Chapter 567: Chapter 567 Beauty (24)_1 Chapter 567: Chapter 567 Beauty (24)_1 Fu Qian, the stitched-together creature sitting there, was ignored as Suzune Hayami turned and headed straight for the door.
In the corner of her eye, she even stealthily observed Fu Qian’s reaction, concluding that there was none.
Fu Qian paid no heed to her actions, instead fully absorbed in piecing together an arm.
…
Her hand on the doorknob, Suzune Hayami struggled to describe her feelings at that moment.
But after steadying herself, she still exerted force on her hand, resolutely pushing the door open.
A dense grey fog, which had somehow enveloped the exit, now made visibility extremely poor.
Could this be the edge of the Nightmare, as a man-made dream couldn’t be infinite in size?
If she left this place, then…
Taking one last glance back, Suzune Hayami stepped into the thick fog.
This is…
The next moment, she looked on in horror at the dim space before her.
It was a familiar underground area, with rectangular stone platforms laid out in a familiar pattern, one of which bore a mangled corpse.
The only difference this time was that behind her, there was a door in the wall, ajar and sloping upwards to the outside.
And, looking through this door, she could see the thick fog outside, dense as syrup.
How could this be!
After staring at the grim corpse for a few seconds, Suzune Hayami suddenly turned and climbed through the newly appeared door behind her.
This time, she didn’t even reach the ground before the fog surged in.
Suzune Hayami didn’t stop moving, and when the grey fog cleared, she found herself in an unfamiliar room with a bed beside her.
Directly across the spacious bed stood a huge floor-to-ceiling window, outside of which was still a hazy grey expanse.
This was a bedroom.
Taking a deep breath, Suzune Hayami went to open the door, crossed the hallway, descended the stairs, and was once again faced with a familiar living room.
So was the room just now upstairs in this building?
“Does Lady Suzune need something?”
Almost immediately, the Man-Eater Demon sitting by the dining table lifted its head to look at her, its voice muffled beneath the turkey mask.
This time, however, Suzune Hayami was not in the mood for conversation, as she realized that her current predicament was far from simple.
“I’m sorry, but dinner will have to wait a little longer.”
Fu Qian continued, gesturing with his bloodied hand toward a soup pot beside him.
“Help yourself if you’re hungry.”
Before he finished speaking, Suzune Hayami once again raised her hand.
But this time, her aim wasn’t Fu Qian’s hand, but the vast window on one side of the living room.
Crash!
Amid the shattering sound, the blade that flew from her fingertips pierced through multiple layers of glass, leaving a large hole.
Unfortunately, this kind of destruction brought no sense of instability to the surroundings.
She couldn’t get out, and such destruction had no effect.
A heavy feeling settled in Suzune Hayami’s heart.
Crash…
Amid consecutive shattering noises, a few more glass panes met their demise.
And Suzune Hayami’s expression grew increasingly grim.
Still no reaction; it was clear this exceeded her understanding of synthetic illusions.
“I can understand your urgency, but damaging the restaurant is wrong. Haste won’t get you anywhere, especially since the ingredients have not even arrived yet,” said Fu Qian, looking at his living room which had sustained instant damage, and sighed.
Unfortunately, the main offender paid no heed to his feelings, and the next moment, she was quickly advancing toward one of the broken windows and jumped out.
…
So this is how it achieves the effect of being inescapable?
Once you attempt to cross the edge of the dream, it’s like being caught in a temporal spatial disorder, randomly appearing in some corner.
At the same time, simple destruction doesn’t affect its stability, whose solidity has clearly increased quite a bit after the upgrade.
That’s right, Suzune had indeed been trapped in the Clear Dream Ring, and as the initiator, Fu Qian could always pinpoint her location.
Watching Suzune, who had not given up, try every possible method to get out, only to keep popping up in different places, Fu Qian gained a deeper understanding of the item’s effects.
One must know that apart from initially scaring her, he had made no other move; the predicament Suzune faced was entirely the dream’s spontaneous reaction.
It proved that a physical Seventh Phase, using this item, would have almost no way out.
…
Who knows how many cycles had passed, when Fu Qian’s mansion no longer had a single intact piece of glass, Suzune finally stopped.
“You think you’ve won?”
This time standing before Fu Qian again, she said with a voice trembling with rage.
“Hard to say, but it’s obvious that you definitely haven’t won,”
Fu Qian’s reply was still provocative.
Hahaha!
Suzune, her emotions nearly out of control, let out a burst of unrestrained laughter.
“You’re right, I haven’t won for now, but I still have one last method, don’t I?”
The next moment, she pressed the blade she held between her fingers against her own throat.
“I figure whether it’s hallucination or a dream, as long as the main body, me, dies, then it should all come to an end no matter what.”
“Generally speaking, that’s true, but I haven’t tried it myself.”
Facing her new idea, Fu Qian remained silent for a few seconds, then nodded.
“Are you sure you want to do this, though? You haven’t eaten anything all this time!”
He pointed at the still steaming pot of soup.
“You’ve been busy for so long; you must be very hungry, right?”
…
Fu Qian’s nutritionally devoid comments reached her ears, and Suzune’s once resolute face hesitated for a moment.
Self-destruction was undoubtedly the trump card against all sorts of nightmares and delusions.
On the verge of collapse, she had resolved to use this last method, but the other’s question was like a hex, stirring a strange feeling in her heart.
Must be very hungry, right?
This was indeed true; with every attempt, as her energy was drained, the feeling of hunger had grown stronger.
The sensation was so real and intense that it made one wonder, is this truly inside a dream?
Could all of this not be a dream, but some kind of clever mental influence? And could causing oneself to self-destruct be this villain’s real goal?
He had been leading her on all along.
The possibility, once it sprouted, expanded rapidly, causing Suzune’s previously unwavering hand to falter, the blade unable to fall.
In the fierce internal struggle, Suzune unthinkingly glanced at the pot of soup again.
This…
The next moment, she swallowed her saliva uncontrollably, something frantic striking at her reason.
“Really, don’t be shy.”
Just then, a spoon was inserted into the pot, stirred around.
Fu Qian, at some point, had procured a bowl and filled it to the brim, pushing it towards her.
In the crazy tug-of-war in her mind, at one moment, Suzune, like a wooden puppet, reached out and took the scalding bowl of soup.
The aroma hit her, causing something inside her conscience to snap. The next moment, she buried her face in the bowl, sucking greedily.