Chapter 127: Chapter 127 Exploration (Part 1)
I and Lin Xue simultaneously exclaid this na—Dalaran County.
It was obvious that our Miss Lin was also a fan of WoW; otherwise, she wouldn’t have recognized the na Dalaran County.
However, others hadn’t heard of this town in the Land of Plague and cast puzzled looks our way.
So, I briefly told Qianqian and the others the story of Dalaran County, the unfortunate world shrouded in disaster, ravaged by the dead souls, the human town that had valiantly fought against the Undead Catastrophe but was ultimately slaughtered to the last, and the little girl in the town who had turned into a ghost, unaware of her own death, still waiting in vain for her heroic father to co ho—Pala.
This story was undoubtedly touching. I believed anyone with even a fraction of normal human emotions could not remain unmoved by it.
Despite my simplistic description, Qianqian and the others were quickly moved by the story of the girl, displaying expressions of sympathy.
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“This… must be a coincidence…” Lin Xue muttered to herself, looking at the broken wooden plaque in her hands, “Anyway, how could a world made up in fiction actually exist…”
Even though she said this, I could tell that she had started to doubt whether we had really arrived in the Land of Plague.
In fact, I also had such doubts, and later Sandora confird our guesses.
“It’s entirely possible,” Sandora said. “The worlds imagined in the novels and movies you encounter daily could indeed exist. This involves a complex theory of world interference.”
At this point, Sandora glanced at sowhat aningfully, then continued, “So, let explain as simply as possible what world interference is!”
…Why do I feel subtly annoyed? Could it be that even my beloved Sandora has started to doubt my understanding?
Sandora paused for a mont, seemingly pondering how to explain the forthcoming profound theory in a way I would understand, and then said, “Firstly, it’s about the basic concepts of planes and worlds. A world refers to a certain spaceti zone that can be observed and perceived through conventional ans, like this universe and the Ethereal Sea outside the universe that hasn’t been confird by human scientists yet. Together, they make up a world, whereas a plane is a concept even broader than a world. It includes one or several worlds, the complete set of fundantal laws needed for these worlds to operate, the standard patterns for the birth of new worlds, and many other things. These things cannot be decomposed by the science of any world within a plane alone because they contain a lot of information beyond the concept of a world. Beyond the plane, behind the barrier of the plane, lies the Endless Void I ntioned. Only the Divine Race can freely travel there. The Divine Realm also exists separately within the Void and can control the entire operation of the Void. Even I can’t imagine what it’s like there.
Now, regarding the matter of world interference, as I’ve said, a plane is like a soap bubble floating in the Void, possibly containing multiple worlds of different forms but with unified fundantal laws. These worlds are isolated from each other by the Ethereal, and the intelligent beings living there, unless they are nearly Divine Level beings like the Xyrin Apostle, generally cannot perceive the existence of other worlds outside their own. Nonetheless, there’s still so connection between the worlds within a plane, and this connection is what we call world interference.
Its manifestation is that information from one world, refracted and transford through the Ethereal, is projected onto another world and then reappears in so form. For example, the fantasy worlds in your novels might seem like the products of a burst of inspiration from the fantasists, but in reality, they might very well be the result of information from another world being projected onto the current world, materializing precisely in the form of a novel through the operation of causality laws.
Azeroth might just be such a real-existing world. Through world interference, the story of Dalaran County has appeared in your world…”
So, that’s it…
The girls began nodding in understanding again.
Of course, Little Baobao was still just mimicking the adults, nodding along without truly understanding.
I began to exert every brain cell I had.
Hm, bowing my head in thought… closing my eyes in concentration… counting on my fingers… sweating profusely… veins popping on my forehead… rolling on the ground… I finally figured it out!
Sandora furiously grabbed her head of golden hair and then suddenly threw herself into my arms, frantically scratching like a mad cat, and yelled, “Oh my gosh, why did I fall in love with you!”
Qianqian imdiately grabbed my arm and dragged out of Sandora’s attacking range, her face showing a protective eagerness, saying, “You can return the goods!”
Sandora let out a breath forcefully, then grabbed my other arm and shook her head, pretending to be troubled. “As it says here, ‘Goods once sold are not returnable or exchangeable…'”
… When did you two get so in sync? Also, are you ever going to stop, you two dead girls!
Suddenly, I withdrew my hand and knocked on each of their heads twice, then began to laugh proudly.
See that? I may not understand things quickly, but the family discipline is still held firmly in my hand!
“Are we done now?” Lin Xue finally burst out, “Go flirt sowhere else, this is the Eastern Plague we’re talking about!”
“You can’t really say that,” Sandora, flaunting her extensive knowledge, said, “We are still on Earth. This is just an extre case of world interference. Azeroth projected its information onto our world. Due to a spaceti anomaly, a corner of Dalaran County was projected onto Earth. So this place is still on Earth, and this house is just a small projection of the Azeroth here.”
“Regardless of where we are,” Lin Xue, thrown off by Sandora’s sophisticated theory, awkwardly changed the subject, “let’s go inside first!”
There was no need for Lin Xue’s instructions; we had already started walking forward, with Alaya clearing the path ahead at my signal.
Even though it was just a projection, this place could still be considered the East Plague Land, ravaged by dead souls. The endless plague energy and deathly aura drifting in the air around were not for show, as beca very obvious when we stepped through the fence.
The grey fog filled with the essence of resentful spirits seed to sense the arrival of the living and suddenly beca agitated. Visible currents of air rose from the ground, forming faint shadows that slowly approached us. These were probably remnants of Dalaran County’s forr wandering souls—not quite dead souls, more like fragnts of incomplete consciousness. To us, practically embodying spiritual energy, they posed no threat at all.
Due to her attribute of energy, Alaya instinctively disliked these malicious death spirit energies. She coldly huffed in displeasure, and the wings on her back flared open. A gentle halo around her instantly transford into a substantial Holy Light Barrier. The restless death spirit energies barely touched the Holy Light before vaporizing into wisps of blue smoke.
Compared to Alaya’s true Angel Level Holy Light, these energies, rely born from the deceased’s resentnt and lacking even basic consciousness, were not even worth considering as cannon fodder.
Passing through the death-filled Withered Garden, we reached the front door of the mansion.
The once-grand double doors were now in a state of disrepair, with the original bright paint leaving behind only dark, spotty traces. Scattered scratches covered the entire door. Two presumably familial circular emblems symtrically hung on each door panel, one of them split in half by an axe embedded in the door, the other still intact but covered in dark red bloodstains.
I pushed hard against the door, which was already cracked all over. Clearly, sothing was blocking it from the inside. Despite the door shaking, I couldn’t open it.
I could imagine the scene where the desperate hoowner had barricaded the door with whatever was at hand, then listened in terror to the deep growls of dead souls outside hacking at the door with their weapons, as the whole town fell and was surrounded by dead souls—a truly despairing scenario!
Moreover, among those bodies outside attacking the door with rusted weapons or even sharp nails, there likely were one or two who had been friends chatting in the tavern not long ago!
The door wouldn’t budge, clearly, the hoowner’s thod had temporarily blocked the low-level zombies or skeletons, but eventually, he was killed by other dead souls that invaded the property from different places.
For us, such a dilapidated wooden door was no obstacle. I concentrated my spiritual power, then placed my hands in the air in front of the door.
The air around twisted irregularly for a mont, then the door silently shattered into fragnts—this earned an appreciative glance from Sandora. She then grinned at , saying, “Is that a new function?”
“Not quite proficient yet…” I rubbed my head, chuckling. This Space Shock was sothing I had consulted with the Asida Sisters about during my spare ti. Utilizing my special attribute that allows my spiritual energy to resonate with any object, I could induce high-speed vibrations within a certain space to attack. If the twins were to use it, they could turn a small hill into sand instantly. But for , I was still in the exploratory stage—however, I believed that if I could fully utilize my spiritual power, this technique could be as powerful as the twins.
Once the dust kicked up by the door had settled, we stepped into the eerie, abandoned house.
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