infodatos Chapter 253 People in big cities are so cold-hearted...
Chapter 253 People in big cities are so cold-hearted...
Chapter 253 People in big cities are so cold-hearted...
The moment Klein saw this bizarrely styled modern city above the gray fog, he was so startled that he stood up from his seat.
Whether it was the city's architectural style, or that eerie trolley, the rickshaw, and the girl in the cheongsam on it, everything perfectly matched the image of a certain city in his memory.
"But the timeline doesn't match up. This isn't the era I lived in before I time-traveled; it's something from much earlier times."
"Perhaps the connection between these two worlds is far deeper than I imagined."
As he whispered, he saw the sky, which was always shrouded in a dark, misty haze, suddenly crack open with spiderweb-like marks, which were rapidly spreading downwards.
It seemed as if an unseen, terrifying hand was forcefully squeezing this world, trying to crush it.
He immediately shouted, "Run!"
Whoosh!
An unreal, dense sound of shattering glass echoed all around.
The sense of crisis spreading rapidly from all directions made Cyril's scalp tingle, but fortunately Klein's shout earlier brought him back to his senses, and he subconsciously opened a "door".
The instant he stepped through the "door" and left this collapsing mirror world, he vaguely heard a sigh that was both old and young.
It was only for a very brief moment, and then he left that strange and dangerous mirror world.
After he left, the mirror world, which had fallen into complete darkness, slowly lit up again, and a new mirror world, exactly the same as before, took shape once more.
The dark, gloomy fog that had always shrouded the sky had a hole in it, as if it had been punched hard.
Through this "hole," one can vaguely see a patch of grayish-white mist that flows silently.
In reality, deep in the forest of Bansi Island, inside a wooden cabin that was once used by hunters to rest, but has long been abandoned.
A group of people wearing black cloaks dismantled the only bed and table in the room, then surrounded the room and set up a makeshift altar.
In the corner of the room, a silver-plated mirror, which one of them had carelessly tossed to the ground, suddenly rippled with layers of dark blue light, forming what appeared to be a door.
Next, look, Cyril emerges from behind "了".
The atmosphere in the room suddenly froze the moment he appeared.
A group of "weather god" followers, dressed in black cloaks and gathered together, looked mysterious but held bricks and dirt in their hands, staring at him with blank faces.
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In the brief silence, none of the cultists in black cloaks spoke, seemingly pondering how to make their first words sound more imposing.
A phantom book, slowly turning its pages, was reflected in Sirion's eyes.
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
Chirp~
A fierce gust of wind blew out from Cyren's body, blowing the "Weather God" cultists who were gathered together to build the altar back to the walls in layers, and making the abandoned hut creak and groan.
This was an extraordinary ability he had "recorded" when he saw the bishop of the Deep Blue Church.
Surrounded by swirling, howling winds, Cyril gradually broke free from the constraints of gravity and flew out of the door that had been flung open by the gale.
Outside the cabin, propelled by the strong wind, Cyril rose higher and higher, taking in the entire surrounding forest.
The charred remains of the forest after the wildfire contrasted sharply with the normal green forest, resembling two intertwined giant pythons, forming a vortex-like shape.
The abandoned cabin was right at the center of this two-colored "vortex".
Klein's voice suddenly echoed in his ears:
"This is?"
"A ritual," Sirion said firmly.
"It's no coincidence that I came out of that eerie mirror world and ended up here; that mirror world is hidden behind one of the mirrors here."
boom!
A streak of blood-red lightning suddenly ripped through the clouds, and then Cyril found himself losing control of the wind, plummeting uncontrollably.
At the same time, from the scorched black and green forest below, several crimson flames shot towards him like arrows. Before being hit by the fire arrows, his body suddenly became ethereal, tinged with brilliant starlight, and then disappeared into thin air.
The next second, his figure suddenly appeared in front of the silver-plated mirror in the corner of the abandoned wooden house.
After taking in his surroundings, Sirion paused for a moment.
He had intended to teleport away from this eerie forest that had become a sacrificial site, but for some reason, his teleportation went astray.
He frowned, about to ask Klein, who was watching from above the gray fog, when the gray fog in front of him suddenly thickened and churned.
Immediately afterwards, two tall angels, one silver-white and one jet-black, broke through the gray fog and appeared before him.
The large wings enveloped him layer upon layer, and then Klein's voice rang in his ears:
"A very powerful force is interfering with my focus; be careful."
"Furthermore, the spirit world here has also been affected, causing your location to shift due to your 'teleportation' using the spirit world."
"You probably can't leave here using 'Flash' or 'Teleport'."
Klein's voice grew fainter and fainter until it was drowned out by the howling wind around him.
Cyril didn't press the matter, because his spiritual intuition was already giving him a frantic warning that danger was approaching from all directions.
Cry!
Circling swirls of air, carrying crimson flames, enveloped the entire abandoned wooden house, ignited it, and then burned it.
Within the raging crimson flames, specks of blazing white appear one by one, creating a chilling sensation.
Cyril frowned, his eyes rapidly turning the pages of an illusory book.
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
As the incantation appeared, dazzling starlight shone around him, rapidly intertwining and condensing into a brilliant starlight gate, only to disperse in the next instant.
The transfer failed.
However, his failure was not due to the influence of the spirit world, but rather because he lost control of the "Traveler's Gate" in that instant, and it naturally disintegrated.
...It's somewhat like being "conquered," and also somewhat like collapsing after a "disaster" or "apocalypse."
As the thought crossed his mind, the countless bright white light spots around him transformed into spears formed from pure, bright white flames.
The surrounding temperature suddenly rose, and Sirien could clearly feel his skin cracking and see a few strands of hair curling on his forehead.
The next second, the blazing white flame spears slashed through the air and shot towards him.
boom!
Amidst the deafening explosion, a crimson-white flame rose from the heart of the forest, a landscape of scorched black and verdant green.
A mirror world where the sky is always shrouded in a dark, misty haze.
In that trolleybus filled with heads attached to spines, Sirian's figure appeared out of nowhere.
After leaving the mirror world, he noticed that the mirror on the ground did not shatter like the glass window in the telegraph office, so he guessed that the mirror world here might not have been truly destroyed.
Given the circumstances, he suspected that even if he used other extraordinary abilities to evade attacks, he would be "conquered" or collapse after triggering a "disaster."
So he chose to risk returning to the mirror world affected by the "City of Calamity".
Most of the danger here comes from pollution, which is what he fears least.
The moment his figure appeared, all the heads floating in the carriage, some young and some old, turned to look at him.
Cyril swallowed nervously, then smiled and raised his hand to greet the heads around him:
"Um, good morning everyone."
"Is this the sightseeing bus to the Bund?"
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There was a long silence; not a single head in the packed carriage uttered a sound to answer his question.
"People in big cities are so cold-hearted..."
He scoffed and muttered a complaint, then his figure suddenly became ethereal and abruptly disappeared from the carriage.
On the other side of the street where the trolleybus was traveling, Sirian's figure suddenly "appeared".
He glanced back and, after confirming that the heads on the tram hadn't followed him out, relaxed a little.
"It seems that everything here is just a projection, and there is no danger other than pollution."
"Well, I guess that's not quite right. For most people, pollution itself is the greatest danger."
As he was talking to himself, Klein's voice suddenly rang in his ears:
"How did you get back here? Wasn't this mirror world destroyed just now?"
Hearing the familiar voice beside him, Sirion raised an eyebrow slightly and casually replied:
"You're still here? I thought your signal was bad and you had dropped the connection."
"An unknown force was affecting my extraordinary abilities just now. I have no choice but to take the risk and return to this strange mirror world."
Klein's voice echoed softly in my ears:
"I did disconnect for a moment, but the power that was affecting my gaze disappeared after you entered this strange mirror world."
"I had just turned my gaze back down when I heard you ask those eerie heads if that vehicle was a sightseeing bus heading to the Bund."
He paused, then his tone suddenly turned serious:
"Do you also feel like you've traveled back to Shanghai in the last century?"
"Huh? What are you looking at?"
Cyril pointed towards the sky with his chin, "Let's see if we can see the soles of your shoes from here."
Klein followed his gaze and raised his eyes, then saw that the dark, pervasive mist in the sky had a hole that looked like it had been punched by a giant's fist.
On the other side of the "hole" was a grayish-white mist that flowed silently.