Chapter 210: God's Arrival
Early morning of the third day.
The consciousness sinks into the deep sea, but it is not peaceful.
Countless broken mirror images tumbled in the dream, cold and slippery whispers entangled the soul, as if sinking in an invisible but suffocating seaweed.
I woke up suddenly, my heart pounding, and cold sweat broke out on my forehead.
Not a dream.
There was an indescribable pressure in the air, so heavy that it made it hard to breathe.
It is not a physical increase in gravity, but a kind of restlessness and wailing that comes from the world itself.
I felt as if every inch of my skin could feel the subtle, abnormal vibrations in the space, like the groaning of a huge gear about to dislocate.
I walked barefoot to the window and yanked open the heavy curtains.
The sky has changed its appearance at this moment.
It is no longer the sickly dim or depressing leaden gray of the past.
At this moment, the sky was like a huge canvas that had been smeared with oil paint by a clumsy painter, showing a strange and distorted color - various colors were intertwined and flowed without any pattern, and from time to time, pale lightning-like cracks briefly tore through the clouds, followed by a deeper, disturbing darkness.
The sunlight disappeared completely, and an unnatural light enveloped the earth, making the outlines of all objects appear blurred and unreal.
As I gazed at this unusual celestial phenomenon, the silver mirror on the table, used to contact the Secret Garden Society, suddenly lit up on its own. A faint light flickered, projecting a rapidly scrolling text and several automatically playing, heart-wrenching images:
[Emergency Intelligence Summary - Global Abnormal Phenomenon Outbreak]
East District 7: The mirage has materialized. It has been confirmed that phantom creatures are moving across the restricted area. It is recommended to avoid it.
The North Third District Security Zone: Large-scale collective hallucinations occurred, and people attacked infrastructure. The reason is unknown and the area has been blocked.
Dozens of similar reports scrolled by quickly, each with a paragraph at the end.
Appendix: The source of the high-energy reaction has been confirmed, with coordinates pointing to the Tiannan area. The intensity continues to soar, breaking the historical threshold!
Warning: The awakening process of the old gods has entered an irreversible stage!
The pictures show chaotic scenes from around the world.
Many distorted forests made of light and shadow appeared out of thin air on the streets.
People screamed in terror at the air or knelt in fervent worship. A huge crack, like shattered glass, suddenly appeared in the middle of a bridge, and behind the crack was a swirling starry sky...
My heart sank. The Secret Garden Society's intelligence confirmed my worst suspicions. Gali's previous slumber might have been more than just a matter of me robbing him of some of his power.
He is resting and recuperating, planning to fully descend upon the world to influence it.
And now, His power has begun to radiate globally!
I can't wait any longer... I must leave the base immediately and find a place far away from the crowd.
If I use my full strength here, the aftermath alone will be enough to destroy everything I have worked so hard to build.
I grabbed the Miao Dao, and in a flash, I flew out of the window. After a few jumps, I disappeared into the ruins outside the stronghold.
The scenes we saw along the way were even more absurd and horrifying than the pictures in the Secret Garden Society's intelligence.
The cracks in the sky became clearer and clearer, like ugly scars.
Not all areas have advanced protection like the Black Dragon Gang, and many small shelters have already fallen into chaos.
The doors of many shelters were wide open, allowing the people inside to come out and walk around outside.
I saw a man kneeling on the ground, digging the soil frantically, shouting "Gold! All gold!", and the people around him joined in as if possessed, digging their fingers until they were bleeding but they were completely unaware.
That is the madness that comes from the embodiment of the obsession with wealth.
On a street corner, several children were laughing and chasing a sweet-smelling rainbow bubble that they would never catch. They ran step by step towards a pink illusory river that suddenly appeared. Just as they were about to step into it, I quickly snapped my fingers, distorting the false scene.
The bubbles in front of them suddenly disappeared. The children were stunned for a moment, and then burst into tears on the spot.
Using the mirror to jump further, a small community of people seemed to be in a collective hysteria. They opened the door, smiled at each other, walked towards each other, and then began to merge into each other.
The flesh and blood melted and pieced together like a wax figure, forming a huge, wriggling, terrifying mass of flesh that constantly uttered happy mutterings.
It is a horrifying sight brought about by the distorted desire to "become one" and "no longer be alone."
Despair, greed, fear, tiny hope... all human emotions, whether bright or dark, now become the food and paintbrush of Gali's power, turning Tiannan City into a nightmare gallery where madness and reality are intertwined.
Amidst this chaos, I also saw signs of the Investigation Bureau's struggle.
An armored vehicle painted with the Bureau of Investigation logo overturned on the side of the road, its body twisted like plasticine by some force. The bodies of the team members next to it had no external injuries, but their faces were frozen with extreme fear, as if they were scared to death by their own nightmares.
A little further away, several investigators, relying on the ruined fortifications, were struggling to hold back a group of monsters made of broken glass and screaming human faces.
Their weapons had little effect on the monsters, but one of the team members was holding a device that looked like a sound wave generator and was able to temporarily scatter the monsters.
They used their own lives and equipment to perform their "protection" duties with great difficulty, trying to stop the monsters from rushing to a refugee gathering point in the rear.
Many of them wore the shoulder straps of "Sword of Dawn".
I saw a young investigator being pierced through the chest by a glass claw. His last expression was not one of pain, but of unwillingness and anger.
My steps didn't pause, but a chilling feeling welled up in my heart. Chen Yubing believed my warning. But these efforts were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in the face of the true terror that was about to arrive.
I increased my speed, leaving the chaos and struggle behind me far behind, and rushed towards the desolate mountainous area outside the city where the illusory power was most chaotic and violent.
Finally, I arrived at a collapsed valley. The aura here was violent enough to tear apart the soul of an ordinary person.
The cracks in the sky are almost palpable here, and black "rain" keeps dripping, eroding everything.
A huge phantom creature composed of countless broken mirror images let out a shrill scream and crawled on the twisted earth.
I floated up, my Miao Dao was unsheathed, and the cloud-thunder pattern shone brightly, resonating with the power of the World Stone. I struggled to stabilize the space of a hundred meters around me.
Two forces of the same origin but emitting completely different auras collided.
Shattered some illusory scenes.
However, at this moment, a pair of phantoms covering the entire sky turned indifferently to me, an insignificant person who dared to hold up a piece of "reality".
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