Chapter 1662: Activating the Pocket Dinsion in the New World
Compared to Exodus, the narrow alley with Ah Quan’s fruit stand looked like a strip of toy building blocks.
As the ma.s.sive, snow-white s.p.a.ces.h.i. p headed straight for it, Lin Sanjiu felt a mont of panic. She thought they were going to crash into the stand. But everything that lood closer seed to stretch with an incredible elasticity. It expanded layer by layer, as if the texture and material were bloating outward, eventually opening up to fully accommodate the s.h.i. p.
In a split second, without any ti for second thoughts, Exodus was absorbed by the fruit stand.
There was no ti for communication; Lin Sanjiu could only grip the armrest of her chair tightly, watching Yu Yuan at the controls as he steered Exodus, chasing after Ah Quan’s disappearing shadow.
‘Hold on, if we catch up, we won’t collide with Ah Quan—’
Before the thought even fully ford, a wave of s.h.i. mring light filled the c.o.c.kpit’s big screen.
The Great Deluge? No, it couldn’t be—it didn’t make sense for it to appear here. No, this wasn’t the Great Deluge.
Lin Sanjiu suddenly sat upright, realizing what they had entered.
Ji Shanqing’s a.n.a.lysis was close but not entirely accurate. Ah Quan hadn’t simply opened a pa.s.sage between the warehouse and the pocket dinsion.
Exodus and its crew were now traveling through a channel Ah Quan ford himself.
The big screen filled with a kaleidoscope of reflections—sunlight, lamplight, starlight, and the glare of mirrors—all the lights and scenes Ah Quan had witnessed in his lifeti.
Sounds of laughter, singing, honking car horns; the scent of a woman’s hair, the softness of a pressed mattress, the crunch of lon seeds, the icy chill of freshly turned tap water in winter—they ford a chaotic, intricate stream, surging forward like the pulse of a new life.
He was a person, despite his inability to walk, die, or truly live. Ah Quan was a real living being.
“Ah Quan, can you take care of my dog for a few days? My mom won’t let…” A child’s voice faded away, followed by the whimpering of a puppy.
“Fifty-one pounds is already a bargain! Money’s worthless now…”
“Will you buy dinner if your team loses?” Half of a tilted soccer field rushed past.
“Why do you do this? Why?” A mocking voice laughed. “Do you think our organization has so many talents because of good HR?”
Who was that?
Lin Sanjiu instinctively tried to see the speaker’s face, but the mory slipped away into the distance, drowned out as more moirs engulfed her once again.
It felt like an instant, yet also like living through the lifeti of a man in his thirties. By the ti Lin Sanjiu snapped back to her senses, Exodus had already burst through the pocket dinsion.
With montum unabated, the s.h.i. p shot into a bright, fresh blue sky. The sun suddenly blazed onto the scene, and clouds brushed against Lin Sanjiu’s cheeks—a new world.
“Turn back!” Lin Sanjiu shouted, faster than she could even think.
Exodus was moving at incredible speed; a delay of even a second could an being hundreds of kiloters off course. If the s.h.i. p’s pilot hadn’t been a Veda, the reaction ti needed to slow down and turn might have pushed them even farther away from Ah Quan.
Thanks to the Veda’s precision, Exodus turned back imdiately. No one could have reacted faster than Yu Yuan—because the Veda didn’t respond after the situation changed but at the exact mont it began to change.
Their quick turnaround was what allowed Lin Sanjiu to catch a fleeting glimpse of Ah Quan’s shadow before the pocket dinsion vanished.
As Ah Quan had ntioned, the pocket dinsion always activated within the Twelve Worlds Centrum, and this ti was no different. With just one look, Lin Sanjiu could tell she was in a part of the Twelve Worlds Centrum she had never visited before: the ground was buried under a thick, dense layer of gray haze, solid and impenetrable, like molten iron rolling endlessly, subrging the earth until even the trees were subrged.
From the haze rose towering scaffolding. Fraworks of reinforced concrete, covered with wood, bricks, and various materials, extended in layers, connecting one to the next, forming countless wide artificial platforms high above the haze.
On these endless platforms, small houses, tents, and rolling shops were scattered. The pathways twisted and turned, crowded with posthumans, ordinary people, and the occasional duoluozhong. They moved on foot, pedaled bicycles, or traveled up and down on ropes. The air buzzed with small flying devices, many marked with a “TAXI” sign, zipping between the layers of scaffolding.
Ah Quan’s pocket dinsion had activated inside an open-topped flying s.h.i. p hovering mid-air.
It was unclear whether this flying s.h.i. p was ant for sightseeing or public transport. Roughly the size of three dium yachts, it drifted leisurely through the sunlight, leaving dazzling white ripples in its wake.
Posthumans stood scattered across the deck of the s.h.i. p. Whatever they had been doing before, they all turned pale at the sudden appearance of the giant s.p.a.ces.h.i. p bursting into the sky and quickly turning back toward them. Their mouths gaped, and they pointed at the sky while stumbling backwards in shock. Amidst the chaos, Ah Quan stood out, remarkably calm.
In the wooden-floored cabin, he was the only one who didn’t seem concerned about Exodus. Instead, he looked around the cabin with a curious expression. For him, every activation of the pocket dinsion was a rare chance to glimpse the outside world.
“Don’t hit that s.h.i. p,” Lin Sanjiu instructed, her eyes fixed on Ah Quan’s image on the big screen, though she knew Yu Yuan was already well aware. Then, she frowned.
No, it wasn’t just curiosity on his face; Ah Quan looked as if… as if he were searching for soone.
Who was he looking for?
In the next mont, Ah Quan vanished.
Lin Sanjiu leaped up from her seat and rushed to Yu Yuan’s side, nearly slamming into the control panel. Pointing at the s.h.i. p on the screen, she felt cold and hot sweat breaking out across her back and palms. When she opened her mouth to speak, her voice trembled with excitent.
“He’s on the s.h.i. p!”
Lin Sanjiu’s words ca out in a rush, and only after speaking did she manage to collect her thoughts. “I get it now! Ah Quan’s pocket dinsion is portable, which is why the location changes every ti it activates. The person carrying Ah Quan’s pocket dinsion is on that flying s.h.i. p right now!”
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