The sky had now completely darkened.
Leaving Samuel's room, he fished the key out of his pocket and, by the dim light, found the keyhole to the door of the room next door.
The key's teeth were a bit worn down, and inserting it into the lock required a tentative twist or two before it clicked into place.
Click.
He used the key to open the door to the adjacent room.
Falson stepped inside, casually closing the door to his own room behind him, walked over to the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
This room was arranged much the sa as Samuel's, with a similar style and the sa handful of items.
He sat at the table, turning toward the old-fashioned kerosene lamp mounted on the wall. The lampshade was made of milky white glass, its edges tinged with a smoky yellow hue.
After thinking for a mont, he suddenly opened his mouth and asked in a low voice.
"System... what do you think?"
After saying that, he added, "This is serious business. Don't say anything weird."
Watching Falson, who had just left his presence and was now turning around to consult his alternate account, Samuel found it rather amusing.
He chatted with Falson in a normal tone.
"What do you think about what?" Samuel asked. "How would you like
to see it?"
Falson reached for the kerosene lamp mounted on the wall, opened the pipeline valve, hooked his index finger around the tal ring, and twisted it sharply to the right.
Click-click-click, snap.
The friction ignition sounded in quick succession as a cluster of flas ignited, quickly growing larger. Bright light first filled the interior of the wall lamp, then spread throughout the entire room.
"Whoosh..."
Falson let out a long sigh, pulled the piece of paper from his pocket, spread it out, and pressed the creases flat with the heel of his palm.
During this ti, his movents occasionally stiffened and stopped abruptly, growing dazed, wobbling as if he might fall over.
He wouldn't recover until after he looked away from the paper for a good while.
"It's... this." Falson pointed at the patterns on the paper.
He tilted his head, only daring to glance at the patterns on the paper with the corner of his eye, but even that made him feel dizzy.
"Oh, this? It's probably sothing good."
Samuel answered with a smile.
He organized the knowledge he had about Law Marks and shared it with Falson.
After a few minutes of explanation, Samuel stopped.
These concepts were quite novel and unfamiliar to Falson, but Falson wasn't stupid. After a brief mont of thought, he grasped the general idea.
Hmm... can't believe it all just yet. I'll go ask Mr. Samuel next door tomorrow.
That Mr. Samuel seed like a respectable man. Cross-referencing the information from two people who had never t each other would make it much more credible.
"So, I just need to stare at this, right? I don't need to prepare any rituals or anything like that?" he confird. "Like specific tis, places, or chanting so incantation?"
He was used to needing specific steps, tools, or conditions to solve problems. This requirent to just "look" felt unreliable to him, too simple—so simple it seed like a trap.
"Do you really think staring at it is simple?" Samuel countered.
"True..."
Falson blinked and admitted quietly, feeling that even glancing sideways at it a few tis had already made the world spin before his eyes.
"This is amazing supernatural power..." Falson urged himself. "Even though I have so too..."
He raised both hands and slapped his cheeks hard.
The slight sting reinvigorated him, dispelling so of the dizziness-induced fog.
Then, closing his eyes, he cupped his chin and both sides of his cheeks with his palms, pressing his fingers slightly to lock the direction of his head, forcing his gaze to face the piece of paper on the table squarely.
This posture was a bit awkward, but it effectively prevented him from instinctively turning his head away during the impending discomfort.
At the sa ti, he propped both elbows on the rough wooden tabletop, leaning forward and lowering his center of gravity. That way, even if the dizziness worsened, he wouldn't at least slide off the chair.
"Speaking of which, System, you can take over my body, right?" Falson asked.
"I can." Samuel answered with a grin.
"Then please help
out," Falson said. "Don't let
look away."
"Got it." Samuel replied.
Upon hearing the answer, Falson opened his eyes, focused his gaze, and prepared for the newcor to dive in.
For the first few seconds, everything seed still. But soon, the changes began.
Falson felt that the lines of the doors on the paper, uneven in thickness, were no longer just flat patterns.
The depth relationships between them beca blurred. The edges of the lines seed to gain thickness, peeling away from the paper's surface, layering on top of each other, ring upon ring interlocking.
They began to spin slowly, not uniformly, but each with its own rhythm and direction. So turned clockwise, others counterclockwise, while others rely trembled slightly.
They moved, threading through and overlapping each other, forming a dynamic, incredibly complex three-dinsional maze.
The layered doors in the image seed about to fly out of the paper, spinning and moving as they entered Falson's eyes, entered Falson's mind.
In his perception, as the layered doors on the paper spun, the surroundings began to warp and twist.
He seed to hear sothing, sll sothing, taste sothing.
This wasn't sothing the human senses could fully comprehend. Humans only had a few senses: sight, hearing, taste, sll, and touch.
This special information entered his mind through his vision and was forced to degrade into information that humans could barely understand.
Those doors seed to be opening and closing. Falson felt his mind growing more and more chaotic.
Samuel, within Falson's mind, was also watching the image, lost in thought.
"Huh? Can I ditate on this?" Samuel asked the Travel Guide.
"I have no idea either." The Travel Guide answered bluntly.
"Well... should I give it a try?" Samuel asked curiously.
"Do you want to split your mind even further?" The Travel Guide inquired.
"Split it, then." Samuel answered matter-of-factly. "It's not going to do anything."
He didn't care about it at all.
Without Falson himself even realizing it, Falson's face began to writhe. Several cracks split open, and several eyes grew out of his face.
Yet Falson was completely unaware of the changes happening to his own body. He had already lost consciousness from staring at the paper, but Samuel was holding his body up, preventing him from collapsing.
The eyes that had grown on Falson's face blinked one after another, turning slightly.
Those eyes were also gazing at the patterns on the paper, taking them in.
Unlike Falson, those eyes weren't too severely affected.
Samuel possessed Visual Perception, an ability that transcended human senses.
Although it manifested in a form similar to sight, it was fundantally a completely different kind of perception.
Those eyes activated Visual Perception, silently watching and recording.
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