God Invasion: It's awesome to save the world with five problematic girls! Chapter 902 253: The Old Dream She Can't Let Go (Part 2)

"She's in here, ow!"

"..."

Yan Huan imdiately walked over, touched the tight, intertwined, seemingly impossible-to-break flesh-like tentacle wall, then turned and asked ow-chan,

"Are you sure, ow-chan?"

"I'm sure, ow!"

"Alright..."

After receiving confirmation, Yan Huan took a deep breath and stepped back a good distance.

Then, he raised his right hand and aid at the wall.

"Zzz... zzz..."

Next, a spark began to form in the palm of Yan Huan's hand, releasing a suffocating sll of gunpowder.

Fireworks...

Once the spark in his hand was successfully ford, Yan Huan aid at the wall and flicked it lightly.

"Whoosh!"

The spark shot out instantly, extending its flight in mid-air and growing larger until it transford into a massive fireball.

"Boom!!"

With a huge explosion, the previously sealed tentacle wall was instantly blown open.

A burnt sll, reminiscent of grilled squid, wafted over, causing Yan Huan to cover his mouth and nose as he looked at the gap blown open in the still-settling smoke.

"Gululu..."

ow-chan jumped onto Yan Huan's shoulder imdiately, curiously peering at the scene.

What they saw was, within the tentacle wall, the belly of a gigantic white snake coiling as if around the outside of the Skytree.

At this mont, its belly had been blasted open by Yan Huan's fireworks, revealing a dark passage as though it led to a Different World.

"Yan Huan..."

"Hmm?"

ow-chan stared at the open cavity, seemingly realizing what kind of existence it was, and quickly pointed out,

"Didn't I ntion before that the modifier evolves with the host's desires? Now, it has evolved to its final form.

"To keep extracting the host's desire and let the host, who is on the brink of collapse, persist until the Evil God descends, the Evil God inevitably needs to create an illusionary realm capable of fulfilling the host's ultimate pleasure to contain the host..."

Yan Huan frowned and looked at ow-chan,

"So, inside..."

"Yes, inside might hold pleasures humans can barely imagine, like the delightful temptations in a desire-realm of ultimate joy."

ow-chan spoke intently to Yan Huan,

"You must find An Le, who is lost within that land of bliss, and use the ring to silence her...

"As a deity, I cannot enter, so it all depends on you, Yan Huan."

Upon hearing, Yan Huan felt like facing a formidable enemy.

He looked at the deep entrance before him, took a deep breath, and beca extrely vigilant,

"Alright."

The promised land of bliss, huh?

The next mont, fully alert with his heart pounding, Yan Huan gently stepped forward into the belly of the massive white snake.

"Buzz..."

...

...

Contrary to the depth seen from the entrance, when Yan Huan stepped inside, his first sensation was the sudden brightening of the surroundings.

The light was so glaring that Yan Huan couldn't open his eyes for a mont...

Thus, his other senses took the lead, absorbing information from the surroundings ahead of ti.

"Sss... sss..."

What he first heard was the sound of wind blowing through the leaves.

Then ca the light fragrance of blooming Chinese wisteria...

That was the tree most commonly found blooming in the sumr parks of Linn.

Yan Huan vaguely recalled that so were planted near the entrance of his orphanage, around the old children's playground equipnt.

Wait...

The next second, Yan Huan's previously shut eyes opened almost involuntarily, facing the glaring sunlight directly.

What he saw before him were a few Chinese wisteria trees blooming in midsumr.

The wind of Linn painted early sumr, sketching mories on their swaying leaves.

Yan Huan widened his eyes, looking down at the coarse sand beneath his feet, where discarded cigarette butts from passing delinquents could still be seen...

An Le and he would always pick up these pieces of trash when building sandcastles, only to find others when they returned.

Sounds of old tal creaking ca rhythmically from behind Yan Huan, making his shoulders twitch slightly.

"Creak... creak..."

That was the sound of a swing.

The old children's play equipnt was simple—a slide connected to a rusty climbing fra.

The unclean sandpit held a seesaw with one seat missing, leaving only a few rivets behind.

The few things left to play with included just one swing.

An Le loved that swing.

Because it faced directly toward the gate of Yan Huan's orphanage.

The orphanage was semi-closed to outsiders, so few could enter.

An Le wasn't an outgoing child either; she would just sit outside waiting silly for Yan Huan to appear.

Perhaps, on so sumr afternoon, she left ho alone and sat on that swing.

Swaying, her eyes fixed on the boys and girls sneaking out of the orphanage to buy sweets.

As each ca out, she would quietly count a number.

Seeing one or two boys who resembled Yan Huan, she would imdiately stand up from the swing, staring dazedly.

After following the boy for quite a distance and realizing he wasn't Yan Huan, she would return to the swing, sowhat disappointed...

Yet at those tis, she would suddenly forget which number she had counted.

And she would start over.

Growing accustod to it, Yan Huan knew of her habit and would sotis ask her,

"When I ca, what number were you on?"

She would blink her eyes, think for a long while, and finally tell Yan Huan the smallest number possible.

She said she hadn't waited long.