From the end of the world

Chapter 173 Tailoring the Reality Magic Realm 1
It was indeed completely different from the operating room scene I had just visualised.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in that torture chamber-like room.

His body shrank back to the size of a twelve-year-old, and his wrists were shackled tightly with wooden shackles. He had no shoes on and could only stand on the slightly hot wire mesh floor. The air was filled with heat and the stench of blood and decay. Occasionally, sounds that sounded like human screams could be heard in the distance.

It's really not a flattering scene, but it was this dangerous and terrifying atmosphere that captured my heart and made me feel that this is the place I should explore.

The thought that this place might be a "space that does not belong to reality" like the basement on the 15th floor made me even more eager to try it.

I turned my head and looked at the next room on the right. My perception went through the wall. There was the demon hunter I had freed, but now, the demon hunter was gone. The remains of the researcher I had burned to death were also gone. I wondered if they were taken away by our own people.

Let’s try out our super powers first.

Last time, I was forced to log out of this place when I activated my superpowers. Perhaps there is some causal relationship between "activating superpowers" and "being forced to log out".

I raised my handcuffed hands and held up my right index finger. A small flame appeared above my fingertip like a lighter.

Immediately, a shaky feeling came over me. Even though the wire mesh floor I was standing on was normal, I felt like the ground I was standing on was about to collapse.

Just this one attempt, combined with my previous experience, I immediately understood the truth.

——This space cannot withstand my power!
Now I am like a guest entering a paper house. If I just exist here and do nothing, the ground of this house can barely bear my weight; once I want to do some strenuous exercise here, the ground will immediately break and collapse, and I will fall into the void, or to some unknown place.

In fact, this space couldn’t even support my “weight”.

The evidence is my current body... I was confused before, but it turns out that the reason why my body shrunk is because I instinctively adjusted my "existence scale" in order to live here. My body is a collection of flames. When I was 19 years old, I would burn through the space just by standing here. When I was 12 years old, I was still within the allowable range of the space.

It seems that Ma Zao’s speculation is probably correct, and this place is really a "different space".

This situation would not happen to me in the real world, so I can abandon the assumption that "this is two years ago". Even if it is a different time, it is the same space, and the space strength two years ago should not be so many times weaker than it is now.

And since this is "now" and Chen Long is here, it means that Chang'an is likely to have been captured here as well.

In my current state where I can't use my strength, it's not a good idea to explore this dangerous place. But from another perspective, this is exactly what I want. Although the retreat route has not been cut off, it has at least increased the challenge. I have to think about other means of fighting, and at the same time I am happy about this situation of "having to think".

At this moment, the iron door was opened from the outside, and a familiar figure sneaked into the cell.

It was the senior researcher who had spoken to me before.

He closed the iron door casually, then saw me, slightly startled, and asked, "How did you get off the restraints?"

"It was Doctor Silver Mask who put me down," I replied.

"He actually... is he planning to let you go later? That hypocritical guy..."

The senior researcher said this with disdain, and looked at me with a lack of sense of crisis.

I couldn't catch the unique aura of a fighter from him, but he didn't show any fear or nervousness in front of me. The experimental subject had already been freed from the restraints, but he was still so relaxed, probably because in his eyes I was just a twelve-year-old child with his hands tied.

Even though he has no combat training, with the wrist strength and weight of an adult, it would be easy for him to overwhelm me at this moment.

He said in an imperative tone, "Get back to the restraints."

"Are you planning to conduct human experiments on me?" I asked while thinking about my hand. "Dr. Silver Mask has forbidden you to do so. It would be hard to explain if you go against his will like this, right?"

"He can just find a few excuses afterwards. Would he punish me just for a kid like you who has no background?" He sneered, "Stop asking so many questions. You're just an experimental subject. Why do you have so many questions? Let the guards come and help hold you down before removing your vocal cords. Anyway, the next experiment doesn't require you to make any sound."

As he spoke, he took out something that looked like a car key from his arms, which seemed to be a prop for summoning the guards.

At this time, I also made my own counterattack.

How should I attack when it is inconvenient to use my superpowers? Normally, I should use my fists and feet directly, but I have another hand, that is the "Outer Path Impermanence Sword". As soon as I thought about it, the Outer Path Impermanence Sword was summoned. I barely grasped the hilt with my handcuffed right hand and injected my own magic power into it.

My flame teleportation can carry things outside my body. Last time, I left my original body at the Humanitarian Department office, so I didn't bring many things with me; this time, I took into account the inconvenience of using superpowers, so I intentionally brought some props. Although the Outer Path Impermanence Sword is usually hidden by my side, it can also be directly decomposed and reassembled through flame teleportation. I have confirmed this long ago.

In an instant, it was as if the density of my own flames had increased, and I clearly felt that my physical fitness had been comprehensively improved.

During this process, I did not fall outside this space. Perhaps it was because the Outer Dao Impermanence Sword was an external object, and the pressure it exerted on this space was calculated separately from my own.

However, although I had expected this result, I still didn't understand it. Even if this method failed, it was acceptable to me, because in the end, it was my own mana that drove the Outer Path Impermanence Sword, and the strengthening effect was also applied to myself, so it was completely reasonable to calculate it as "the pressure I exerted on the space increased".

With doubts in my mind, I had already come to the front of the senior researcher and quickly swung my sword diagonally. There was no sword technique in it, and the posture was not decent, just a flash of speed. The sword flashed past, and blood exploded. The severed hand and the summoning prop fell to the ground at the same time.

The senior researcher took two steps back and sat down on the ground with his back against the iron door. He looked at his broken wrist, which was bleeding, and finally opened his mouth after three or four seconds. I wondered if I should cut off his vocal cords as he wanted to do to me, but I still had many questions to ask him, such as the matter of the "girl Lu Chan". After a pause, he let out a cruel howl.

Would his screams call the "jailer" - or the guard? However, in a place like this, screams are the most common thing. Even if the guards heard it, they would probably think it was the sound made by the experimental subject.

Ignoring his howls, I went forward and cut off the tendons and muscles of his hands and feet, then searched all over his body and found an iron key.

The shape of the key looked similar to the keyhole on the yoke, so I tried to use it to open my own yoke, and it worked. The yoke broke into two pieces and fell off my wrists.

It's not impossible to cut the wooden yoke with the Outer Path Impermanence Sword, but the Silver Mask Doctor said that this thing will sound an alarm if it is hit hard. Although I'm curious about how a thing like a wooden yoke can sound an alarm, it's better to keep a low profile now.

"You, you actually..." The senior researcher looked at my action in shock, "You actually used the door card to unlock the mana lock? How is it possible? That is not a prop for this purpose at all...ah..."

The uncontrollable pain in his limbs drowned out his subsequent words.

Door card... This iron key doesn't look like a "card" at all. Is it true that what other people see is different from what I see?
I became even more interested.

I first hid the Outer Path Impermanence Sword, then took out the Black Rope Lock Heart Ring and put it on my left hand. Then I squatted in front of the senior researcher and grabbed his chest.

The left hand, which turned into a phantom, went straight into the chest and grabbed the beating heart.

"Ugh—" He suddenly became unable to move.

Now he can only answer my questions and cannot remain silent.

I'm actually a little curious about what it feels like to be forced to tell the truth. Although you can force the target to tell the truth by grabbing their heart, grabbing your own heart is useless. At most, you will feel that your heart has been touched. The effect of the ring does not seem to be activated on the ring user himself.

"Where exactly is this place?" I asked.

He stared at me in horror, as if he wanted to ask me other questions, but he was forced to answer under the power of the ring: "This is... the Humanitarian Department, our base."

"That's not what I'm asking." I thought for a moment and said, "What year and month is it now?"

"Twenty-three, October," he replied.

The same time as in the real world is "now".

"But I saw the attitude of those demon hunters before, they acted like it was two years ago, what's going on?" I asked.

"Because... this is the kind of space here, and it has been circulating ever since its formation..." He seemed to not know how to answer me from any angle for a moment.

"To put it simply, what exactly is this space?" I asked.

He paused, then said, "This is a reality outside of reality cut by the Silver Mask."

(End of this chapter)