AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 914 - 423 Perception Leap

Chapter 914: Chapter 423 Perception Leap

"Then I’ll get ready." Lin Yi said as he reached into his backpack and secretly grabbed the Ouroboros Ring from the stone box, clutching it tightly in his palm before picking up the book from the ground.

But this brought up an issue—he needed one hand to hold the book and the other to grip the Ouroboros Ring, leaving no way to hold Li Huiyuan’s hand.

Because of the ring’s strange properties, he worried that just seeing it might somehow "contaminate" Li Huiyuan, so he decided against wearing it on his finger.

"How about... you hold my wrist instead?" Lin Yi, feeling somewhat embarrassed, shrank his neck slightly. Even as he said it, he felt utterly mortified.

"Lin Yi, you bastard!" Li Huiyuan glared at him angrily, but being quite sensible, she grabbed his wrist anyway. "You owe me a proper handhold! Think of this as paying interest!"

"Alright... whatever you say." Lin Yi, knowing he had no grounds to argue, agreed without resistance.

He then glanced at the watch on his wrist.

8:38.

He made a mental note of the time, took a deep breath, and began to direct his "perception" at the book in his hand, "Super Extreme Fighting! A Magical Girl’s Secret Awakening!"

The light around him seemed to dim. Suddenly, it felt as though he were standing atop the surface of a tranquil, black lake. Pure white ripples radiated outward from him, expanding rhythmically in sync with his perception.

But before long, he shifted the target of his focus. The ripples, as if possessing life, began to compress inward, eventually surging into the book in his hands, "Super Extreme Fighting! A Magical Girl’s Secret Awakening!"

*Buzz...*

In the seemingly endless darkness, the hentai manga in his hand unexpectedly emitted a soft glow. Soon after, countless threads representing Lin Yi’s perception began to emanate from it.

What unfolded next was bizarre.

As these threads spread out, they didn’t form the orderly ripple-like patterns one might expect, but instead erupted into a frenzied chaos of countless intertwining lines.

It looked like a party popper had exploded in Lin Yi’s hands at a wedding, sending an unfathomable mess of strings scattering haphazardly in all directions.

Twisted and fragmented streams of information traveled along these chaotic threads, flooding into Lin Yi’s mind and causing his whole body to twitch slightly.

"Lin Yi, are you okay? If this is too much, just stop..." Li Huiyuan’s voice rang out by his ear. The sensation of her gripping his wrist grounded him, offering a sense of stability, like an anchor for a lone raft struggling in a tumultuous storm.

"I... I’m fine..." Lin Yi summoned every bit of his composure to respond to Li Huiyuan in as calm a tone as he could muster before resuming his perception.

Deciding to abandon tracing the chaotic information along all the threads, he instead reeled in his thoughts and began to organize his focus.

"My hypothesis has to be correct... This information is indeed being ’written in real-time,’ but the person writing it must be employing some extraordinary method to embed it into the book..."

He thought of the movie "Interstellar," where Cooper, inside the five-dimensional space, used gravitational waves to transmit messages into the past via the movement of a watch’s hands—a means of communication both perplexing and profound. The hentai in his hand surely wasn’t the result of an art student scrawling notes in some lofty higher dimension, but there was undoubtedly some sort of "cause" at play here.

A spark lit within Lin Yi’s mind.

"Could it be possible... that the books on the shelf are simultaneously existing in this classroom and in another layer?"

"The power of the written word pierced through layers, transferring from the layer where the Art Building resides and arriving in this one? Enabling instantaneous information exchange between the Art Building and the campus?"

"Yet my perception... even amidst the gaseous energy waves of the ’Holy Hall,’ always followed certain patterns—it wouldn’t distort and collapse like it is now..."

"Could this interference be caused by ’Layer Transition’? Or is it a kind of energy field unique to such transitions?"

Lin Yi didn’t possess Old Mo’s ability to execute Layer Transitions, nor was he an official "Dream Builder." However, he could dream-build—and he had the Ouroboros Ring entrusted to him by the Night Watchman. Perhaps he could attempt to use the dream realm to make his perception leap over, peering into the layer he imagined, where an "art student is writing information."

Setting aside all distractions, he concentrated fully, investing all his attention into one of the perceptual threads that was oscillating continuously.

His intent, his consciousness, permeated forward like a quantum wave...

The countless lines of perception shifted before his eyes, transforming into vortex-like spirals. Thread after thread formed whirlpools, painting a vision reminiscent of the "Star Moon Night" phenomenon he’d once seen when Old Mo took him through a Layer Transition.

A flicker of joy rose in his heart—he knew this method was correct.

When a vast ocean spreads out before you, the right approach isn’t to conquer the entire sea at once but to first step onto a single wave.

Can’t even swim, and you call yourself a pirate? Eat shit!

And this feeling right now was akin to playing cat’s cradle: often, as soon as you start with the first move, you know you’re on the right track, and achieving the final result becomes only a matter of time.

Unhurried and focused, he maintained his perception. As the threads continued to unfurl, the paths they forged brought countless "Star Moon Nights" drifting away into the distance. The dazzling, vibrant layers began to flutter past him like swarms of iridescent butterflies...