AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 803 - 370 Dream Building

Chapter 803: Chapter 370 Dream Building

"Boom boom boom..."

Under the fierce impact of the airwaves, Lin Yi’s skin on his face rippled like a lake’s surface. He felt his eardrums might burst as sharp, painful buzzing filled his ears, making it difficult to lift his head, and his spine nearly bent under the pressure...

"Don’t resist! Accept the ’Holy Hall’s’ strike, its torrent will take you to every corner of the Art Building!"

The terrifying airwaves continuously shook and fiercely washed out in all directions, causing the Night Watchman’s body to once again experience a frame-drop feeling of "stuckness".

Lin Yi’s body also showed a tendency to be annihilated, as countless powder particles floated out from his body like flaking skin.

Inside his body, a golden skeleton as if cast from gold, had a foggy aura floating over its surface, which no matter how the airwaves washed over, stayed condensed...

He bowed his head tightly, watching the time on his wristwatch, trying to relieve some mental pressure and accept the strike from the ’Holy Hall’.

But it was this downward glance that made him notice a strange pattern on the dial of his watch, one he felt he had seen somewhere before, appearing under the rush of the ’Holy Hall’s’ airwaves.

After a moment of stunned realization, he suddenly remembered, the pattern that had emerged on this watch is none other than that of the giant dial on the Bell Tower!

Those scratches on the watch dial exactly matched the star intersections on the Bell Tower!

"This...?!" Lin Yi’s heart surged with tumultuous waves, but he found himself speechless.

Just then, another wave of air fiercely washed down, pouring into his spine like an enlightening balm!

"Boom—"

Lin Yi felt like he exploded!

A white light appeared before his eyes, his consciousness seemed to be abruptly pulled out of the familiar three-dimensional world by a pair of invisible giant hands, and suddenly, the scenery before his eyes shattered like a multitude of hammers striking a mirror simultaneously.

Space no longer followed any logic, straightforward lines twisted like mad serpents, entwining and devouring each other and splitting, the silhouette of the Bell Tower looked like a crumpled piece of paper forcibly torn apart, bricks, glass, and steel beams floated and intersected in ways that defied gravity and structural logic...

The black sky looked like a canvas splattered with disordered colors, azure and fiery red, pitch black and glaringly white chaotically intertwined, rotated, turning clouds into monstrous figures with snapping jaws that instantly melted into droplets of glowing slime, pouring down from the sky but suddenly turning mid-air, shooting off in unpredictable directions.

His body felt elongated, flattened, twisted by an invisible force, limbs bent at inconceivable angles, his head inflated like a balloon, facial features flowing arbitrarily on his face merging together, his eyes twinkling with chaotic light, at times hollow, at times shooting out a chilling madness...

His movements were no longer coherent, like a broken puppet being randomly jerked, each joint making creaking sounds, as though it would fall apart the next second, yet continuing this grotesque dance with a strange resilience.

He discovered the stone tiles beneath him sometimes became like an uneven sea surface, at others filled with sharp teeth and bottomless ravines...

The whole world turned into a surreal geometric body permeated by a golden aura and filled with dazzling white light, the edges of all buildings formed by pure white lines, yet they all lost their original contours.

Space seemed to have collapsed, no straight line remained unblemished in the entire world, flat wall lines now alive like vines, wildly twisting, intertwining with each other, forming complex knots that made one’s head spin, as if to tighten the entire space...

The gaps between the floor tiles, those originally parallel lines, started diverging in all directions, like countless paths leading to the unknown, yet disappearing in an instant as they intersected each other.

"Boom boom boom—"

Lin Yi’s ears were filled with frenzied wind, as if he had plunged into a huge, rolling wind tunnel, pummeled by barriers, disoriented...

Again, countless tunnels appeared before him, as if he was a speedster racing through numerous twisting, entwined passages, or those full of sharp corners... His consciousness rapidly expanded, like water flowing into a field, then terrifyingly quickly filling the entire field...

Countless details began feeding back to him, making him feel like his brain might explode.

"Very successful..." An ethereal voice echoed in his ears.

Among these countless collapsing images, he seemed to see a blurry light, akin to those common LED lights on surgical tables...

"Very successful..." The voice sounded again, but this time louder, "Repeater kid... Repeater kid... Can you hear me?"

The blurry light gradually focused, eventually transforming into a somewhat unreal figure, a... golden, emitting white light, ethereal sphere, within which seemed to be the vague face of the Night Watchman...

"’02’?" Lin Yi tentatively spoke, excessive sounds gradually echoing and fading in the form of "02...2...2..."