No wonder shutting yourself in to build a cart is no good; even if you’ve read ten thousand books, you still have to walk ten thousand miles.
Once you actually experience it in person, everything suddenly becos much easier to understand.
Even though, in theory, the scene behind the door is actually a bit abstract—the stairs are sohow going upwards.
Just like I said before, the biggest thing about this door is its symbolic aning.
Once you’ve chosen to push it open yourself, with all these elents mixing together, there’s not much need to follow boring rules; the intent cos before the form.
Since that’s the case, might as well properly savor the main idea the book wants to express.
Ignoring that nasty sll, Fu Qian simply stepped straight into the sound of sobbing.
"Heh... haha..."
And without the slightest warning, in that instant the sobbing turned into a neurotic laugh.
...
So is this a stress reaction, or just pure coincidence?
With the sudden change, Fu Qian’s steps still didn’t stop.
Looking around as he walked, he even didn’t forget to be curious about the cause of this shift.
On one hand, the switch between the two sounds was completely without warning; on the other, the laughter right now was just as infectious, making you feel an urge to tear the whole world apart.
That’s right, even though she was laughing, the emotional instability hadn’t lessened; if anything it had gotten worse, practically reaching the stage where darkness invades the heart and you fall into demonhood.
But it was still the sa person, the sa young woman.
What a pity, the book wasn’t just stream-of-consciousness, it was also obviously missing a huge chunk.
So not only did I never flip to her na, I didn’t even flip to any ntion of this particular ntal state.
And up to this mont, no one had co out to greet and help with an introduction or comntary or anything.
...
For Lady Nepheli to have invited so earnestly, only to be this negligent now, does feel a bit unreasonable.
But it’s fine, reading is a very subjective thing to begin with.
Given everyone’s different stances and experiences, it’s easy to end up with different interpretations.
Not to ntion Lady Nepheli had already given her reading notes—
I distinctly rember, when she gave this eyeball back then, she’d introduced its origin—a relic left behind after a certain noble person was executed.
Consud by regret and pain, the Queen stubbornly wanted to witness her own dismbernt, and in the end this pair of eyes full of resentnt was born.
And besides the fact that the one making the sound was definitely a young woman, this place itself was actually looking more and more luxurious and refined.
He’d already finished climbing the upward stairs; judging by normal sense of distance and spatial position, Fu Qian reckoned he ought to be standing in air higher than the second-floor bedroom.
Yet the building before his eyes was not only towering and grand, it even had quite a retro style.
Add the inescapably lavish decorations, and you could say it matched the title of "Executioner" more and more.
So this isn’t just a communication device, it even cos with a projection function?
When her call to went unanswered, did Lady Nepheli trigger the ancient residual resentnt inside it?
It did sound pretty coherent, but everything has to have a purpose.
Lady Nepheli shouldn’t be petty enough to play this kind of childish retaliation just because I didn’t pick up—or is the not-so-childish retaliation still to co?
At that mont Fu Qian halted and looked up.
On the arched do, besides the glittering golden patterns, there were even paintings.
And the artist’s skill was so superb that, after fully taking into account angles and changes of light and shadow, the figure in the painting was rendered so vividly that the eyeballs densely covering its body seed to really be staring this way.
Without a doubt, despite the superb craftsmanship, the subject matter was a bit on the grotesque side.
This wasn’t so conventional Angel Sanctuary motif; at a glance it was far more stirring.
What blood warmly in the background was not brilliant holy radiance, but a blood-like scarlet.
So rich it felt ready to drip at any mont, yet with a sky-like clarity, it set off the coiled figure in the center as though it were gazing down from so distant cosmos.
The figure even looked a bit familiar, spider-like in shape, covered in eyes, with a huge abdon completely out of proportion to the legs beneath it.
Rom?
Fu Qian recalled seeing a similar image back in Dunis—it was the very object of worship of that particular circle of mysticism enthusiasts, suspected to be the source of the Curse.
And in the end all the facts had pointed to a Superior Being nad Rom.
He’d even had quite a few interactions with that one in other places.
So does Lord Rom actually look like this?
Honestly, in terms of image managent this was pretty much the worst among all the Superior Beings he knew, enough to make you wonder whether, back in the Mythic Era, this thing could even attract believers.
Could this be an extra motivation behind wanting to swap into Ship-God Hamadus’s body?
Even as he silently dissed, the power of a Superior Being was fully on display.
As if it had heard this curiosity, the hazy red expanse suddenly grew even more dazzling in the next second.
Even Lord Rom’s body was lit up as if stained with blood—drip.
Real blood.
Though it didn’t fall directly onto Fu Qian’s head, at that mont a single crimson droplet truly did fall from above.
Waaah—
And the instant it shattered on the floor, a tender infant’s wail sounded in sync.
...
Order of Blood? So it really is Lord Rom?
That feeling of déjà vu was easily caught by Fu Qian at that mont.
He’d already found this shade of red extrely familiar earlier; now, layered with this crying, it was hard not to think of his Reminiscence Record experience back in the Em House Palace.
Back then the storeroom had already confird that the actions of Luyi, a core mber of the Native Council, had Rom’s authority behind them.
With all these elents combined, this not only looked exactly like a personal descent of that Superior Being, it even felt distinctly unfriendly toward him.
So have I been a little too reckless?
Was this actually a trap set specifically for the overconfident?
Answering the call would just be walking right into the snare?
Though Lord Rom hadn’t made any further moves yet, everything about this felt like he’d stepped into Its domain; every extra second he lingered, the danger level ticked up another notch.
Reflecting on his conduct in silence, Fu Qian’s expression remained calm.
Facing the fine patter of blood-rain, he threaded his way through with such subtle precision that not a single drop touched him.
At the sa ti, he showed no intention of retreating, still locked onto the direction the "Executioner’s" voice was coming from.
Click!
And at a certain mont, with the sound of another door opening, that voice suddenly grew clearer—and more cheerful.
Yes, even though within the vast space beyond the door the floor was covered in searing scarlet, the chaos and gore unprecedented,
the figure hanging in the middle of it all by her hands, the one whose mouth the sounds were coming from, seed already to be brimming with savage delight.
"Welco."
And right beside her, the old acquaintance Luyi, who had just flashed through his mind a mont ago, was already looking over as if he’d been waiting for so ti.
"Pleasure to et you."
With a casual pleasantry, Fu Qian’s gaze stayed on the tortured woman.
That face... Nepheli?
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