New Gods of North America.

Chapter 434 Pure White
"Boom" sound.

There was lightning flashing across the sky and heavy rain pouring down outside the window.

McCann Reeve looked at his surroundings and found himself in a "dream" again.

From his perspective, this is a luxurious mansion, big enough for hundreds of people to play hide and seek inside.

The prototype of the mansion is the "home" he once lived in.
But he also knew that there was more imagination here.

Many "characters" once lived here, and they had various names, such as "Washington", "New York", "Georgia", "Kansas" and so on.

The most eye-catching one is, of course, another "McKenn Reeve".
Like a coward, I need to be surrounded and taken care of by others all day long.

Mackenzie Reeve does not have his own "name" here, because he has never appeared in front of other people. He feels that he is "me" in this world and does not need other characters to share his "weight".
It was a pity that he could only exist here like a ghost, watching new characters appear one after another, and then all of them regarded that coward as the master of this place.

"Washington" looks like an elegant politician in the newspaper, "New York" is a young businessman who made his fortune with wisdom in the illustrated magazine, "Georgia" looks like a selfish and vicious sister who is at least willing to speak up for herself occasionally, and "Kans" is like the wild but cool bounty hunter in the story...

But none of them could really help "McKen Reeve" after his father's death.
My mother always had the ability to change the subject promptly and ignore the issue, while my stepfather always seemed to pull out his belt after the servants were sent away, close the door, and move closer to "Macon Reeve."

Before my stepfather died, it seemed like every day was like this in my memory.

So "McKenzie Reeve" always hoped that his home would become bigger and bigger, so that "McKenzie Reeve" could find a safe place to hide and would not be discovered by his stepfather.

He seemed to be nailed in the shadows and could only watch the plot of "being found" happen again and again.

He was angry.

But I can only watch.

Although Reverend Pycelle in the academy church seemed friendly, he was actually the first to sense the other party's malicious intentions.
Only a fool like "Macon Reeve" would drink those disgusting potions again and again.

But those medicines really seem to be able to save lives.
He slowly discovered that he began to have a "substance" here, from a "shadow" that could penetrate the internal walls and ceiling, to being able to pick up a dagger and an axe.

Then he started cleaning up the useless waste.

After he cleaned up the mansion and became "himself" again, the next step would have been to return to that so-called "home" during the holidays and clean up more troubles.

He had practiced here many times, and that kind of thing was actually not difficult.

Enjoying the quietness in the mansion, Macken Reeve walked briskly towards the cellar.

That was his secret space, and no one else here knew about its existence.

what,
To be precise, they all knew it in the end.

He had kindly dragged them all to the slaughterhouse where "Macon Reeve" had been tied.
Anyway, as soon as they wake up, their broken limbs and splattered blood will disappear, as if they had never appeared in the dream.

Mackenree walked down the stairs, pushed open the cellar door, and his pupils suddenly dilated.
I don't know when this place completely changed, it's so empty that it seems like another world.

This world is almost completely bright and pure white, with no end in sight.
There was only a distorted human figure floating in the air, so dark that one could only see the outline but it was difficult to identify the shape carefully.

Walking a little further in, you can see sticky black liquid constantly leaking and dripping from the twisted human figure.
Tick, tick, tick. Like a burning candle, the wax slowly drips off.

Macon Reeve couldn't stand his own space being invaded by foreign objects, so he turned around and wanted to leave and go to the mansion to find a suitable weapon.

"Why are you here?"

The distorted human figure began to tremble, and the old voice buzzed like a bee, echoing in this world and turning into words that people could understand.

McCann Reeve took two steps back reflexively, only to find that the pure white floor looked like it had just been painted, sticky and fading.
On the bright pure white surface, I left dark footprints, and finally my feet were completely stuck to the ground and I could no longer take a step.

Macken Reeve listened to the voice that he had only become familiar with in recent days, "Teacher, is that you?"

The dark, twisted figure was silent for a moment, then slowly "opened up" and turned into a twisted shape that Macon Reeve could not describe.

The buzzing voice hummed again, "You came at the right time, otherwise I wouldn't know how to find you."

Many twisted "vines" slowly emerged and stretched towards Mackenzie Reeve, who was frantically exerting force with his feet. The space passed by those "vines" began to gradually become "dark".
It's like a noose that's gradually being tightened, or like a pistol hammer that keeps "leaning back" little by little as the trigger is slowly pressed.

It seemed as if his life would be taken away at any time.

Do not--

Macken Reeve tried to dodge in fear, but then he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

The palms that were subconsciously pushed toward the ground were also firmly stuck, and the hips were also unable to move any further. Only the right hand was still swinging in the air.

He wanted to drive away those "vines", but at the same time he couldn't help but assume a "blocking" defensive posture.

Just at this time,
As if with a "click" sound,
This pure white world was like a piece of white chocolate that was broken. Suddenly, a huge crack appeared on it, and then it was quickly split into two.

Mackenzie Reeve suddenly sat up, like a drowning man returning to the surface of the water.

He held his breath and looked around. This was an unfamiliar room, and one of his hands was chained to the bed frame.

A blonde beauty who seemed to have appeared in the academy spread her hands and explained to another silver-haired beauty next to her: "It was fine when I saw it just now. It broke after it came into Wayne's hands."

Following the silver-haired beauty's gaze,
Wayne, who once lived in the same dormitory with "Macken Reeve", was holding a chain in one hand, with the pendant that had returned to him somehow underneath it, and holding it with his other hand.

The originally smooth round beeswax pendant had completely cracked, revealing the mysterious symbols inside, which were made of an inverted triangle, a cross, and a sheep's head V-shaped totem. Macon Reeve recalled the theology courses he had taken and found that it seemed to be a forbidden symbol representing a heretical evil god.

Noticing what happened on Mackenree's side, the embarrassment on Wayne's face quickly faded.

He honestly put the pendant back to its original place and tried to keep a straight face. "Are you awake? Tell me why you secretly met with the murderer last night."

The silver-haired beauty next to her silently picked up the pendant chain again and looked at it carefully from a distance.

(End of this chapter)