infodatos Chapter 105 The New Recipe
Chapter 105 The New Recipe
Green found himself still standing in the rotunda, but the bronze table and the gray, misty figures seemed to have receded into the background, becoming translucent.
On the radial stone floor in the center of the hall, an even denser gray mist rose. Instead of spreading, the mist quickly condensed and shaped, as if an invisible hand was writing on the stone slabs.
The grayish-white mist condensed into lines of clear text, radiating a faint, spiritual glow:
Sequence 8: The Magician
Main materials:
The stomach pouch of a soul eater.
20 ml of blood from a deep-sea marlin.
Auxiliary materials:
80 ml of pure water.
5 ml of essential oil made from hornbeam.
10 grams of *Hylocereus undatus* powder.
A single blooming red chestnut flower.
Role-playing rules:
Remember, there is performance and fooling, and fooling can also be replaced by "deception".
"Playing the rules?" Green gasped.
Is this... guiding him in the right direction?!
The text floats silently, each word carrying the weight of cold knowledge.
Greene almost instinctively and greedily etched every detail into his mind, his heart pounding with excitement.
This is clear guidance!
The Fool responded to him in a way he had never expected, directly giving him the recipe and rules for playing Sequence 8!
Just as he was certain he had memorized the last word, the suspended gray mist characters disintegrated silently, like sand scattered by the wind, and re-merged into the surrounding mist.
Immediately afterwards, the gray mist in the space directly in front of him seemed to be parted by an invisible hand, and an ordinary oak door, out of place with the style of the surrounding ruins, appeared out of thin air and stood quietly.
The door was unlocked, just slightly ajar, and a steady, soft light shone through the crack, contrasting sharply with the gray and dilapidated state of the ruins.
Green took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement and trepidation.
He glanced back at the gray, misty figure at the end of the long table, still as silent as a sculpture. The figure made no comment, as if everything that had just happened was simply part of a pre-arranged program.
Without further hesitation, he reached out and pushed open the oak door.
This is a space whose exact size cannot be determined, extending into the hazy gray fog in all directions.
The most eye-catching feature is the hundreds of "doors" suspended in this space.
There are rustic and heavy oak doors, church-style arches inlaid with stained glass, fantastical doors that shimmer and seem to be constructed of crystal, rusty iron doors, and even "door"-shaped openings formed by the distortion of light.
They floated haphazardly, some still, some slowly rotating, with different halos of light and barely discernible subtle sounds shining through the cracks in the doors, as if behind each door lay a completely different and novel world.
As Green looked at the doors, an overwhelming sense of curiosity welled up inside him.
"Where is this...?" he murmured to himself.
He carefully approached the nearest plain wooden door and gently pushed it open a crack.
Behind the door was a sun-drenched grassland filled with exotic flowers, a gentle breeze carrying a refreshing fragrance, and in the distance, docile, luminous creatures that I had never seen before were leaping about.
He took a deep breath, stepped back, and closed the door.
The second door, once opened, revealed the sound of waves crashing against the rocks. Inside, it seemed to be a viewing platform on a cliff, with a purple ocean shimmering with starlight below and three moons of different colors hanging in the sky.
Behind the third door came the hustle and bustle of the market and the sounds of people, with figures in strange costumes and floating stalls vaguely visible.
The fourth door led to absolute silence and profound darkness, with only a few points of light, like distant stars, twinkling...
Every scene was beyond Green's imagination, filled with an indescribable allure.
The initial caution began to waver under the constant onslaught of novelty.
"Just taking a look... it should be okay, right? The door's right here, I can come back anytime." He told himself that, but his heart was beating faster than usual.
He began to push the door open more boldly, and even tried to stick half of his body inside to feel it.
He walked into the grassland and stepped on the soft, shiny grass.
He stood on the edge of the purple ocean cliff, letting the salty and strangely energetic wind caress his cheeks;
He tried to make out the cries of vendors from that otherworldly market...
Each safe return emboldened him.
He began to move beyond brief peeks and began to explore deeper interactions within the different worlds of the doors.
Green touched the glowing flower with his spirituality, attracting a group of curious, luminous creatures to surround it;
He then attempted to use his "apprentice" abilities to perceive the spatial structure of the purple seawater;
He even wanted to scavenge some trinkets from the "gate" of that market.
Amazing!
Green almost forgot about time, immersed in the joy of discovering a new continent. At that moment, he felt like a lucky explorer, possessing the key to countless secret realms.
He was like a child who had found the world's biggest and most magical toy house, excitedly moving between door after door, comparing which world had more magnificent scenery and which world had a more special atmosphere.
Green now feels like he can do anything.
He even began to wonder if he had been too timid before. With such power of the "door," wouldn't he be able to roam the world at will?
However, just as he was reaching his peak of interest and preparing to choose the most ornate-looking gemstone door with the strongest energy fluctuations to explore—
Without any warning.
All the doors disappeared at the same instant.
It wasn't shut down, but rather wiped away completely, as if erased by an eraser, leaving no trace.
Green's hand, which was reaching for the jewel door, froze in mid-air, and the excited smile on his face vanished.
He looked around blankly.
The door, which had just been filled with various lights, sounds, and scents, is now completely empty. Only an endless, deeper gray mist is slowly swirling around it.
Immediately afterwards, the surrounding gray fog began to dissipate, not vanish, but become transparent.
The sense of ground beneath my feet has also disappeared.
Green found himself suspended in... the void.
No, it's not just emptiness.
After the gray fog dissipated, what appeared before him was the vast and boundless universe.
There is no distinction between up, down, left, or right; only a deep, boundless darkness serves as the canvas, adorned with countless stars, nebulae, and galaxies.
A massive spiral of stars slowly rotated, radiating a cold yet magnificent light;
The colorful nebulae are like a veil over the universe, exuding an aura of both creation and destruction;
A distant supernova explosion is like a brief but brilliant firework; the region where a black hole resides distorts even light, forming a chilling dark vortex...
The magnificence, splendor, and profundity of the scene far surpassed the sum of all previous gate worlds, reaching a level that was truly awe-inspiring.
Green was speechless for a moment. All his excitement, elation, and curiosity were shattered by the overwhelming, pure "vastness".
He opened his mouth wide, but no sound came out. He could only stand there blankly in the center of the universe, feeling an indescribable sense of insignificance.
Beauty, a magnificent beauty beyond words.
But it was also cold, incredibly cold, and incredibly empty.
He tried to move, but found that no matter which direction he "walked," the scenery hardly changed.
Those stars seemed so close, yet so despairingly distant.
He ran with all his might, but the Milky Way was still far away, and the nebula was still ethereal.
He was like a speck of dust thrown into the ocean; no matter how much he struggled, he could not have any impact on this vast expanse, not even causing a ripple.
My sense of time is completely messed up.
It could be a fleeting moment, or it could be eternity.