474: Chapter 211 “Planar Dynamic Graph 474: Chapter 211 “Planar Dynamic Graph Mu Daxian erged from the painting he drew as if a diver had surfaced from the water.
As he left, the layer of “cloth” at the entrance of the dead-end beca visibly fainter.
Mu Daxian forgot that the reason why this patch of dead-end could be “severed” from the original layer was closely related to his overwriting.
As he departed, the piece of “cloth” that had been overwritten onto the space began to disappear, exposing Mao Feiyang to the outside world’s observation.
But he paid no attention to this at all, or rather, the obsession that consud him left no room in his heart for such concerns, so he ignored this link in the chain.
Mu Daxian left the dead-end, and his figure quickly vanished around the corner of the corridor.
Mao Feiyang did not know whether Mu Daxian had gone below the stairs or to the other side of the Corridor Bridge.
At this mont, as the cloth gradually dissipated, the dampness from the storm and fog over the school area slowly began to seep in, beginning to assault the warm glow within the dead-end.
Mao Feiyang’s complexion changed slightly, and with his will wavering, he almost lacked the ability to stabilize the “thing” he had “painted.”
“Thud!!!”
“Thud!!!!”
The sensation of vibration from the outside world grew stronger.
Mao Feiyang, feeling only the aftermath of the supernatural power, seed like a small fly caught in a spider’s web amidst a storm, with no choice but to silently endure.
This shaking also greatly affected Lin Yi’s perspective, for his “vision” depended on Mao Feiyang.
Therefore, when Mao Feiyang’s perception of the outside world beca blurry, he could no longer observe anything through his dreams.
But at that mont, it was as if he sensed sothing and, following his intuition, looked outside the dead-end!
His entire field of view was already blurred, shaken by the fluctuations of an unknown and powerful supernatural force.
His “vision” and the true school area, no, the entire world seed on the brink of collapse!
The Teaching Building, originally with exceptionally neat lines, now twisted as if it were a pattern drawn on a napkin and then maltreated.
This distortion and breakdown stretched from beneath Mao Feiyang’s feet through the dead-end, corridors, beneath the stairs, and to the entire school area.
The level of twist changed from a bit of initial normalcy to becoming strange, incomprehensible, bizarre, absurd, eerie, and finally complete chaos and breakdown…
If the world before Lin Yi was a drawn straight line, then the pencil that drew the line from beneath Mao Feiyang’s feet first made a straight line, then a wave, next a larger wave, turned into an ECG, began to undulate chaotically, sotis even mischievously taking a turn, like a ss of yarn balled up by a three-year-old child who doesn’t know how to hold a pencil.
But one’s field of vision is neither a straight line nor will it ever be so; it is made of countless interconnected but different elents.
Now all elents had turned into such tangled yarn balls, still intertwined, squashing what was originally a “regular and square geotric body” into a collapsing, misshapen “irregular and concept-less rubber body”…
Lin Yi’s brain simply couldn’t process such distorted images that exceeded human understanding and observation.
Hence, the scene in his eyes first appeared as twisted geotries, but was imdiately forcibly warped by his self-awareness into a dynamic flat drawing…
It was as if an infinite, twisted expanse of stars had been traced and imprinted on a canvas as a “Starry Night” painting…
Having forcibly reduced the recognizability, Lin Yi felt much better, but the consequence of this comfort was that he lost the chance to observe its essence with accurate eyes.
In this limited and inaccurate field of vision, Lin Yi saw “It” in a form comprehensible to him—the Conceptual level sculpture that seed to be pieced together from countless shards of glass with a human silhouette.
Only this ti, Lin Yi noticed that behind “It” seed to be wrapped in one layer of radiance after another, like countless eyes or pairs of feathered wings, or perhaps…
replacing the feathers with eyes, a Conceptual-level sculpture with wings fashioned from eyeballs as feathers…
Or maybe…
that Conceptual-level sculpture was itself composed of many different-sized eyeballs, varying in pupil colors and shapes…
Lin Yi saw what he shouldn’t have seen, perhaps just an iceberg tip of its true visage, or maybe only a part of its visage it tried to present, or it could be that Lin Yi developed so impractical delusion and fancied that it was real…
Unclear.
Completely unclear.
He felt drawn to “It,” but fortunately, his vision was so blurry, he could only see “Its” hazy phantom.
The advantage was that his sense of self was stronger, allowing him to forcibly turn his gaze away and withdraw from it.
But when he turned his gaze, it seed as if on this strange “dynamic flat drawing,” he saw sothing inside the School Building Area that shouldn’t have been visible—a Dormitory building.
“Is that the Dormitory building?!”
In this field of vision, all buildings were distorted, the whole world was a ss, yet Lin Yi imdiately knew that was the “Dormitory building.” This was a weird intuition, as if he had received a self-awareness from the “Dormitory building”—just as a Pseudo-Human would accept their defined Identity or Status.
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