Coastline, reefs, giant waves, lighthouse, shipwreck.
Lin Feng stood on the shore, his spiritual eye sweeping across the gloomy sky before him, and discovered something extremely unusual. Everything around him seemed to be frozen under the gaze of some enormous being, being slowly and calmly propelled forward.
"Forehead..."
Lin Feng felt a chill run down his spine; he seemed to have been pulled into a terrifying world...
Although it borrows other people's dreams to wander through their dreams, it will not completely travel through the dreams of these ordinary people, but will also connect with some of their information.
Just then, a beam of light shone from the distant lighthouse, piercing through the gray fog surrounding the coast and striking the waves that were constantly splashing white foam.
Whoosh...
The waves surged and crashed against the rocks one after another. The beam of light circled around, flashed past Lin Feng's eyes, and finally stopped on an obelisk that was slowly emerging from the depths of the gray fog.
The stone obelisk is about thirty stories high. At its base is a shallow beach. The obelisk is made of pitted limestone and is carved with all sorts of strange patterns, like eyes, tentacles, or whirlpools, the edges of which have been worn away by the sea.
Lin Feng had a sudden thought, and just as he was about to use his divine sense to observe, a sense of panic suddenly arose from the bottom of his heart.
You'll die...
I've really come to a place I shouldn't have come to...
A fleeting moment of terror made Lin Feng take one last look at the obelisk before heading towards the lighthouse.
The sound of waves continued to rise. As the lighthouse drew closer, Lin Feng saw a statue-like figure on the lighthouse, with messy white hair, gripping the railing at the top of the lighthouse, his eyes never leaving the obelisk.
At this moment, the white-haired man's gaze changed. Startled from the edge of his distant thoughts, he immediately saw Lin Feng, who had arrived nearby.
Doubt, confusion, relief... a variety of emotions surfaced in his eyes one after another. Finally, he loosened his grip on the creaking iron railing of the lighthouse, turned around, and walked down.
"What's your name?" The lighthouse door opened, and a white-haired man walked out carrying an iron shovel, which he expertly placed into Lin Feng's hand: "I'm Lear."
"casual."
It was still a simple transliteration. After he finished speaking, the other party nodded perfunctorily and pointed to a large pit dug a meter deep to the side: "Dig, and I will tell you everything you want to know."
Lin Feng gripped the shovel with amusement, briefly feeling its weight, and walked towards the pit: "Where is this?"
The shovel dug out a patch of damp sand, which then hit some gravel.
“Nameless Island,” Lear replied, leaning against the lighthouse, his eyes silently fixed on the vast, empty fog above.
What year is it now?
“1919, 1921, or 1924, I don’t remember.” The man tilted his head, touching the scratches on the wall, his finger stopping at a line of numbers: “I only remember someone saying that the war was over.”
1915, 1899, 1887, 1859—there are four numbers on the wall, and below each number are rows of scratches pointing straight to the ground.
"No, that's not right, I should be asking you that!" Lear realized he was the one imprisoned on the island: "Who are you?!"
Lear drew his dagger, a fierce look on his face, but when he looked at Lin Feng, who was still digging, a hint of fear crept into his eyes.
“I’m just like you, only I came here from another cage.” Lin Feng dug out two pebbles, ignoring Lear’s threat, and tossed the dirt and stones aside, sighing, “Do you know how to get out of here?”
Hearing the despair in Lin Feng's words, Lear couldn't help but pant heavily. His will, on the verge of collapse, roared in his mind until he calmed down again before answering, "When the fog clears, cross that shallow beach, and keep walking... you'll get out."
Lin Feng looked up and saw that the direction Lear was pointing was the location of the obelisk, but now the lighthouse's light could no longer illuminate the road, and everything was swallowed up by the fog.
But before he could take a second look, Lear urged fiercely, "Dig, keep digging!"
Lin Feng started digging again: "How deep?"
"Keep digging!"
As Li Er spoke, Lin Feng sped up his digging and effortlessly dug a two-meter-deep pit.
"Okay...it's over!" Lear's breathing was erratic, and he couldn't finish a sentence. His hands were already on the edge of the pit, looking at everything in the pit in despair, his mind completely absorbed by the rubble at the bottom of the pit.
Gradually, tears welled up in her eyes, and her heart, which was on the verge of collapse, finally broke down in tears, clutching the mud and sand she had just dug out.
Once the crying subsided, Lin Feng emerged from the lighthouse, his feet crunching on the sand and gravel, and returned to Lear's side: "So... we can't get out at all, right?"
"..." Lear raised his head, looking at the pair of feet standing in front of him, and murmured, "No, we can get out, we definitely can get out."
Yeah?
Lin Feng, still harboring some doubts, entered the lighthouse.
The lighthouse was filled with clutter, and on the walls hung several paintings of humanoid monsters drawn with charcoal, as well as some strange totems of unknown origin.
The second floor contains some stored grease, and the light at the top of the lighthouse is generated by burning the grease and reflecting it through a large mirror.
Looking out from the top of the lighthouse, the coastline illuminated by the light was lit up with shipwrecks, and further away, many dark shadows were crawling around; in the direction of the island, there was not a single tree, but strange reefs and huge skeletons of unidentifiable species everywhere.
However, he noticed something interesting: a hundred meters away on the coastline, there were some things that were clearly man-made.
As they walked along the coast, the shadowy figures lingering near the shipwreck hid one by one. A few slightly slower figures revealed their slippery skin as Lin Feng approached.
Black eyes, broad cheeks, viscous bodily fluids, and gill-like organs on its chest and abdomen.
"Deep Diver"
Upon seeing the notification, Lin Feng slowed his pace and glanced back at the lighthouse. Good heavens... in similar worlds, the ending is always the same: summoning Cthulhu, right?
Shipwrecks, lighthouses, coastlines, mist—this atmosphere...it truly feels like the world of Cthulhu.
So, should we still go take a look?
Lin Feng froze on the spot. Moving around in this world was impossible; doing nothing was safer than exploring... But being trapped on this island, even if he did nothing, wouldn't a group of strange humans appear at night...?
"Wait, if we could bring the gods of this world into the dimension of the heart, those guys..."
"No, they must have a backup plan, otherwise they wouldn't dare to casually transform personal spaces into something like dimensional realms."
"Just relying on summoning or similar methods to borrow the existence of this world..." Lin Feng hesitated for a long time, recalling the information left in the golden apple, and several different thoughts arose in his mind: "How did it lead me to this world... Could that sailor's soul be that of a cultist...?"
In the blink of an eye, the image of Si Zang sleeping peacefully in the ice block reappeared in Lin Feng's mind, and his eyes twitched involuntarily.
He had originally hoped that he could find other lost participants by following the path to that desolate mountain. If he encountered them, he could at least offer some additional help in this nightmare world.
But who could have known that this was all a trap?
He also imitated their practice of leaving ominous corners in different worlds, hoping to attract other participants.
but...
"Forget it, let's explore this world first. If we can find something useful, that would be a good approach."
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