AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 787 - 362: The...... Clock Face of the Bell Tower

Chapter 787: Chapter 362: The...... Clock Face of the Bell Tower

Without the Art Student’s overwriting, the painting was like a Divine Lamp with its lid removed. The trapped Elf within lost its bindings and seeped out towards the layers beyond.

Its arms, with sharp nails, burst out from the wall as if puncturing through a layer of plastic film.

[Howl——]

As soon as the Sneering Angel’s body seeped out from the painting, it immediately took on a semi-translucent, ghostly appearance. Perhaps because it finally escaped the ball cage, it exuded a sense of deep relief, much like someone who has been constipated finally having a release.

However, what awaited it was not freedom, but Old Mo.

Old Mo didn’t give it any chance, directly entangling it with golden aura around its arms, reaching out and grabbing its wings, his pose exactly that of a farmer catching a big white goose.

Realizing something was wrong, the Sneering Angel tried to struggle, but it was forcefully pressed by Old Mo onto the stone slabs beneath their feet, and then, a rush of golden aura poured down on it.

Time was of the essence, and Old Mo was not the least bit sloppy. At that moment, he was a standard chef, processing the fresh ingredients with the cleanest and most efficient techniques.

But this time was different from before. This time, the Sneering Angel was the one holding the lamp.

Consequently, as it was bathed in the golden aura, the meridians within the Sneering Angel gradually cleared up, and then, multicolored gases began to seep out from within its body, dominated mainly by Grey Mist...

Soon, the body surface of the Sneering Angel turned ashen white.

While it convulsed, it transformed into a solid figure, like an Angel Sculpture descending from the sky but with its face planting first. The feathers behind it were straight as blade edges, and the droplets clinging to the feathers also began to solidify.

When it completely turned into a petrified Angel Sculpture, Old Mo took out a Pig-killing knife and tapped the shell of the Angel Sculpture several times with the handle of the knife.

The next moment, accompanied by a series of soft ’crack’ sounds, a web-like pattern of cracks covered the whole body of the Angel Sculpture. Seeing the time was right, Old Mo then slapped it hard.

’Bang!’

The Angel Sculpture flaked away like old tree bark, revealing a Dormitory Supervisor with a pale complexion in the midst of the cluttered debris.

This Dormitory Supervisor had a slightly plump body, even a bit clumsy looking, and his unconscious appearance was just like someone who had fallen deep into a dream.

Next to him, there lay a toppled, petrified hourglass, the sand inside frozen mid-fall, with much remaining.

Old Mo picked up the hourglass separately, then rolled up the sleeve of the Dormitory Supervisor.

There was a semi-transparent card on the wrist of the Dormitory Supervisor. The card seemed to be melding into the skin, but now it hadn’t fully integrated.

Old Mo took out the Pig-killing knife, and along the edge of the semi-transparent card, he peeled it off the body of the Dormitory Supervisor.

This scene should have been bloody, but throughout the process, the Dormitory Supervisor was still fast asleep, and not even a drop of blood or tomato sauce-like viscous substance was left on his wrist. It was as if he was a bionic human.

’He’s beyond saving,’ Old Mo said, ’Just like that Art Student.’

’What you see now is merely the ’form’ of a person; his will has all but died, almost as if everything but his toes had entered the Ghost Gate. With our current conditions, the probability of awakening him is zero.’

’And even if he were to awaken, he would have no chance of leaving the Art Building.’

’Rest in peace,’ Old Mo murmured, his Domain erupted, extracting all Transcendent Powers from the ’sleeping’ Dormitory Supervisor’s body.

And just as Old Mo had said, only a final wisp of Grey Mist remained inside the body of the supervisor. As the Grey Mist completely dissipated, he turned into a pure sculpture and then disintegrated into pieces.

Lin Yi silently watched the scene unfold, not knowing why, but he felt no trace of pity in his heart. It seemed that when the Dormitory Supervisor vanished with the classification of ’non-human,’ it was no different to him than the death of a wild beast.

’If we don’t take him out, would he have become a Nocturnal species?’

’Something like that,’ Old Mo said. ’He would have become a sophisticated fusion material with the qualifications to become an Alien Sculpture... a ’Super Nocturnal Species’.’

’Whether it devours and fuses with other Nocturnal Species, or it gets devoured and fused by others, it would give birth to Alien Sculptures.’

’Of course, Alien Sculptures are also very fond of such material...’

Lin Yi nodded. In short, the Dormitory Supervisor couldn’t survive. If one were overcome by an onslaught of mercy and attempted to save him, they would end up making themselves a target for Alien Sculptures as well.

Old Mo looked at the card in his hand, then handed the semi-transparent card to Lin Yi.

Once the card was peeled off, the part that had been attached to it also immediately turned into petrified sculpture fragments.

’Kid, remember this, from the moment you start to head back, you’re no longer a ’person without Identity.’ You are... ’Dormitory Supervisor-33-X0221119003’.’

Lin Yi took the card, looked down at the number on it and hesitantly said, ’He... entered the school on November 19, 2022? It’s already been half a year...?’

’Indeed, it’s been half a year. That ’33’ means it’s the Dormitory building’s 33rd floor. If he hadn’t been nailed to the wall by that Art Student, he would have become an old Sneering Angel by now, which is why I say we’re lucky,’ Old Mo held the Pig-killing knife in one hand and the hourglass in the other, then headed towards the exit without looking back.