemed to have merged with the Art Building.

"Them... what are those people exactly? Why do they seem... to have the flavor of Alien Sculptures, of the Graveyard of the Deceased? Yet that Breath... doesn’t seem evil?"

"The murals in the Art Building Hall prevent the penetration of the blood mist, could it be related to them? But... but what exactly is their situation?"

In the hall below the murals, there were numerous Art Students dressed in dark green loose cloaks, holding paintbrushes, scattered throughout the hall without a clear formation, seemingly engaged in something unknowable.

Their hands were all raised, like scholars holding a pen unsure of what to write, yet there were no canvases before them.

All the Art Students were frozen there, as if turned into immobile sculptures by some vicious curse, and from their bodies constantly emerged a green Breath. As the green mist appeared, some of the blood mist also seemed to be extinguished, drifting out from within their bodies—indeed, all of this blood mist originated from the bodies of the Art Students!

"What’s wrong with them...?" For some reason, upon seeing this scene, Lin Yi felt an indescribable sense of sorrow—this was the emotion he sensed through Perception.

Old Mo sighed and then said, "They’re preventing the hall’s wound from widening."

He pointed at the hole in the dome’s glass.

Lin Yi was startled: "’Preventing from widening’? Does it mean it cannot be repaired?"

Old Mo explained, "The Art Building wasn’t constructed through conventional methods, and it also can’t be repaired by conventional means... Only Architects have the ability to carry out construction on the Layers level, but for some reasons, the officials have stopped focusing on the training of Architects... Although the Art Department still seeks to cultivate Architects, indeed, there has been a lengthy period of time since such a talent was born, even the emergence of some ’architectural’ talents hasn’t been seen..."

"Old Mo, you’re quite knowledgeable about the Art Department?"

"Big Golden Fur told me." Old Mo replied frankly, then continued, "The hole you see, that’s just what appears on the surface. It’s a hole on the Layers level, but eventually folded into what you can observe."

Lin Yi immediately thought of the Gymnasium’s ’The City Wall form’, those kinds of Layer-level cracks that were extremely difficult to repair; if the Art Building was the same, then it totally makes sense.

But what Lin Yi did not expect was that the Art Students were actually related to the Architects.