??Chapter 203: Ding! Your plug-in has arrived (4100)_1
Chapter 203: Ding! Your plug-in has arrived (4100)_1
Half a minute later.
The hall quietened, with only a few white beetles left behind, crawling aimlessly on the ground.
The amber-colored pond water rippled slightly. The whole pond was deeper than imagined, at least five ters. Casio was not floating in the water, but eerily adhered to the bottom of the pond. A powerful force kept him at the very bottom.
Thump!
With explosive effort from his sinewy legs, Casio tried with all his might to leap out of the water. But a massive force seed to be pulling him down as if thousands of hands were dragging his body.
His usually spring-like force to bounce up to three or four ters was completely nullified. Casio only managed to leap up about thirty to forty centiters before he succumbed to the force and dropped back down.
A sinking feeling in his heart hinted that sothing wasn’t right.
After contemplating for a while, Casio made another astonishing discovery: his skin was helping him to breathe. The amber liquid around him seed to be continuously supplying oxygen into his body, allowing him to breathe effortlessly underwater.
“It keeps
alive but won’t let
leave?”
A question welled up in Casio, but he couldn’t just sit and wait to die in the pond. So he began to slowly shuffle, like an old man, towards the edges of the pond, hoping to find any protrusions he could cling to and climb up.
A few minutes later, his hand brushed against sothing cold—the wall of the pond.
Upon closer inspection, he was startled to find the wall covered with sculpted mouths—so pleading, so roaring, so slightly pursed…
They seed to express a variety of emotions.
Casio took a couple of steps back, startled, then looked again. The ‘mouths’ were in fact, carvings on the wall, so lifelike that they looked eerily human.
“Can I try to climb up?”
With this thought, he attempted to climb using the indents of these mouths. This ti Casio managed to get a bit higher from the bottom of the pond, about half a ter, but the higher he got the stronger the pull.
By the ti he reached half a ter, the muscles in Casio’s arms were slightly trembling, his fingers barely able to grip the indentations.
Reluctantly, he had to let go.
Thereafter, Casio explored the pond wall, discovering a series of different sculptural patterns on his way. They were the mouth he first encountered, an eye, a nose, an ear, and a hand—representing the world’s five senses employed by humans to perceive the world.
Simultaneously, a faint mist began to form in the cavernous hall. Soon, the mist beca thick and heavy, shrouding the hall and its connecting passageways in no ti.
A shadowy figure sporadically erged from the fog.
The figure stood near the edge of the pond, and its gestures suggested it was peering down at Casio.
With the appearance of the figure, the originally darkened tracks on the floor lit up into a startlingly vibrant red, bathing the entire hall in an illuminated red glow.
Even at the bottom of the pond, Casio saw the red light above him and he quickly looked up, “What’s happening outside now?”
“Zzz… live… zzz… zzz… on… zzz… go…”
An abrupt buzzing sound, like an electric current, echoed in his ears.
“What does it an? Survive???”
Confused, Casio lowered his gaze only to see the carved mouths on the pond wall starting to transform. All sorts of mouths started to open as if they were in mid-roar, “Ahhh…”
Buzz!
Casio felt as if struck by lightning, his mind suddenly going blank.
Starting from the mouths, sculptures of eyes equally spaced apart sprung open, noses lifted, ears spread out, and hands fully extended. All these sensory sculptures simultaneously affected Casio.
Imdiately, Casio shuddered. Blood seeped out of his seven orifices and tiny pores on his skin.
In an instant, a flood of fragnted information rushed into his mind, including a series of ever-changing visuals.
It was as if nurous films were being played back in a disorganized and fast-forwarded manner.
The images were chaotic and absurd but incredibly realistic.
Sll, taste, sight, hearing, touch… All the sensory information humans use to understand the world seed to exist within them.
Casio felt like he was transported into a mont of som eone’s life in so era, only to switch to another person in the next second. His brain was overheating as if about to explode.
It felt like he was everywhere—in the past, the present, the future.
As his perspective elevated and soared, Casio seed to see a river running through the world. Instead of water, this transparent river was filled with fragnts of history and images. The river’s upstream was narrow until it suddenly broadened at so point.
Out of nowhere, an ancient and powerful civilization appeared in the world. They kept to themselves, not bothering with the mortals on the land, focusing solely on their studies.
This civilization continued for a long ti before suddenly disappearing. Thereafter followed a significant period of emptiness.
After the emptiness, specks of black gradually tainted the river. This part of the river was pitch-black and Casio couldn’t see a thing. At so point in the blackened section, there was a sudden shift in the river’s course, an unknown white fog enshrouding the river.
That was followed by an endless entanglent of black water and white fog.
Until now…
Woosh!
Casio abruptly opened his eyes and sat up with a start from the bottom of the pond. His chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath.
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