Chapter 11 Chapter 11 Chapter 11
It felt like floating on clouds, but all that could be seen was darkness and nothingness. The thick darkness was like an unyielding, viscous substance, dragging one's consciousness into the unknown.
Azhi felt lightheaded. She couldn't think or control herself here, and could only hug herself and wander aimlessly.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but the boundless darkness began to take on other colors, and suddenly a faint light appeared before her eyes, and her vision became clear.
It was a small hut surrounded by a fence, with smoke rising from the roof and slivers of light seeping through the windows and door cracks, indicating that it was inhabited.
Such a secluded paradise is hidden in such deep darkness; even the most cold-hearted person would be tempted to approach this hard-won warmth.
Azhi moved closer to it uncontrollably.
Her subconscious told her that even in a dream, she shouldn't enter other people's houses without permission. However, this was a dream, a dream in which she couldn't control her behavior.
With a heart full of refusal, Azhi watched helplessly as she slowly walked towards the small house that emitted the only light source in the darkness, and then... she walked through the wall and went inside.
The room was indeed as cozy as expected, but Azhi, whose mind was blank, looked around and felt that the room's layout was very familiar.
She liked to sit by the window and bask in the sun on sunny afternoons, so there was always a bench under the window. And it wasn't just any bench; it had to be big enough for her to snuggle in.
She enjoys eating trendy pastries, and sometimes when she's in the mood, she'll prepare the ingredients and make them herself. Therefore, there are always some pastry molds in her small cabinet. The shapes of those molds are not common; they were deliberately collected by A-Zhi.
She likes...
It seemed that everything she liked could be found here, and everything in front of her was shrouded in a veil, making her feel strange and mysterious.
Azhi uncontrollably walked a little closer to the room, only to realize that there really was someone inside.
It was a woman with a hazy face, her petite body kneeling beside the stove, gently fanning the fire with a fan in her hand, as if she were simmering soup on the fire.
Azhi should have been able to see the woman's face clearly, but something strange happened again.
The flickering firelight illuminated the woman's quiet, pale profile, as if draped in a soft filter, making her appear graceful and beautiful.
Azhi couldn't see her face clearly, but inexplicably, she could sense the warmth in the woman's lowered eyes and the smile on her lips.
It's a heartwarming scene that makes you reluctant to disturb this picturesque moment.
However, Azhi was destined never to have the chance to watch it closely again.
Azhi's hearing gradually returned, and she heard hurried, stumbling footsteps that gradually became clearer and finally stopped outside the house.
Another strange thing happened. She shouldn't have been able to see it through the wall, but Azhi was able to see everything clearly, as if she had X-ray vision.
It was a creature with a human form but filled with bizarre features, its body hunched over, its sharp claws gripping the window frame, and its distorted face beyond the realm of normal human beings.
His bloodshot eyes bulged, his pupils gleaming with a thirst for flesh and blood, sinister and terrifying.
Almost instantly, Azhi knew it was a ghost, and a ghost that had been starving for a long time.
Without needing to think much, the tragedy that was about to unfold was already obvious. However, the woman lowered her head slightly, as if she was completely unaware of the terrible things that were about to happen.
Azhi desperately wanted to rush forward and warn her of the danger, but her legs seemed to be rooted to the ground, and her mouth was as if glued shut.
Like an uninvolved bystander, Azhi was powerless to take any action and seemed only able to watch the tragedy unfold.
The ghost bared its fangs; its strength defied all reason. With a simple wave of its hand, the sturdy wooden door crumbled into dust like fragile paper.
The woman stared blankly ahead, having already lost all possibility of escape.
Azhi almost closed her eyes in unbearable pain, her heart pounding with nervousness.
But once again, she lost control of herself. For a brief moment, her soul seemed to be extracted and merged with that woman's. All around was deathly silence, and her pupils were filled with the evil spirits rushing towards her.
Bloody, cruel, and vicious...
"—Click"
With his dark red hair flying wildly, shimmering in the firelight, the tall and imposing young man charged in like a god descending from heaven, wielding a long sword. He exuded a strong aura of killing intent and effortlessly slew the evil spirit.
In a moment, the young man flicked off the bloodstains on the knife and embraced the woman in an extremely protective manner, his large hand gripping her slender waist, keeping all danger at bay.
Amidst the rising ash, Azhi saw the woman's lips open and close twice, softly calling out a name—it was...
Hearing was lost at this moment, and vision returned to darkness.
Azhi opened her eyes with a cold sweat. She sat up blankly, the blanket slipping off her chest, her body still trembling slightly.
She was immersed in a terrible dream, the details of which were already blurry. She only vaguely remembered a pair of eyes that terrified her, staring at her with an inorganic indifference and deep malice.
Azhi propped herself up on her elbows, and as if in a conditioned reflex after being startled, her eyes scanned the surroundings unfocused before she wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.
The room was dark, with no lights on, making it impossible to see anything amiss. The only source of light was the moonlight streaming through the window.
Azhi looked over slowly, and only when the wind blew on her did she belatedly mutter, "Ah... how could I forget to close the window?"
The window creaked and groaned. Azhi got up to close it, and the wind dried the sweat on her body. She felt cold all over and couldn't help but shrink back into the blanket.
Azhi was unsure if it was just her imagination. She felt like she had a terrible nightmare, but as soon as she opened her eyes, she couldn't remember anything about the dream. Only the lingering palpitations remained in her heart.
This heart palpitation made her shiver again, and her mind was filled with all sorts of chaotic thoughts. In the endless silence, a faint sound suddenly came from the ceiling above her head.
There was a rustling sound, as if something had been bumped, but it only lasted for a few seconds before there was no further movement.
Normally, Azhi wouldn't notice such a small thing, but right now she was a little sensitive. She stared at the ceiling, her mind drifting between confusion and clarity: [Was it a mouse?]
000: […………]
000 saw everything that had just happened and naturally knew that it wasn't a rat.
Fortunately, Daki did not take any further action. Otherwise, in order to protect the host's life, 000 would have had to take some special measures, which might have affected subsequent actions.
Fortunately, things haven't gotten to the worst point yet.
Now, 000 is thinking about how to cleverly gloss over the situation.
If you were to tell Aori the truth—that an Upper Moon demon had just come by and was drooling over her—Aori wouldn't have the guts... no, she doesn't have that kind of guts.
000 could foresee how scared Azhi would be, and that she might even have trouble sleeping.
The result of not being able to sleep is that it will bother it, and this is not something that can be solved by simply coaxing it; it will be a long-term problem.
Therefore, 000 chose to keep it a secret without any guilt, replying as usual without revealing its feelings: "Okay, go to sleep."
To be honest, Daki's professional skills are really lacking. She does things without considering the consequences, and she probably thought that Ori was a weak human, so she didn't even think about hiding it from her.
The system's voice was always a mechanical electronic tone. At first, Azhi was not used to it at all, but after listening to it more often, she felt that the monotone tone was quite nice.
For example, right now, 000's reply has greatly comforted her, her tense nerves have relaxed again, and the sleepiness that the teaching assistant had been avoiding has returned.
Azhi slowly lay down, burying her face in the blankets in a coquettish manner, mumbling indistinctly.
Let me tell you…
I just had a nightmare...
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