Chapter 115 World K: 1 Because his body hadn't recovered, even...
Because his body had not recovered, even the magic within him was fluctuating, to the point that Ethan could not control it stably.
As they passed through the portal, the collapse of magic created several distorted vortexes with a strange suction force, trying to pull them in.
"Get away!" Little Ethan shouted as loudly as he could in the howling wind so that others could hear him: "That's a spacetime rift! If you get caught in it, there's a 75% chance you'll be torn to pieces, and the remaining 25% chance you'll end up in a remote, hard-to-find world—get out of the way! Its suction is incredibly strong!"
Because of its instability, the portals that were initially walkable seemed to have lost gravity and floated around everywhere.
Even though the wind was howling, everyone heard some people saying to make way.
Yaroslava grabbed the children who were drifting away little by little after joining the portal. With her left hand she grabbed little Nadia, who was a bit far away, and with her right hand she grabbed little Tenas, who was about to run towards freedom. In an embrace, she held them together, along with little Ethan, who was not far in front of her.
While protecting them, Yaroslava also made sure to avoid some rocks that emerged from the whirlpool.
So why are there stones inside these portals?! Is this correct? Where did the stones come from? What is the crack connecting to that place with so many large stones?!
Yaroslava thought to herself, "I have to be extra careful. If I get hit, nobody will be happy."
She's not a fighter, but two of the three kids are. They're very strong, but they're in child form. Who knows? What if they get smashed into mincemeat?
That said, they seem a little heavier... Is their bodies recovering?
Yaroslava hefted the three in her arms uncertainly and found that they were indeed a little different from the ones she had held before; they seemed to have grown a little bit.
Has the city's will-based power begun to slowly fade? This is a good sign.
While Yaroslava was lost in thought, a stone came flying at her. Without looking up, she simply tilted her head to the side, letting the stone graz her face without even turning red.
"That!" Little Ethan pointed to a dim light in the distance. "That world connection is more stable, let's go there!"
Otherwise, one can only see one spacetime rift after another in this endless darkness, and will never find another world that is more stable to travel through.
Yaroslava held them firmly in her arms again, and using the force of the floating rocks behind them, she pushed off with all her might, and they were launched like by a giant slingshot, disappearing into the light in the blink of an eye.
After their eyes adjusted to the blinding white light, Yaroslava found that they had arrived at a lush green meadow. They were on a mountain.
From a distance, there seemed to be a town some distance away, and they landed on a mountain.
The air was filled with the crisp chirping of birds. A gentle breeze swept by, and the delicate petals of the most vibrant, unfamiliar flowers were swept up by the wind, transforming them into an elegant ballerina, twirling and leaping in the air, changing shape, before finally floating lightly to the ground.
It fell on the grass, on the plants, and on people.
One petal even drifted down to Yaroslava, and she reached out and gently caught it.
Gently pinch the petals with your fingers; they are slightly slippery. With a little pressure, juice is secreted, and a faint floral fragrance lingers in your nose.
It smells so good
"Flowers." The voice behind her interrupted Yaroslava's reverie. She turned around and saw little Ternas standing behind her, pointing at her hair: "You have flower petals on your head."
Little Turner gestured for her to squat down, and Yaroslava, though unsure of what she was going to cook, obediently squatted down.
A small hand gently touched her hair, then immediately parted; it turned out that little Turner was helping her remove the flower petals from her hair.
After fiddling with it for a while, making sure that there were no tiny petals left, Little Turnas conjured a flower from somewhere, one of those that were blooming in large numbers not far away, and stuck it behind her ear.
Yaroslava blinked: "What are you doing?"
“Beautiful people should be paired with beautiful things.” Little Turner said earnestly, “The flowers are beautiful, and you are beautiful too. You two would be a perfect match.”
……What?
I've heard that the most popular guardians in this country are incredibly popular, appealing to everyone from men and women, young and old, transgender people, and even Walmart shopping bags. Is it really that appealing?
How can someone who looks like a child say such things? Such cunning Americans with their sweet talk! It's terrifying!
If a child is already like this, how terrifying would it be if they were in adult form? Could we really get along with them?
Could it be that she exudes charm unconsciously? That would be truly terrifying.
Noticing Yaroslava's sudden change in demeanor and her less friendly gaze, little Turnas pointed to the side to prove to himself, "Nadia and Ethan have them too!"
Not far away, next to a bunch of flowers climbing a tree, little Ethan found a flower he liked and gave it to little Nadia. They both had flowers in their hair, and apart from that, there were no scattered petals.
Little Nadia swallowed the flower whole in one gulp, leaving little Ethan stunned, his mouth agape in disbelief.
Little Nadia: "Sweet."
Little Ethan looked at Little Nadia, then at the lonely flower stem in his hand, then at Little Nadia again, repeating this several times, as if he had made up his mind. He then picked a flower from the side and put it in his mouth.
"Nadia!!!" Yaroslava was stunned and stopped in her tracks, but little Tenas didn't. He rushed forward in a few strides, grabbed little Nadia's shoulders, and shook her violently: "What are you doing, sister?! Sister Nadia!! Spit it out! Why did you eat something of unknown origin?! Just because it's non-toxic doesn't mean it's safe to eat! What if it has other medicinal properties—what will I do if you die?! Sister Reina will kill me and make me pay with my life—"
The sound was almost devastating. Little Nadia was still chewing on a petal that hadn't fully entered her mouth when it was shaken and fell out. She looked completely bewildered.
Immediately afterwards, Little Turner grabbed the shoulder of Little Ethan, who was still chewing and hadn't reacted yet, and shook him violently in the same way, as if he wanted to shake their brains out: "Spit it out! Don't eat it! Don't eat random things! Spit it out!"
Little Ethan's eyes were practically spinning from being shaken so much, and Little Turner wasn't satisfied; he even tried to choke them both.
Yaroslava wanted to stop it, but this was a matter between the three of them, and it wasn't good for her to interfere. What if the flower really did have some strange medicinal properties? If two of her companions were to die, it would be truly disgusting, especially since Ethan, who was responsible for connecting everyone's original world, was among them.
Everyone can die, but Ethan's death has caused a lot of trouble for everyone, making it difficult to reconnect with their original world.
...Seriously, those two are really good at playing idiots. Are you guys kidding me? He's really trying to sound funny.
In the end, nothing could be pried out. Little Turner lay dejectedly on the ground, like a middle-aged corporate slave who had a family to support and mortgage and car loan to pay but was suddenly told that he had been laid off. He was not only dejected but also had a faint sense of death.
"You can't just eat anything, do you hear me?" Yaroslava had already joined in when she came to her senses, and was lecturing the two seemingly silly black-haired children: "Tenas is very sad. He's just worried about you because you ate the wrong things and had some bad reactions."
Two black-haired boys, who were quite adept at playing dumb, stood obediently in front of her with their heads down and didn't say a word. Little Turner was still pretending to be dead, staring blankly at the sky. The white clouds really looked like cotton candy, so soft.
The sky is so blue! It's a bit whiter in the distance, and it's a gradient sky, which is quite pleasing to the eye.
The rustling of insects, the pungent smell of earth and grass, and the faint fragrance of flowers created a comfortable atmosphere that gradually helped me relax.
The grass and leaves here are a very healthy green, unlike the polluted plants grown in the city. Here, it's like springtime, a vibrant, healthy, and healthy green, a sign of new life emerging.
Like the original state of a forest before it was ravaged by car exhaust and sewage.
"Wait, shouldn't we go and find out where we are?" Little Turner sat up abruptly from his deathbed. He looked up sharply at the three people who were still lecturing him and asked, "We can't waste any more time like this!"
He finally interrupted the educational session, and the four of them decided within a minute to go to the town they had just seen in the distance.
Going down the mountain was not difficult. Even though the vegetation was very lush, Yaroslava found that the three of them had wandered off somewhere. She called out to them and found that they were all in the same place, just hidden by the flowers and grass.
With no other option, Yaroslava had to shoulder everything alone, with little Ternas on her left, little Ethan on her right, and little Nadia perched on her shoulder, as she strode forward with her long legs, trying to carve out a path for herself.
Thanks to her efforts, she finally led the three children safely down the mountain, and the comical situation of thinking they were missing when they were actually still there never occurred again.
After gently placing the three of them on the ground, Yaroslava breathed a sigh of relief. She felt like she had been a nanny the whole time.
You'd better get back to normal as soon as possible, or do you really want to be children your whole lives? She simply can't take care of you all.
As they got closer to the town, they were surprised to find that it was not what they had imagined.
It was a city, but it was tiny compared to the city they lived in. It was as if they had stumbled into a land of little people, where everything was so small... Wait a minute, judging from this height, it should be the height of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. Have they come to some kind of land of little people?
Hmm? What's that?
They moved closer and saw a collection of stone-carved statues on the outskirts of the city. Some were very small, even smaller than a fist, while others were about the size of a football.
What is being carved?
They moved closer again and finally confirmed that they were not mistaken; the sculpture was indeed a lifelike chicken.
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Author's Note: Yaroslava: They're really good at playing dumb.
Turner: It's not an act.
I'm late. I didn't realize I'd been typing for so long; I haven't even showered yet...
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