Chapter 1499: Section 1500 Imrsion Chapter 1499: Section 1500 Imrsion Hua Que’s curiosity was evidently stronger than Popota’s. She floated over and scrutinized the small box in Angel’s palm from above and below.
The box was roughly the size of a chicken egg, with a sowhat peculiar design. It was a square box engraved with cloud patterns, and right on top, there was a tal decoration resembling the shape of a trumpet flower.
“Big brother, what is this?” Hua Que observed curiously, sensing a strange fluctuation connected to Angel emanating from the box. However, she had no idea what it actually was.
Popota, although sowhat tired, was also curious and looked over.
“This is a special miniature stage device,” Angel said with a smile.
Angel rembered Popota once saying he had always wanted to take Hua Que to a stage play but kept postponing it, thinking there was plenty of ti in the future—only to be filled with regret when Hua Que was kidnapped.
“Would you like to see it?”
The mont Hua Que heard “stage play,” her eyes lit up instantly, “Can I watch it?”
Angel nodded, his lips forming a gentle smile, “It’s a good chance for you both to relax.”
Hua Que was thrilled, while Popota looked at Angel, feeling an odd sense of foreboding rising within him. He felt like Angel’s smile contained a deeper aning.
With Hua Que’s nod, Angel gently caressed the trumpet flower on the little box.
Suddenly, an eerie lody began to play.
Hua Que, initially happy, was startled by the strange music, her smile freezing instantly.
Popota, on the other hand, shivered; the eerie music reminded him of the night he lost Hua Que, with torrential rain, dark skies, and a restless heart…
“Big brother, what… what is this?”
Angel was still smiling, “This is the sound of a special musical instrunt called the water zither. Don’t be afraid, keep watching. This is a very special play.”
Hua Que felt Angel’s voice becoming fainter and fainter, until eventually, she couldn’t hear anything, feeling weightless as though she had fallen from the clouds to the earth.
By the ti Hua Que ca to her senses, she found herself in a town shrouded in night.
The town seed ordinary, but without streetlights and devoid of stars and moonlight, there was an inexplicable eeriness. The only light in the whole town ca from a sowhat dilapidated church.
As the scene shifted, Hua Que found herself moving from a bird’s-eye view of the town to the interior of the church.
The church was not large, with only a few believers reciting so unknown holy scripture.
On one side of the church, an old priest was whispering to a young man with white hair. Curious, Hua Que moved closer and overheard the old priest telling the young man, “Everything starts with the teachings of the Holy Scripture. Even your thought process and logical proof must be based on the doctrines of the Father God.”
Hua Que listened for a long ti but did not fully grasp the content. She only learned that the old priest’s na was Berengar, while the handso young man with white hair was called Alex.
Hua Que walked around the church and didn’t notice anything unusual. However, the church’s main door was locked, and she couldn’t open it.
Hua Que recalled what Angel had said before; this was a special play.
“So, does that an the setting for this stage play is this church?” Otherwise, it wouldn’t make sense for the door to be locked.
But if it was an indoor play, then why did she get a view of the entire town from above just monts ago?
Hua Que was filled with doubts. However, she found the experience of this “special stage play” quite novel. To truly participate among the actors and see every detail was an incredible feeling.
With great interest, Hua Que road around. Since the actors couldn’t see her, she could even hear the whispers of others.
However, after waiting for several minutes, Hua Que saw no progress in the play.
Just as Hua Que grew puzzled, the door, which she thought impossible to open, suddenly swung open. A man with a panic-stricken face walked in, muttering, “Dead… there’s been a death…”
Priest Berengar approached, “What happened?”
“There’s been a death… The serial killer has appeared again, this ti the victim is… Knight Raven…”
As the panic-stricken man finished speaking, the scene shifted once again.
The sound of horse hooves echoed in the dense night, as a group of knights wielding torches rode their fully armored steeds fast along the turbulent river.
“Whoa—” As the leader of the knight patrol pulled on the reins, the steed ca to a halt, “We’re here; the deceased’s head was found right in this spot!”
On the roaring great river, there was a stone bridge where one of its pillars was surrounded by people.
At that mont, Hua Que was behind the knight patrol. She initially thought she was watching a play confined to a specific area, only to find herself out of the town, in the wilds and wastelands.
Late at night, a dismbernt case, humid air… and the sound of water music ringing in Hua Que’s ears once again made her shudder involuntarily.
Even though she was already dead, even though she had seen countless corpses, the appropriate atmosphere paired with chilling music made this theater experience impart a terrifying impact on Hua Que like never before.
Hua Que dared not approach to look at the deceased’s head, only hoping the scene would quickly change.
But the image remained there, and the music grew more unsettling, as if telling Hua Que that the aning of this scene lay in that decapitated head.
Having no choice, Hua Que mustered up her courage, made her way through the crowd, and arrived under the bridge pier.
The pale head of Knight Raven instantly caught Hua Que’s sight.
Perhaps the existence of this scene was to make Hua Que look at Knight Raven’s head, so as soon as she had taken in Knight Raven’s visage, the scene imdiately shifted.
She was back in the church once more.
Inside the church, Priest Beren Lang was conversing with Lady Connie, Knight Raven’s mother. After a while, Priest Beren Lang said he would go to the cetery to hold a service for Knight Raven, asking the young man with white hair, Alex, to console Lady Connie.
Seeing this, Hua Que roughly understood the chanics of this stage play, where scene transitions either ant a change in space or in ti.
The the of this stage play was probably solving a case? Investigating Knight Raven’s death that occurred prior?
And the protagonist, presumably, was one of these two in the church, but Priest Beren Lang seed to have a minor role, so this Alex was probably the main character of the play.
After confirming this information, though sowhat frightened, Hua Que couldn’t resist her curiosity and the novelty of the experience, slowly imrsing herself in the plot, while internally guessing—who was the murderer?
…
About three hours later, Hua Que and Popota erged from their imrsion in the stage play one after the other.
Popota’s eyes were filled with complexity, and now he sowhat understood why he felt there was a deep aning to Angel’s smiling earlier… what relaxing, easygoing stage play? Absolutely not!
This play was suffused with an odd and dark style.
Especially the character developnt of Alex, the protagonist, carried an absurd sense of witnessing the rise and fall of human relations.
This was not a typical stage play, but the complexity and struggles of each character could be seen.
If Popota had not yet beco a wizard, he certainly would not have let Hua Que watch such a play, but now that he was about to fall into the darkness of the Abyss woven by the Deep Master, leaving Hua Que alone in this savage world, perhaps watching this play could serve as a caution for her.
Moreover, the protagonist Alex’s character was rather cold, but such a disposition was very suitable for the Wizards’ Realm. If Alex were a real person with talent, he might have made an exceptional wizard.
This could actually be of so help to Hua Que’s future life in the Wizards’ Realm.
Apart from the effect on Hua Que and the contemplation of the play’s content and characters, what Popota hated the most was—
“Big brother, what exactly is the ending?” As soon as Hua Que woke up from the play, she imdiately ran to Angel’s side and urgently asked.
Yes, what Popota hated the most was that this stage play had no ending!
Hua Que looked at Angel expectantly, and Popota pricked up his ears, wanting to know the final outco of the play from Angel.
Originally thought to be a play about solving a murder case, they did not expect it to take a divine turn. Although it felt bizarre, what they wanted to know even more was whether that beloved yet hated protagonist had eventually killed the mad, dark nun?
Angel pondered for a mont, then said to Hua Que, “This play is based on a true story.”
Hua Que was startled for a mont. Although she was young, she had read quite a few books. She knew that stage play adaptations were often based on truth, but this play involving ‘cages’, ‘undead’, ‘realm of the deceased’, and a series of transcendent elents, to call it a true story was presumably so secret fortune of the Wizards’ Realm?
“Although this is a true story, I added a bit of dramatic flavor when adapting it,” Angel explained. His attempt was purely based on the imrsive cinema from the Holographic Tablet, where many events he had not experienced himself were simulated through Illusion Technique.
Furthermore, to increase dramatic tension and story conflict, so of the characters’ dialogues were appropriately adjusted.
Therefore, it naturally differed from his own experiences. But the overall storyline remained unchanged.
“As for the ending you’re asking about, I don’t actually know. I don’t know if Alex killed the nun, I don’t know the fate of the outsider who helped Alex, and I certainly don’t know if Alex managed to escape the cage.” Angel shrugged: “So, I can’t give you a definite answer.”
Hua Que felt so regret upon hearing this.
“However, I said this is a true story. Maybe you could use your Prophecy talent to see the ending of this story,” Angel said with a smile: “At that point, it’ll be my turn to ask you about the ending.”
Angel chose to adapt his own experience into a special stage play for two reasons.
First, naturally, he hoped to use this thod to pinpoint the location of the cage. And this location information was a very important data point for studying The Gate of Void.
Second, he was also curious about Alex’s fate and thought that probably only a Prophet Wizard could help him with that. This was also why Angel had invited Hua Que to watch this play; after all, Hua Que’s Prophecy ability was very strong.
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