CH 4

Rode felt extremely embarrassed and stole a glance at the nun. Her cheeks were red, she lowered her head, and tears seemed to shimmer in her eyes.

He didn't know what to say and could only quickly take off his shirt and lie face down on the bed.

After a while, he felt a slight chill on his back. The nun's soft and slightly cold hands were placed on both sides of his shoulder blades, and she began to gently stroke them while warm drops of water fell onto his spine.

A strange warmth rose in his body. Her movements were gentle like the clouds in the sky and gentle like a distant dream.

The faint scent of incense lingered in his nose. Only at this moment did Rode completely relax, and the anxiety, sensitivity, and melancholy brought by the unknown, fear, and death truly left him.

He felt like he was lying in a gentle water world, and his soul completely stretched out.

A soft and lingering singing voice came to his ears.

"I bring fresh rain from rivers and oceans to quench the thirst of flowers;

I cast a light shade on green leaves, and when they shake off dewdrops from my wings,

they awaken every sweet and fragrant bud;

when their mother dances around the sun, she rocks them to sleep in her arms.

I wield the icy hammer of hail to pound the green fields

into silver and white, then dissolve the ice and snow with rainwater..."

...

In the dreamlike singing voice, Rode felt his soul burning, and his body became light and floating, as if he was floating in the boundless universe. His soul soared and rushed towards the vast and lonely darkness.

However, in the next moment, a sudden headache struck, and he felt the tearing pain clearly, accompanied by a dull pain.

Rode screamed in pain, knelt on the ground, and hugged his head. The pain was so clear, just like when the anesthesia disappeared during a tooth extraction, and every detail of the dentist's pliers touching the bad tooth was reflected in his brain, causing his nerves to collapse.

With superhuman willpower, Rode stood up and forced himself to open his eyes, only to find that he was no longer on the bed, and the nun was nowhere to be seen.

This was a world that was more like a dream.

He stood in the gray and dim mist, and the ground beneath his feet was pale and seemed to have lost its color.

There was only mist and soil around him, extending infinitely, as if there was no boundary.

"What, what is going on?"

Rode felt like his head was a mess, and the intense pain made his thoughts begin to blur.

He instinctively walked forward and soon discovered the only existence in this empty world.

A stone monument.

In a world without any reference points, it stood as if it were at the center of the world.

It was about three meters high, square-shaped, and gradually tapered from bottom to top, like an obelisk.

As he approached, he saw that the obelisk was covered with cracks, and in front of it, a humanoid shadow was vigorously striking it.

With each of its strikes, a dull pain appeared in his mind. They were so synchronized that it was as if the obelisk was his nerve.

Before Rode could react, the shadow noticed him, turned its head, and pounced on him at an astonishing speed.

In almost an instant, he was knocked to the ground, and the shadow grabbed his neck with one hand and struck his forehead with the other.The instinct to survive made Rode struggle desperately, but the power of the black shadow far exceeded him. Each heavy blow brought excruciating pain that shattered his soul. It had no facial features, only two terrifying red lights and a cracked black crevice, but it gave off a twisted hatred and an urgent desire to kill him.

Under the continuous heavy blows, Rode's will began to falter, and death was approaching. His vision began to blur, the world became dark, and he gradually couldn't breathe, as if the weight of reality was pressing down on him.

But he was still resisting, even though it was useless.

Am I going to die?

In the midst of the pain, Rode had only this thought in his mind.

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Is this my end?

He thought in despair.

Just then, a golden light pierced through the darkness and shot out from the chest of the black shadow.

It was like a star, like the sun, and seemed to be the crystallization of hope and dreams. Rode instinctively raised his hand and touched the inch of golden light.

In the next moment, as if his instinct had been triggered, Rode suddenly grasped it, as if he had grasped a blade of light.

Without any hesitation, he forcefully inserted it into the chest of the black shadow and then pulled it out forcefully.

The chest of the black shadow was torn open, and every bit of darkness on its body boiled up. Small black dots scattered and flew everywhere, like drops of water in a frying pan.

It had no facial features, but its expression was one of extreme pain. It had no voice, but its moaning seemed to be transmitted through the soul.

In the next moment, the black shadow shattered into countless pieces, accompanied by a strange wailing sound, and dissipated into black dust in the air.

It wasn't until the last trace of black disappeared into the gray mist that Rode came back to his senses.

He slowly stood up and was surprised to find that there were no wounds or blood on his body.

"What's going on?"

Rode was a little dazed and still a little shaken by the scare he just had.

The pain was too great.

He looked down and saw that the golden light was still in his hand.

"Is this...am I really not dreaming?"

Rode held up the golden light and carefully examined it. It was somewhere between substance and illusion, like solidified jelly, like melting gold, irregularly shaped, like a piece of sunlight that had been cut off.

"This is really amazing...is it some kind of weapon?"

This gave him a little courage. He took a few steps forward and came to the obelisk, surprised to find that it was self-repairing. The grayish-green stone surface was healing, and countless cracks were disappearing.

As the obelisk repaired itself, the severe pain in his head also disappeared, like the ebb of the sea, leaving only a slight residual pain jumping on his nerves.

"What the hell is this thing? Where am I?"

Rode felt like he had become a hundred thousand whys, with a head full of questions.

"Why does this obelisk seem to be synchronized with my spirit? Am I in the microscopic world? Are my nerves really that thick? Actually, my intelligence far exceeds Einstein's?"

"Well, that's a possibility too..."

Instinctively, Rode reached out his hand and touched the obelisk. The entire obelisk lit up slightly, and the surface of the monument became deep, like the night sky on an endless plain, with small dots of light dotted on the background, like the campfires of travelers on the wilderness.

"What is this?"Rode curiously looked at these dots, they were very dim, almost extinguished, only the one in the center was slightly brighter, emitting a dark red light, like a pile of just extinguished embers.

When he focused his attention, many small characters appeared on the dark red star.

But he didn't recognize any of them.

Damn.

Rode made up his mind instantly. If he had the chance, he would scan them.

Unable to read, Rode could only reluctantly shift his gaze.

But the other dots did not respond, they were small and dark, and disappeared if he didn't pay attention, like an illusion.

Rode searched for a long time without any discovery, and was about to exit when the corner of his eye suddenly noticed a small pale flame on the base of the stone tablet.

"Huh? When did this appear?"

Rode shifted his gaze and, at the moment of seeing it, a line of information appeared directly in his mind.

[The soul of the Northern Prince Hagor on the cold shore and the blooming flowers.]

"What is this? A soul?"

Rode looked at it for a few seconds, then shifted his gaze back to the dark red dot.

"Is there a connection between them?"

In an instant, his spirit seemed to be touched, and Rode looked surprised as the flame floated up and flew towards the dark light point in the middle, and was instantly swallowed by it.

The dark red light point obviously became brighter, and the red light boiled slightly, as if burning.

A strange feeling rose in Rode's body, and the whole world seemed different.

The golden light in his hand suddenly disintegrated into countless golden dots that entered the stone tablet.

"...What happened?"

Rode was confused and was about to study it carefully when suddenly he felt a weight under him, as if he was caught by something, and then a strong sense of falling appeared, and everything in front of him became blurred.

When he came back to his senses, he was back in the dim room, still lying on the bed, and the singing of Sister Nun was still ringing in his ears.

"...But I silently mocked my own empty grave,

Crawling out of the cave of rainwater,

Like a baby born from the womb, like a ghost leaving the cemetery..."

But her boneless little hand was not very restless, sliding gently over his waist, down his spine, sending an electric tingling sensation.

Boom!

The door was kicked open.

A three-meter-wide big lady rushed in and roared:

"Solitary confinement! Number seven! You are in solitary confinement!"