CH 53

When Rode finally returned to the bright and clean campus, he felt as if he had traveled to another world.

The dark streets, terrifying sewers, deformed monsters, and shit-eating doomsday cultists had caused him great psychological trauma. He urgently needed the warmth and broad embrace of love to heal his wounded soul.

Rode successfully used this excuse to get the staff at the Military Affairs Department to help him apply for a half-day leave with credits.

This was the first time he had taken a leave since he enrolled, otherwise Kassan would have broken down his door rather than letting him skip class early.

Of course, since she got his door key, Kassan hadn't knocked on his door for quite some time.

This made Rode somewhat uneasy. What if she broke in and saw him doing something unspeakable? Her father was the Chief Adjudicator of the Internal Adjudication Department. Even if she didn't recognize the lightning symbol, her casual remark could solve the Chief Adjudicator's doubts.

The lightning symbol was Rode's biggest pain point now. He absolutely couldn't let anyone see him holding this symbol. Even though the Internal Adjudication Department hadn't mastered this cult's ritual symbol, no unknown symbol other than flames was allowed to appear in the royal city. All non-standard prayer rituals and procedures were prohibited.

If someone saw it, he would be considered a doomsday cultist.

Rode now had a very important clue. If his guess was confirmed, then he would definitely not be the murderer.

Hope was in sight, and he couldn't afford to fail now.

Be cautious, steady, and survive. This was his life motto.

When he returned to the dormitory, Rode didn't lie down on the bed. Even if he covered his hands with a blanket, it wasn't safe.

Although Kassan was in class, what if she came back?

What if she felt like turning his doorknob and entering his room?

What if she felt like pulling off his blanket again?

All of this was possible.

Therefore, he absolutely couldn't lie down on the bed and enter a dream.

The safest place should be the bathroom.

But to prevent the clichéd dog-blood plot of meeting in the bathtub in TV dramas, Rode specifically took off all his dirty clothes and laid them on a chair.

Then he went to the bathroom, closed the door, and locked it.

The white bird pattern on the bathroom ceiling emitted a faint light, illuminating the white space.

Rode turned the white jade knob to the left by thirty degrees, and hot water with steam sprayed out from the silver showerhead.

There was nothing more comfortable than taking a hot bath when tired. The conditions of Kimberly College were indeed very good, and the engineering technology was also very advanced.

The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom.

This was what Rode really wanted.

Unless Kassan lost her mind, she couldn't possibly not know that he was taking a shower. She couldn't possibly kick open the bathroom door and see him naked, with his eyes closed, holding an unknown cult symbol, as if performing some kind of perverted ritual.

Good.

Rode was slightly satisfied.

It should be safe now.He sat on the toilet, his thumbs intertwined and his left index finger pointing west and his right index finger pointing east, his three fingers curled and rotated 180 degrees.

His vision became blurry, like he had cataracts, and his soul rose into the air like he was on a hot air balloon.

When he felt the sensation of landing beneath his feet, he opened his eyes.

Silent, vast, endless.

As if a colorless gray mist flowed quietly around him, the pale land extended in all directions, submerged in the gray mist.

He had once again arrived in this wonderful dream world.

A blue obelisk stood in the center of the dream, and the black altar remained the same.

Looking around, there was no difference from yesterday.

Rode raised his hand and saw the pattern on the back of his right hand.

A regular circle outlined by simple lines into a regular seventeen-sided polygon, with a cross embedded in the center, as if leading to a gateway to an unknown world.

This pattern, others couldn't see it.

It came from a ritual held by the Doomsday Cultists. When Rode stepped into the lightning pattern at the center of the ritual, he saw a special image and felt something hot inserted into his body.

Then, the pattern appeared on the back of his hand.

And Rode had had such an experience, almost identical to this one, when the Redstone Village migration team was wiped out.

The only difference was that the pattern on the back of his hand was an eye composed of black lines.

That eye eventually turned into a black altar, giving him the skill of the soul eye.

So, what about this one now?

Rode took a deep breath, calmed down his slightly nervous mood, and began to walk in the dream.

- He remembered very clearly that last time he walked to a certain place in the dream, his hand suddenly heated up, and the pattern broke out and turned into an altar.

If his guess was correct, then this pattern should be the same.

Rode had already prepared for a long-term exploration, but he did not expect that he had just taken a few steps, and his hand suddenly heated up, and the regular seventeen-sided polygon turned into a huge dark air flow, falling in front of his eyes.

As the air flow dissipated, a very simple-looking small house appeared in front of Rode.

It was raised from the ground, making the pale soil more obvious, about ten meters long and five meters high, constructed of pale marble on the outside, without too much decoration.

There was a double door on the side, and outside the door was a pale marble staircase that twisted and turned down to Rode.

In an instant, a huge sense of joy erupted from his heart.

My guess is correct!

That hot thing that inserted into his body was these buildings in the dream.

They may be some kind of dream fragments, scattered in the material world for some reason, existing in a special form.

The Doomsday Cultists used a ritual with a lightning symbol to find them.

And Rode was the owner of the dream, and when he approached, the fragments would call to him.

The center of the ritual with the lightning symbol was also the location of the fragment's existence. When he stepped into the pattern, the fragment returned to him and appeared on the back of his hand as a special mark.When he returned to the dream and arrived at the location where it had once existed, the fragments would return.

That's right!

Rode almost jumped up!

This logical reasoning is flawless. I am indeed an existence beyond elementary school students!

What excites Rode the most is that there is a very important detail in all of this!

When he steps into the center of the lightning ceremony, he will see some special images.

They may be things happening near the fragments, or they may be related to the ceremony.

When the migration team of Hongshi Village was destroyed, Rode stepped into the lightning ceremony pattern and saw a person with an eye pattern on the back of his hand, who was the one who murdered the migration team.

Later, he discovered the eye pattern on the back of his hand.

Because of this, he has long thought that he may be the culprit or an accomplice of the culprit, so when facing interrogation, he almost didn't reveal any information, afraid that saying too much would lead to him being caught by himself.

And now, when he understands the whole story, he knows for sure that he is not the culprit.

The eye pattern on the back of his hand was obtained only after he stepped into the center of the ceremony.

Therefore, the culprit he saw in the picture is someone else!

They may have succeeded at the time, and in order to cover their tracks, they murdered the entire Hongshi Village migration team, but some unexpected event happened later, such as the culprit suddenly having a stroke and dying on the spot, which caused the fragments to return.

Finally obtained by Rode.

Now, thinking back carefully, he must have felt the call of the fragments at that time. Otherwise, how could he, who had always been cautious, suddenly jump into the strange pattern for no reason?

That's right, it must be like this!

All doubts are resolved, and the coherent logic connects all the blocked places in Rode's mind. The depression in his chest is swept away, as if the sky is high and the clouds are wide, and the wind whispers like a song.

Now, there are only two mysteries left in all events- how did the Doomsday Cultists who found the fragments succeed and then fail, and how did he arrive here.

But this is no longer important, it is just two clouds outside the complete logical building.

The important thing is, I am not the culprit!

I am not the culprit!

I am not the culprit!

Hahaha!

Hahahaha!

The ancient and unchanging silent dream world was filled with continuous laughter.

The two large stones that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time were suddenly lifted off by half.

There is only half left, which is the invasion in the dream.

But Rode is not afraid anymore.

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I bring in hundreds or thousands of souls every day, prepare one or two bags of thunderstones, and try to ignite one or two stars. Even if a god comes, I will kill them!

Wow haha!

I am invincible now!

Your king is useless, let me lead you to sweep the world!

Those blue and white, green and white, purple and white little sisters, don't go fighting those weird and perverted monsters. Go back to warm my bed obediently.

I am about to rule the world!

All those scumbag men who rely on their mouths and the Sea King's True Scripture can go die. They are not real men.Real men should have broad backs, towering figures, and be able to withstand all disasters, shielding against wind, rain, and frost. They should have a broad chest, a good stomach, and provide a warm and secure home for beautiful women.

Otherwise, what use are you to them? Do they want you to go three days without showering and ten days without brushing your teeth?

Only the strong deserve to have beautiful women!

That's the way it is.