Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 656 - 487 Half-Plane of Fear_1

Chapter 656: Chapter 487 Half-Plane of Fear_1

Especially when a black fog surged furiously into existence, Philancy clung to Gaven like an octopus, fearing they would be separated.

The moment Gaven saw the black fog, he felt a chill shoot up from the soles of his feet, burrowing under his scalp, his entire body turning ice-cold.

In his eyes, it wasn’t just black fog, but a terrifying monster capable of devouring human souls.

A name uncontrollably surged into Gaven’s mind.

Half-Plane of Fear.

This place was also known as the Land of Mist because it was perennially shrouded in mist, and divided into different areas; these mists behaved like living creatures, frequently invading other planes, dragging the beings from there back here to be imprisoned forever. Even the mighty power of the gods could not penetrate this place, everything here was dominated and ruled by the Demon Domain Lord, and thus, this world was also known as the Demon Realm.

Throughout Felen, there were legends and tales about this horrific existence, most of which were related to miserable and desolate stories of disappearances.

There were many secret legends about it, but few who truly understood it, just as its name was shrouded in mist.

Because it had a terrifying feature, it was like a prison, firmly incarcerating anyone who entered its world, whether willingly or by force.

Apart from the Ether Mist, there were no portals from any other world connected to it, and cross-dimensional Teleportation Spells had no effect on it; even the powerful ninth-tier Wish Spell couldn’t transport those who entered this plane out of this world.

The only certainty was that this world was led by evil, with countless acts of madness, malevolence, bizarreness, perversion, and horror taking place here.

And Philancy was now trapped in this world.

But what surrounded her wasn’t various horrifying things; it was loneliness.

She was trapped in an empty Mage Tower, surrounded by endless Mist, with no living beings, not even any sound, only infinite loneliness.

It was an isolated island in the midst of the mist, the only point of light perhaps being the only window above, which was connected not to another place but to the Magic Cottage buried beneath the Stone Stallion Inn.

For a Legendary Spellcaster, it wasn’t various monsters that were horrifying, because even in a demon half-plane, a Legendary was the top existence.

But in the face of such solitude, even a Legendary Spellcaster was powerless.

In front of it, there was no difference between a Legendary Spellcaster and an ordinary person, the only difference being a stronger Will, able to bear it for a longer time, but the thought of an endless duration still induced infinite despair and Fear.

This explained why, after Gaven had challenged Philancy repeatedly, the Legendary Spellcaster was still so amenable and spared no effort to help him.

Because in her subconscious, she wanted more interaction with others; she was also conflicted about the reconstruction of the Stone Stallion Inn.

She feared her greatest secret being exposed, her anchor in the Material Plane being destroyed, depriving her even of the chance to briefly appear in the Material Plane, forever trapped in this lonely Mist tower.

Yet she also hoped the Inn would be rebuilt so that more people would move in. That way, she could at least be in touch with more people through this window, even if it meant using The Weeping Witch or the Silent Phantom to scare travelers—after all, to an extremely lonely person, it wasn’t a bad little game.

Gaven grinned at Philancy and said, "I’ll take you home."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the process completely reversed.

The original drawing force turned into a push, propelling Gaven and Philancy outward. The black fog receded at a visible pace, and the Mist retracted.

In the blink of an eye, they were back in the basement of the Stone Stallion Inn.

The only change was that Philancy, like in the mist, clung to Gaven like an octopus.

This Illusion Realm, with its feeling of companionship fostered by wine, was indeed unique, a mixture of reality and illusion.

Even Gaven couldn’t be one hundred percent certain—was he merely a bystander that had been involved in the replay of Philancy’s emotions?

Or had they truly walked a circle in the Ether Mist, venturing into the dreaded Half-Plane of Fear for an on-site observation?

At least the previous tactile experience was one hundred percent real, not a false construct.

Gaven, as an observer, couldn’t completely distinguish—not to mention Philancy, who was directly involved.

Gaven could clearly smell the unique fragrance emanating from her, a blend of orchid with threads of mist, as if tangible, tickling his nose yet also inexplicably enchanting, making him unable to resist taking a few more whiffs.

"Did we really come back?" Philancy still looked utterly distraught, "I left that ghastly place?"

Without thinking, she examined her own body, and her initially dawning expression of joy suddenly froze. The strange fog was still clinging around her.

"We’ve only come back temporarily; your body is still trapped in the Land of Mist," said Gaven, who of course had no ability to take Philancy out of the Land of Mist.

Just now, he had simply sensed the waning of the Wine for Friendship’s power and took the opportunity to show off a bit, to deepen her impression of him and earn favor.