All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

Chapter 107 Another Self! Earth?

The footsteps grew closer, and the dense darkness almost completely swallowed up the light.

He felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and his mind was becoming increasingly blurred, as if he were soaking in thick mud.

The raging anger within him had now subsided, no longer struggling, but instead pushing him step by step into the boundless darkness.

In the last moment before her consciousness faded, Yao Guang slowly loosened her grip on the pulse gun.

In the end, he couldn't hold on.

(The space of consciousness after falling into a coma)

A state of complete chaos, devoid of light, sound, up, down, left, or right, as if one were in nothingness.

Yao Guang's consciousness was like a fallen leaf floating on the water, sometimes bright and sometimes dim. In the dim light, he heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice.

"You're really strong; you've managed to hold on for so long in this kind of environment."

His voice was gentle, yet carried an indescribable eeriness, as if it came from his own throat, or as if it came from the distant sky.

Yao Guang suddenly focused his mind, and a figure gradually emerged from the chaos.

That was someone who looked exactly like him!

The same face, the same figure, the same clothes, even the wariness in his eyes was exactly the same as his.

It was like looking in a mirror, but the person in that "mirror" had their own consciousness and was looking at him with a half-smile.

Yao Guang's heart clenched, and all the nerves in his body tensed instantly. He instinctively reached for the pulse gun at his waist, only to find that his body was completely unable to move in this space of consciousness.

"Who are you?"

He suppressed the shock and unease in his heart, his voice low and wary, staring intently at the "himself" in front of him, his eyes full of vigilance.

He had been fighting in the starry sea for many years and had seen countless strange things, but he had never seen such a strange scene before—encountering another "self".

Upon hearing his words, Yao Guang, who was standing before him, suddenly laughed.

His smile was gentle, yet it carried an indescribable eeriness and mockery, as if he were laughing at his foolishness, or perhaps pitying his helplessness.

"who I am?"

He repeated Yao Guang's words, his tone flippant yet carrying an undeniable certainty: "I am you, and you are me."

Yao Guang's pupils contracted sharply, his face filled with disbelief: "Impossible! I am who I am, how could there be another me?"

"Nothing is impossible."

The "Yaoguang" in front of him waved his hand, his smile gradually faded, and a complex emotion appeared in his eyes, so fast that it was hard to grasp.

"I hope you can survive."

Leaving only this sentence behind, the "Yaoguang" before them suddenly let out a sharp and eerie laugh.

The laughter grew louder and louder, becoming increasingly shrill, echoing in this chaotic space of consciousness, causing Yao Guang's mind to ache.

Then, the figure, like smoke blown away by the wind, gradually became transparent, and finally disappeared completely into the chaos, along with the eerie laughter, vanishing without a trace.

The surroundings returned to their original chaos and deathly silence.

Yao Guang's consciousness began to blur again. This time, it was not falling into darkness, but rather as if being drawn by a gentle force, step by step moving closer to the light.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally slowly opened his eyes.

A blinding white light instantly flooded his vision, causing him to squint instinctively and rub his throbbing temples.

A faint scent, a mixture of earth and candle wax, lingered around my nose, no longer the rotten, fishy smell of the dead forest.

He slowly turned his eyes, looking around.

He found himself lying in a simple mud house.

The walls of the earthen house were yellowish-brown and covered with dense cracks. The roof was made of dead wood and straw, and looked dilapidated, as if a gust of wind could blow it down.

The doors and windows in the room were all tightly shut, without a single gap, as if deliberately isolating everything outside, or as if deliberately imprisoning something.

The only light source was a candle lit on the table.

The candle flame was small, flickering with a faint white light. Although the light was soft, it was inexplicably dazzling, casting an eerie glow over the entire earthen house.

Yao Guang slowly sat up, her head still a little dizzy, and her whole body felt sore and weak, as if all her strength had been drained away.

Just then, he suddenly remembered something, and his expression changed instantly.

His gun!

His pulse gun!

He subconsciously reached out and touched his waist—there was nothing there, no cold metallic touch at all.

He hurriedly touched his whole body again, but still couldn't find anything.

The gun is gone!

A strong sense of unease instantly welled up in Yao Guang's heart.

That pulse gun was his only weapon and his only reliance in this bizarre world. Without the gun, he was like a wild beast that had lost its claws, becoming incredibly vulnerable.

He frowned, about to struggle out of bed to find his gun, when the door creaked open.

A chilling aura instantly seeped into the earthen house through the crack in the door, mingling with the faint candlelight inside, causing Yao Guang to shiver involuntarily.

He suddenly looked up and stared toward the door.

The sky outside was still that oppressive gray, devoid of any light or life, almost exactly as it had appeared before he lost consciousness.

The only difference was that the eerie sun in the sky no longer emitted a dark red halo, but instead became gray and dull, as if it were covered by a thick layer of dust. It had no temperature or light, and simply hung in the sky, appearing particularly eerie and oppressive.

A girl was standing in the doorway.

The girl looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old. She was wearing a faded, stained coarse cloth dress (which was supposedly both clean and dirty). Her hair was casually tied back, revealing a smooth forehead and a delicate yet somewhat weathered face.

Her eyes lacked the liveliness and clarity a young girl should have; instead, they carried a hint of numbness and weariness, as if she had been struggling to live in this strange world for a very, very long time.

In the girl's hands, she held a worn wooden tray with a bowl of steaming noodles on it. The noodles were thick and had no side dishes, only a few drops of oil, emitting a faint aroma.

The girl walked into the earthen house, her gaze falling on Yaoguang. Her tone was calm, without the slightest surprise, as if she had known all along that he would wake up.

"You're awake?"

As she spoke, she walked to the table, placed the tray on it, and gently pushed it in front of Yao Guang.

"You're really bold. You dare to wander around outside when the evil god is watching."

The girl's tone carried a subtle hint of sarcasm, mixed with a touch of pity: "You're not new to this world, are you?"

Yao Guang stared intently at the girl, his eyes filled with doubt and wariness.

Evil god?

This girl actually knows about evil gods?

Moreover, her tone suggested she was very familiar with this strange world.

"Who are you?"

Yao Guang's voice was still slightly hoarse, and her tone was wary: "Did you see what I was holding in my hand before I fainted?"

Instead of answering the girl's question, he pressed her for details about his gun and the girl's identity.

In this eerie world, no one can be trusted easily, especially a girl who suddenly appears and knows everything about this place.

Hearing his words, the girl looked up at him, a faint smile playing on her lips, and asked casually, "You mean that gun?"

Yao Guang's eyes lit up instantly, and he hurriedly asked, "Yes! It's that gun! Where is it?"

"Don't rush."

The girl waved her hand and pointed to the wooden bed where he was lying: "I put it in the bedside table where you were lying just now, so I'm temporarily hiding it in case it gets discovered by anything outside."

Hearing this, Yao Guang felt a little relieved.

As long as the gun is still there, that's good.

But before he could fully relax, the girl's next sentence completely stunned him.

"It seems you're not from Earth?"

The girl's gaze swept over him, a mixture of curiosity and indifference in her eyes: "You're not an alien, are you?"

Earth?

alien?

Yao Guang was as if struck by lightning, frozen in place, his face filled with disbelief and his eyes filled with shock.

He never expected to hear the word "Earth" in this bizarre world!

He is a time traveler who traveled from Earth to the Star Sea, and from the Star Sea, he unexpectedly arrived in this strange world.

But this girl casually uttered the word "Earth"!

Could it be... that this girl is also a time traveler?

Is she also from Earth?

A strong sense of doubt and anticipation welled up in Yao Guang's heart. He opened his mouth, wanting to ask more questions, but found that his throat was blocked by something, and he couldn't say a word.

The girl looked at his shocked and dumbfounded expression, as if she had expected it all along, and showed no surprise at all.

She sighed softly, a self-deprecating smile playing on her lips. Her voice became low and hoarse, carrying an indescribable sense of vicissitude and helplessness.

"Never mind, there are all kinds of people in this world, from all over the world."

As she spoke, she turned around and walked towards the door, her back view appearing particularly lonely and forlorn.

"But how many of them survived?"

Hanging in the sky, devoid of any warmth, it was as if this world had never known hope.