Chapter 1604
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Chapter 1604 Inside the Dungeon
Mist.
Two figures slowly emerged from the gray, hazy world as waves swept through the narrow valley, producing a thunderous roar.
“Is this the location you chose?” Under the black hood, An Qingyu’s face lifted slightly, without his scholarly black glasses, his demeanor somewhat austere.
“No choice, the hell that Nicholas set up was destroyed by someone, so we had to create a new space,” [Chaos] shrugged, an expression of helplessness appearing on his dark face.
[Chaos] raised his palm toward the center of the canyon and gently clenched it.
An invisible wave of air compressed and dispersed, the churning waves in the canyon suddenly stilled. The next moment, the entire stormy sea area became calm, like a deep green mirror reflecting the ruggedness of the canyon walls on both sides.
As [Chaos] descended onto the sea surface, a ripple gently spread, transforming into a vortex that shattered the mirror-like surface, extending deep into the unfathomable seabed.
He carried the remnants of [Black Goat] and lightly leaped, disappearing into the vortex. An Qingyu narrowed his gray eyes and similarly entered the vortex.
The deep-sea vortex swept around An Qingyu, and moments later, their figures strangely emerged from another inverted sea surface.
Mist, sea, canyon—everything was like the sea in reality. The only difference was that this world had no sun or moon. A chaotic sky pressed down upon the sea and canyon, giving a sense of oppressive heaviness.
“You created a mirror world?” The gray in the depths of An Qingyu’s eyes flashed as he instantly analyzed this realm.
“Of course,” [Chaos] chuckled. “[Black Goat] is barely alive. Before [The Key to the Gate] revives, you can’t do much except make sacrifices to the Gate of Truth. I haven’t recovered to my peak strength either. If they surrounded us together, it would be troublesome.
Although this place isn’t like a true divine realm, it’s extremely difficult to discover and allows us to recover slowly.”
An Qingyu nodded, his gaze sweeping over the two towering black sea straits before him, and walked alone toward one of them.
“Let’s not interfere with each other. This half is mine.”
Seeing this, [Chaos] raised an eyebrow. “Wait.”
An Qingyu stopped and frowned, looking back.
“You can have that half, no problem, but you’d better give me a definite answer. [The Key to the Gate], when will it revive?”
“The Gate of Truth isn’t repaired enough yet. It will take some time.”
“Some time, how long?”
“About four or five years, I suppose.”
“Are you joking with me?” [Chaos] narrowed his eyes, a grim expression appearing on his dark face.
An Qingyu stared at him for a long time before slowly speaking:
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
As the words fell, the atmosphere in the strait instantly froze.
“What about those Mi-Go? Can’t they sacrifice lives to accelerate [The Key to the Gate]’s revival?” After an unknown period, [Chaos] spoke.
“Do you think the number of Mi-Go is endless?” An Qingyu countered. “They are my faithful followers. To speed up [The Key to the Gate]’s awakening, they’ve sacrificed themselves almost to extinction. The remaining ones, even combined, can’t advance it much.
If you think I’m deceiving you, you might as well kill me directly and see if [The Key to the Gate] still has a chance to revive.”
An Qingyu’s words grew increasingly sharp. A cold wind swept through the canyon, making his black robe flutter loudly.
[Chaos] frowned deeply, eyeing An Qingyu as if trying to directly perceive his thoughts, but under the gaze of those gray eyes, it had no effect whatsoever.
After a long while, he slowly spoke: “Four years. Within four years, I must see [The Key to the Gate] revive…”
An Qingyu didn’t answer. With his hands tucked inside his black robe, he turned and disappeared into one side of the strait. Rolling gray mist enveloped half the strait like a tornado, forming an impenetrable wall.
[Chaos] withdrew his gaze and similarly returned to his own strait. Sitting cross-legged on a huge rock, he opened his palm, and a miniature model of a hospital appeared in his hand.
“Next, it’s time to completely control you…”
…
Gods’ Psychiatric Hospital.
Dungeon.
The once empty cells were now filled with green figures. Azhu was curled up on the damp floor, his face pale, as if asleep.
In the cell opposite him, a blood-covered figure leaned against the wall, his state between life and death uncertain.
“Manager, Manager…”
A voice came from the adjacent cell.
The blood-covered figure suddenly opened his eyes and turned to make a hushing gesture toward the neighboring cell. “Keep it down! That guy can hear!”
The voice from next door immediately disappeared. A moment later, a hand reached through the bars, dipped in water, and began writing on the ground:
—Manager, Azhu is starving to death.
Seeing these words, Li Yifei’s blood-stained face trembled slightly. After sighing, he reached out to write:
—Our souls have been signed over to Seven Night. With the hospital’s protection, even if we die, we can be resurrected… at most, we’ll suffer some pain.
Just as the panel stated, “As mythical creatures killed by your own hands, you have the right to decide the fate of their souls.” Seven Night killed them and employed them as caretakers. Even though [Chaos] now controlled part of the hospital, he couldn’t determine their life or death, so he could only imprison them in the dungeon.
—Manager, when will this hell end?
Seeing these words, Li Yifei shook his head and continued writing:
—I don’t know.
—If He completely controls the hospital, will we be utterly destroyed, soul and all?
—…I don’t know.
—Will the Director come to save us?
Li Yifei didn’t answer. In his mind flashed the scene of Seven Night’s soul being knocked out of his body by [Chaos]… Given the circumstances, it was hard to say whether Seven Night was even still alive.
Who could have imagined that the seemingly most kind and gentle Yeland was actually [Chaos] in disguise?
Was there nothing they could do except wait for death here?
Li Yifei’s fist clenched tightly, his heart filled with unwillingness and anger. He raised his blood-crusted hand and struck the bars heavily, but they didn’t budge.
After an unknown period, in the darkness, Li Yifei sighed bitterly…
Hunger and pain gradually occupied his mind, his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred. He knew he wasn’t far from death this time.
In his daze, he seemed to have a dream. He saw a young man dressed in Han dynasty Confucian attire slowly walking toward him…
The young man crouched before him, gently patted his shoulder, and smiled:
“The time to respond to the [Holy Covenant] has come… Li Yifei, don’t forget the mission entrusted to you by that great one.”
As Li Yifei’s eyes were about to close, he saw a shadow slip from the young man’s palm into his hand…
It was a white chess piece.
