novelnext Chapter 94 has the flavor of Nan'an.
Chapter 94 has the flavor of Nan'an.
Chapter 94 has the flavor of Nan'an.
The towering gear-like walls, standing like a matrix, were simultaneously put on pause.
The power of gods and demons was suppressed, and an eerie calm returned to the surroundings.
Unlike the gods and demons of the past, the little Rubik's Cube failed to capture the church in one go. Instead, soft white and green light extended out like vines, climbing and growing wildly.
In the blink of an eye, the matrix gear wall, resembling an old house abandoned for decades, was covered with greenery.
The "vines" continue to spread, surging like a tide to every corner in sight, filling every corner.
They seem to be able to ignore physical barriers, easily penetrate walls, and break through the soil.
Suiyue stared in disbelief. She used her magical artifact to float up and arrived at the suspended platform outside the core area. She found that the space below seemed to be bottomless, with lush greenery and countless particles of light floating upwards, clinging to every corner that was not touched by the vines like fireflies.
In some areas, the walls have already taken on a blurred, transparent appearance.
When Suiyue told Nan'an what she had seen, she was constantly amazed.
"This is amazing—it's like a Rubik's Cube is eating and digesting."
Nan'an's thoughts were on the chair of reflection—he had done a great service as the mole, and he didn't know what to do with himself.
Moreover, recalling that the chair didn't seem afraid of the Rubik's Cube, even though it was doing terrible things to its own kind right in front of it, it just kept spinning like a top in mid-air.
Before digestion was complete, Nan'an seized the opportunity to probe.
"The church is about to disappear, where do you plan to go?"
Recall that the chair stopped spinning and then suddenly began to swing back and forth in a large semicircle.
His original intention was to subtly find out other gathering places of gods and demons, and to find out whether these massive, mobile colossal buildings belonged to the ecological gathering places of gods and demons.
"Since there's no answer—" he asked again, "Have you seen any other Nightmares?"
Recalling the chair landing, supported by a single leg, it tiptoed and twirled like a ballerina, occasionally leaping upwards, as graceful as a proud swan.
Nan'an rubbed his lips.
Unlike cat food, these humanoid deities can communicate through actions and expressions.
On the Recall Chair, it's more like a read-already random reply.
His temper and behavior are like a child's?
The ethereal quality of the church became increasingly apparent as I pondered this.
The thick ground beneath their feet allowed them to see through to the "fireflies" floating below like soda bubbles.
Those particles of light rose from the deep bottom, passed through the transparent walls, and drifted towards the higher dome.
The giant Rubik's Cube, operating at full power, had already left its afterimage in my mind.
"Buzz"
Ripples spread through the air, an invisible wave of air rushed towards us, followed by a dazzling green light.
Nan'an and Suiyue instinctively covered their faces with their hands. By the time the light faded, the church had vanished without a trace.
The Rubik's Cube, which should have turned into a card, has now become a round ball, spinning smoothly on the ground.
Nan'an reached out and picked it up; the crystal-clear spherical surface faintly reflected the light and shadow of the church.
Suiyue leaned closer, her face stretched into a horse's head by the crystal's see-through effect.
"Wow, it's so beautiful—it looks like it's sealed in crystal."
"It doesn't have to look like it, it is."
Nan'an examined the giant cathedral-style snowflake crystal ball, liking it more and more. But before he could even warm his hands, the crystal ball "whooshed" into the depths of his consciousness.
I initially thought the purification of the giant Rubik's Cube wasn't yet complete, but unexpectedly—
Nan'an was immediately taken aback.
The church replaced the original wooden house in Nan'an's consciousness.
But the wooden house did not disappear; it now occupies a spacious central garden of the church, successfully integrating into it.
That's not right. In the misty area where he and Suiyue are, where is there a large enough space to accommodate a colossal statue like a church?
The nearby orange grove was completely undamaged, which means that—
"hiss!"
The ever-present, billowing white mist had obscured their surroundings, preventing Nan'an and Suiyue from gaining any results despite their attempts. The mist, which seemed to create a maze-like illusion, had gradually dissipated.
The fog wall, which was originally so dense that it was impossible to see through, has now become thin and transparent.
They retreated like the receding tide, revealing an area that had never been touched before. Nan'an saw the orchards behind the church, as well as fields that were completely unattended but growing well.
The fields are neatly arranged with clearly defined ditches and furrows.
The soil was dark black, moist and fertile.
The ridges of the field were overgrown with weeds, but the crops in the center of the field were growing exceptionally well.
It seems like they're still growing sweet potatoes?
Who the hell wants to eat this!
It seems that the Devouring Church suffered excessive damage, causing the giant Rubik's Cube to slow down and enter a low-power operation mode.
Nan'an was shocked to see a large unexplored area suddenly appear out of nowhere, and a lot of bold ideas immediately sprouted in his mind.
"You mean, the place where we live at night has gotten bigger?"
Suiyue never talks about "consciousness space" or "white mist space." She only recognizes it as the place where she lives at night, where she can enter a dream.
Thanks to Nan'an, she has had no dreams of her own since the summoning.
Looking back over the past few months, her dreams were filled with the old man's repeated torment—although it's a good thing that someone is willing to share their knowledge, the old man was really ruthless.
Because injuries sustained in dreams don't carry over into reality, the old man often targets her big horn, causing various broken horns.
The answer is ————
"In the past, it wouldn't have been as simple as just a broken corner."
Suiyue believed it completely, given how convincing it was.
"Was it because we purified enough gods and demons that the Megastructure Cube rewarded us, or was it because the Megastructure Cube absorbed enough fragments and materials that the reward came naturally?"
It's also possible that the white fog space has nothing to do with the giant Rubik's Cube.
But so far, the space itself has not shown any interaction or intersection with them, so Nan'an can only assume that it is all Rubik's Cube Qian's doing.
"You can still summon and use other gods and demons after you've drained them, but what about the church?" Suiyue couldn't help but ask, "Is it just a large decoration?"
Nan'an played with the crystal ball and tried to release it.
Nothing has changed.
"It feels like you were right," he said. "I don't think I can operate it."
But Nan'an felt this was unreasonable. There was no reason for the giant Rubik's Cube to resonate so violently and tremble so urgently, just so that he could change the religious decorations in his "cozy little home".
The church happened to be near a mountain range, and with the idea of walking and talking as they went, Nan'an and Suiyue prepared to continue their exploration.
Nan'an glanced at the chair still doing one-legged ballet out of the corner of her eye, and she was at her wit's end.
He stepped forward and pressed down on the back of the other person's chair—it felt like patting their head, which was strange.
"Listen, we're leaving. Do you want to come along?"
Feeling the rotational force in his palm, Nan'an forced his way out and pressed the stop button.
"Don't turn, don't turn, you can definitely understand our language—if you want to continue playing with us, then lie down—"
Do you understand what it means to lie down?
Nan'an gave Suiyue a wink.
Suiyue paused for two seconds, then obediently—
(：3」∠)
The ballet on the chair was interrupted; it floated up, its back slightly tilted forward, as if observing Suiyue.
Suiyue: ( ) —
The stalemate lasted for about a minute.
The chair, mimicking the movement, was laid flat.
"Good, good, good." Nan'an clapped his hands in encouragement. "That's it. If you're willing to come with us, just stay in this position and follow."
(“ε：”): “Old man, can I get up now?”
Nan An smiled and reached out to pull her up, while taking out a chive and egg pancake from his backpack and giving it to her to satisfy her craving.
He always distributed food in this way.
We will make some noodles to make them convenient for use on the first day of exploration, and to enrich the taste.
After all, for the foreseeable future, all they'll be able to eat in the black fog will be dry rations.
Suiyue quickly stuffed the food into her mouth, stuffing herself up like a greedy squirrel, and muttered to herself with her mouth bulging.
"water----"
Nan An reluctantly pried open her mouth and poured the water in.
"How exactly did you manage to survive in the wild for more than two years with your self-care abilities?"
Suiyue refused to answer and praised, "Old man, you're the best at taking care of people."
The Red Rat Adventurers also praised Nan'an in the same way.
Nan'an was so bored that he made Aslipan lie on the ground and help her pick lice out of her fur.
It also allows me to dedicate a whole day to collecting natural plant extracts and grooming her hair.
Simply put, after transmigrating, I was really bored.
All he did was kill.
It now seems that killing does indeed bring him stress relief and pleasure, but even Nan'an doesn't know if this is a distortion from the summoning ritual—
He always felt that his inner desires and resentment would be amplified invisibly by the summoning ritual.
In that time, Nan'an was transported to a completely unfamiliar environment and faced with a distorted reality. He had to do something that he could devote himself to in order to temporarily forget the oppressive atmosphere.
The so-called ability to take care of others is nothing more than trying to make the living environment more like it was before time travel.
In addition, he taught the bookworm about the language and knowledge of the other world, helped Tish complete the creation of the staff, and prepared meals for the entire group, striving to make every hot meal as human-like as possible, rather than soupy and mushy food.
He enjoys everything he does.
"Old man?"
Suiyue waved her hand repeatedly in front of Nan'an, pulling his thoughts back to reality.
"Thinking about the past again?"
Nan'an sighed and mocked himself, "I'm getting old, and I'm prone to sentimentality and reminiscing about the past."
"Isn't it said that if you're around young people, even old guys will become youthful?"
"Then it seems you're not young enough."
"Is it possible that you're just too old?"
"Did you even try to comfort someone?!"
It seemed like it had rained in the mountainous area; the air was humid, and a light mist hung in the air.
Despite their bickering, the two still had a wide view ahead.
After a few words were spoken, large swaths of mist seemed to appear out of thin air, spreading out unexpectedly.
It was like dripping ink into a bucket; before long, the surroundings were shrouded in mist.
Nan'an turned around quickly and found that the chair was still in the standard lying position, which put her at ease.
Because he did not receive any warnings from the giant Rubik's Cube.
It was neither a sudden attack from the weeping mist, nor a sign of the approaching arrival of some powerful god or demon.
They casually parted the swirling mist before them, and the silhouette of a towering structure in the distance made them stop in their tracks.
"Lenem————"
Suiyue lowered her voice and asked urgently, "Didn't we avoid the Mist of Sorrow? How did we end up here?"
"It's so warm—it smells like Nan'an and Suiyue—are you here to play with Linem?"
Nanan increasingly failed to understand Linem's power.
The tower node she was guarding was not in the direction of Rostarek at all.
If the last encounter could be simply explained as an anomaly caused by the Mist of Sorrow, then what about this time?
"Lenem, this time we have someone with us—"
"Gods and demons," she blurted out. "Lenem sensed it, and she sensed that it harbored no ill will towards you or me."
"Lenem also sensed that you, Nan'an, were carrying something strange—?"
"Is that your toy?"
Linem's curious voice seemed to have a physical presence, getting closer and closer. Nan'an Suiyue vaguely felt that an invisible figure had come to her side, standing between the two of them, curiously circling around them.
"What are you talking about?"
"Like a vortex?" she asked, puzzled. "Lenem doesn't know either. It's very, very slowly absorbing the energy from the surrounding black mist."
Nan'an suddenly opened his eyes wide and placed the snow crystal ball containing the church in his palm.
"You mean this?"
Without being touched at all, the snowflake crystal ball drifted away from Nan'an's palm, as if someone had picked it up, swayed it left and right, and examined it.
Suiyue got goosebumps.
She swallowed hard, glanced at Nan An, and noticed that Nan An was also watching him. She shook her head slightly.
"Hmm—but it's so pretty, and it has the feel of Nan'an."
The snowflake crystal ball fell back into Nan'an's palm.
Case solved.
This coincides with Nan'an's guess; the Colossus Church is simply too enormous.
It is not a god or demon that can be fed with fragments of gods and demons to gain the ability to move. Only by being immersed in the black mist for a long time can it maintain its vitality and mobility.
In the distance, beneath the tower, the gates are wide open.
"Without the ominous fog, Linem can talk to you for a very long time this time."
"Your uncles just brought Linem a lot of food, why don't you come and try some?"
Linem was excited, and Nanan could imagine the smile on her face just from her tone.
When he was a child, he was just as excited when good friends came to visit his home.
"Lenem, we may—we still have important things to do."
"Something important—" Linem's voice suddenly turned somber.
Just as Nan'an was about to pull out the excuse he had prepared, Linem gave a loud "hmm".
"I know—adults are very busy—that's what Uncle Wahdien told me too, and told me not to disturb the adults working in the black fog."
"Say something about me—I might end up harming them instead."
Suiyue clenched her fists tighter and tighter.
Does Wahdien even know how to lie?
Why must you tell lies that will make Linem feel anxious and guilty?
"But—could you give me a moment, just a moment?" Linem pleaded. "I just wanted to—want to ask Nanan, is your home a... a small cabin?"
Nan'an was taken aback.
"What, what home?"
"The little cabin by the orange grove, it's very low, only two stories high," Linem stammered. "I—I think I can hear your voices inside, and—I can smell your scent."
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