Mystery: The All-Seeing Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 7 This is the first second of eternity

"I see!" Aiwen smiled maniacally, strands of pure white feathers slowly fell off his body, turned gray in the light like a flame, and turned into ashes after rinsing.

"I know that you want to steal the history that exists in memory and make yourself alive, and the longer the target lives, the stronger you will be."

In the uncontrollable frenzy, he saw himself wearing silver power armor, sitting on the golden throne, enduring eternal pain.

He saw that broken but stalwart figure, slowly standing up from the throne, unable to restrain the terrifying energy, he lifted his body and soared upwards, tearing a huge, soul-stirring fissure.

In order for the rift not to expand and the disasters from the subspace to befall Terra, He turned himself into a dark golden blazing sun exuding infinite power, embedded in the rift, and the second Eye of Terror .

But the astronomical torch that has stood for more than 1 years has become weaker and weaker...

The icy and ruthless scorching sun is still burning. Under the impact of the dark golden light, the phantoms from the past dissipate completely before even whining, causing the false school auditorium to sometimes distort into rotten walls, and the cramped but boundless Chamber of Secrets.

Aiwen rushed into the auditorium with more than a dozen statues of angels standing here and there like a frenzy, and picked up a completely shattered head of the statue, holding it in front of his eyes and looking even crazier.

"Don't you want power?"

"Then look at him quickly, he has lived too long...hahaha!"

With the passage of time, the light of the dark gold disappeared completely, and Aiwen fell to his knees powerlessly, with tears streaming down his cheeks that were both happy and sad, and murmured words of unknown meaning:
"Why did the situation get worse after I sat on the Golden Throne? He clearly said that after repairing the webway, I would be freed from the Golden Throne."

"But the astronomical torch that has been standing for more than 1 years will eventually go out, and everyone will die...including you and me!"

"Everything counts!" With some sighs, a hoarse voice that seemed to be praying or proclaiming suddenly came from behind.

Ai Wen, who still had two tear stains on his face, turned around slowly, and saw a thin middle-aged teacher with high cheekbones on both sides of his cheeks, standing at the door of the open auditorium.

The original neat gray robe had turned into strips of cloth, the round felt hat on top of his head had long since disappeared, and his brow, like a marinated egg, had darkened darkly, as if it had been scorched by flames.

"Mister Mister Pichai?" Ivan wiped the tears on his cheeks, as if wondering why the other party was here.

But Mist stretched out his hand towards him, and said softly: "Ivan, give it to me, I'll handle it!"

"But, teacher..."

Glancing at the statue that had turned into yellow sand on the ground, Aiwen opened his mouth hesitantly, and suddenly turned his head and ran towards the utility room deep in the auditorium. Get up again, continue to get up and run.

Seeing this, Mister limped and followed until he reached the door of the utility room, and found Ivan walking out holding a palm-sized copper box.

"Everything counts..." Mist let out a long sigh of relief.

But when he saw a thumb-wide gap in the center of the pitted and corroded box, he hurriedly took out a brand new copper knife from his pocket.

Then he eagerly reached out his hand to Ivan, his breathing became heavy: "Give me the thing in your hand, believe me, it is very dangerous!"

But what he didn't expect was that Aiwen hesitated again, lowered his head and hugged the box tightly with both hands, his shoulders twitched slightly, like a child who was at a loss.

Just when Mister, whose patience was exhausted, didn't care about snatching the unsealed box, unknown risks might occur, and when he stepped forward quickly, Aiwen's body seemed to have been hit by a huge impact, and he also slammed towards him. rushed over.

Almost at the same time, the sundries in the auditorium, together with himself, seemed to have lost gravity and soared from the ground, crashing towards the roof uncontrollably, as if under the control of infinite power in an instant, the world turned upside down.

The unknown sudden situation made Mister's heart tense, but what made him feel a little relieved in the panic.

He grabbed the box he was thinking of from the hand of Alvin Stimson, who was also falling towards the roof.

"It's time... Mr. Mister!"

Ivan, who had been lowering his head all the time, suddenly took a deep breath and raised his head, letting go of his hands holding the box tightly.

Then he curled up his fingers, and flicked out his middle finger under Mister's puzzled gaze.

The yellow sand-like powder floated out from the cracks in the flip of the box. Aiwen twitched his shoulders, and the suppressed and distorted smile on his cheeks began to bloom unscrupulously.

"Everything is like a dream bubble..."

The frantic laughter suddenly became stagnant in the next moment, and the floating sundries, shattered statues, colorful windows, and even Mist's frightened expression shattered like a cracked mirror.

Almost at the same time, the dilapidated wooden door of the bathroom was completely shattered, and Ivan, who was hit by the impact, closed his eyes tightly and fell head-on from the pile of debris.

Just when the bridge of his nose was in close contact with the rancid ground, he opened his eyes suddenly, ignoring the blood flowing freely from his mouth and nose, and directly supported his body with his hands.

"This is the first layer of dreams!"

The evil thoughts that were completely insane behind him tore at his shoulders, and the various incongruities in the deep dream began to magnify infinitely in his mind instantly.

For example, he was inexplicably blindfolded because he didn't know the Tingen City Police Department, where the Fifth Special Operations Team was located.

For example, a strange classroom suddenly appeared because of Melissa's murmurs as if in a dream.

For example, Barr, who was affected by the dream, suddenly reminded them of the purpose of coming here through subconscious struggle.

For example, when getting off the carriage, when entering the auditorium, when going to the utility room, you lose your balance due to the impact in the first layer of dreams.

It was because in the first layer of dreams, the preset falling mechanism was repeatedly warning.

And with the continuous awakening of self-awareness, those dream settings full of loopholes eventually become absurd and unsightly.

"It seems that the initial attempt to enter the deep dream has succeeded without knowing it..."

Smiling and shaking it, it seemed that he was still immersed in the lingering rhyme of a deep dream, his head refused to wake up, Aiwen struggled to straighten his body, broke free from the shackles of the residual evil thoughts behind him, and rushed to the window forcibly.

Amidst the unbearable roars and roars, he jumped down with a confident smile.

Fragmented images of the past and the future roiled endlessly in his mind, yet layers upon layers of misty calls came from his ears.

I don't know how long it took, consciousness began to slowly rise from the ocean of intertwined noises, and the originally ethereal call gradually became clear from far to near.

"Alvin Stimson!"

"Alvin Stimson, can you hear me?"

In the chaotic consciousness, Aiwen gradually found himself, but he felt the powerlessness and pain brought by the golden throne in his body.

He slowly opened his eyes. The chandelier above his head, which had already been extinguished, was emitting bright light, gradually dispelling the haze that filled his sight, and the burnt-smelling machine behind him gradually stopped working.

Under the chandelier, opposite the rusty and mottled iron long table, a lady wearing a classic black veiled dress, her face hidden behind the light of the chandelier, raised her hand on the edge of the long table, knocked on the slender silver pipe, and emitted a familiar sound. The deliberately suppressed deep voice:

"Alvin Stimson, answer my question now!"

"In the auditorium, what happened?"

"No, it's impossible!"

Facing the questioning, Ai Wen subconsciously struggled with his limbs, but found that he was still bound to the iron seat and could not move at all.

At the same time, as the pain gradually faded, intermittent chuckles or depressing whispers came from the shadows that the chandelier could not illuminate.

Reality and illusion began to attack the line of defense called reason, and he thought he had planned a strategy to control the huge gap in the context of the "story", which made him vent for a long time.

Suddenly, Ai Wen, who lowered his head, showed a long-lost smile.

Slowly raised his head, facing the lady whose face was hidden in the shadows on the opposite side of the rusty long table, and whispered to the bystanders in the darkness with absent-minded eyes:

"Legend... There used to be a diamond mountain. It took 100 years to climb up and 100 years to go around. Every 100 years, a little bird came to the mountain to sharpen its beak until the diamond mountain was completely smoothed. ..."

"Now, the little bird has finally spread its wings towards Diamond Mountain... This is the first second of eternity!"

"God Emperor, what kind of torture is this? He actually sat on the eternal golden throne for 1 years... Hahaha!" Ai Wen slowly smiled with tears in the corner of his eyes.

(End of this chapter)