Unknown Intrusion

Chapter 7 A Great Dream Lasting Thousands of Years

"Later, when Qiaoqiao had her accident, was it because the other party finally couldn't hold back anymore, or was it because Mr. Cheng had his accident first?"

The mortality rate on the mystical side is quite high. Judging from the host's situation, Mr. Cheng was able to protect himself and Qiaoqiao and live peacefully for ten years. Later, he attacked himself and Qiaoqiao, so it is highly likely that Mr. Cheng is no longer alive.

My mind is trembling; this is just speculation, but it's highly likely.

The thought of Qiaoqiao dying because of him, and even Mr. Cheng possibly being implicated, filled him with intense pain.

My heart was clenching with pain, the pain was excruciating, and it felt like I could hardly breathe.

Upon arriving at the school's central courtyard, one is greeted by magnificent marble sculptures of varying sizes, all depicting notable figures from the school's history.

As they passed the sculpture, the middle-aged man, unaware of Su Yu's change in mood, waved his hand.

"Go on, focus on your class, and don't let your mind wander."

"Yes, I understand!" Su Yu replied obediently, a bright smile appearing on her profile. After the middle-aged man left, the emotions that had been surging within her receded like a tide.

This is ultimately a sentiment belonging to the indigenous people, rather than their own.

Su Yu stared at the largest of the statues for a long time.

"Saint Francis?"

As if in a trance, for a fleeting moment in the sunlight, the statue also seemed to glow with a soft white light.

Su Yu took a deep breath, turned around and went back to the classroom.

Classroom
The classroom gradually filled up with people, and some looked at him and pointed at him.

Su Yu ignored him and went straight in.

On the clean wooden desk, there was a bunch of black roses arranged in a white porcelain vase.

A beautiful girl in a white dress rested her chin on her hand, gazing at this place.

"Are you alright, Su Yu?"

When Su Yu sat down beside her, she asked softly, her eyes filled with worry.

My heart feels warm.

"It's nothing." Su Yu didn't want her to worry.

Cheng Qiaoqiao nodded slightly, changed the subject, and asked in a low voice, "By the way, there's a test for three courses tomorrow afternoon, it's very important, have you prepared?"

Very important?
Su Yu glanced around and saw that his classmates seemed a bit indifferent, not thinking that the exam was very important. But when he thought of the native's memories, his mind suddenly became focused.

"An exam? The secret (secret) exam for the mystical side... it's not tomorrow, is it?"

Su Yu tensed up, then pretended to be nonchalant and asked, "How exactly is the test conducted?"

"Mathematics, history, and safety!"

"Safety lessons are the most important!"

Su Yu looked at her hint thoughtfully. Judging from the situation, tomorrow was indeed the exam for the mystical side's specialization (secret).

This can be considered the biggest turning point in the life of an ordinary family's child, bar none, even surpassing university.

Because of past incidents involving student transfers, the transfer process is not public and is conducted covertly.

Judging from the host's experience, the process of diversion requires both a mysterious talent and knowledge.

The host's memory is already fading; is it tomorrow?
"Su Yu, I heard you were bullied? Is it true?"

At this moment, a boy sitting in the back row, who was watching the two talking, suddenly asked loudly.

As boys and girls begin to experience the first stirrings of love, Cheng Qiaoqiao, the goddess of her class, is secretly admired by almost all the boys. Seeing her close and whispering with Su Yu, they finally couldn't resist any longer.

Cheng Qiaoqiao suppressed her smile, leaving even Su Yu speechless.

The boy's name was Wen Lai. On the surface, he was Su Yu's friend, but judging from the jealousy he couldn't help but reveal in his words, you could tell that he must have secretly hated Su Yu.

"Yes, Qiaoqiao called me the head teacher. It was a beautiful girl who saved a great hero!" Su Yu said frankly.

Cheng Qiaoqiao chuckled.

“You… what kind of great hero are you…” Wen Lai’s face turned red. Young boys are all concerned about their image. He originally wanted to say something to embarrass Su Yu, but the fact that he said it only proved that Cheng Qiaoqiao and Su Yu had a close relationship. He couldn’t think of a reply for a moment.

"What happened?" another boy asked, turning around.

"It's just that something happened at home," Su Yu could only reply.

"Are you really alright?" "Yes."

"Remember to tell us if anything happens."

"Thank you."

Whispers were taking place throughout the classroom.

Ignoring all sorts of stares, Su Yu opened the book, seemingly reviewing, and naturally no one continued to ask questions.

"system!"

A golden hourglass appeared before his eyes, floating on the pages of the book. Everything seemed normal, but Su Yu could tell the difference at a glance.

At the bottom of the hourglass, there was an extra gray crystal and a tiny amount of gray sand.

Although it's very small, it's definitely an extra bit.

In the light, the complete view of the courtyard slowly appeared before his eyes.

It was an exquisite garden filled with blooming flowers.

"Courtyard permissions, level 0".

A line of bubbles slowly floated past my eyes, each containing glowing words.

The characters were elegant and simple, and were not any script he knew.

This time there was no notification sound, but Su Yu understood the meaning as if by instinct.

Level 0 marks the beginning of true privileges.

Even after decades, Su Yu might not remember exactly what the games he designed were like, but this one was definitely not one of them.

"Has the game mutated in this world as well?"

My mind sank in again, and before me was darkness, then a golden, illusory hourglass appeared.

When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer in the classroom, but in a room.

"what?"

The courtyard game had a room, though I don't remember the exact details, it was definitely not the current situation—it was similar to the bedroom I lived in when I woke up, very small, about fifteen square meters, but completely different, with lights, a bed, and a computer.

"Hmm? It seems to be from the modern era?"

Upon exiting the bedroom and taking another look, he realized it was indeed a two-bedroom, one-living room, one-bathroom, and one-kitchen home—his house before he transmigrated to this world.

Su Yu picked up a bottle of soda thoughtfully, but didn't drink it. He went to open the door, but stopped abruptly when he touched it.

Looking through the peephole, it wasn't the familiar hallway outside, but rather a corridor that extended outwards, with rooms appearing on the left and right.

At first glance, a chilly mist lingered in the corridor.

"It smells like this." Su Yu took a deep breath, paused for a moment, then turned to the window, from which he could see the courtyard.

Tiny diamonds hang in the deep black night sky.

It was a dazzling star, suspended low in mid-air.

The starlight was deep and condensed, with irregular rays of light. Its color was clear and beautiful, with a captivating dark blue inside and a white outer flame.

From this angle, it appears to be embedded in the eaves, seemingly within reach.

The courtyard is secluded and quiet, planted with low shrubs. A path paved with pebbles and white sand winds through the flower-filled garden and leads to the waist-high gate.

A low wall encloses a plot of land, forming an exquisite garden of about 500 square meters.

"what……"

"As expected, the Garden of Tales."

"It really is... the game model I designed!"

Su Yu murmured to himself, though he had expected it, he was still incredibly surprised and couldn't help but smile as he slowly recited the words.

"A grand dream spanning millennia, unaware that one is merely a guest."

A faint white light appeared, and the light curtain gradually spread outwards. As it passed the porch, two lanterns hanging on the porch suddenly burst into flame.

The warm and gentle light dispelled the chill and darkness, illuminating the courtyard.

(End of this chapter)