Lin Qiye was a bit excited today.
Tomorrow, he would finally step back onto campus and begin the life of a normal person that he had been dreaming of. He yearned for the simple life of interacting with peers his own age. The loneliness of the past few years spent in the mental asylum formed a sharp contrast with the coming light. Wrapped in anticipation, he gradually drifted into a deep sleep.
The familiar scene descended once again.
Lin Qiye stood once more before the gates of the Asylum for the Gods that had haunted him for ten whole years. However, the sight before him left him completely shocked.
The once desolate and deathly silent wasteland was now bursting with vitality. Meticulously trimmed green belts stretched along a newly paved, smooth road. Various blooming flowers dotted the roadside, emitting a faint, fresh fragrance. Several elegantly designed leisure benches were placed among the greenery. Further away, there were even several buildings with modern and exquisite architectural styles, looking entirely out of place next to the dilapidated asylum itself.
This earth-shaking transformation almost made him think he had wandered into the wrong dream.
"What's going on?" Lin Qiye murmured to himself, rubbing his eyes. "Is something going wrong with my dreams too?"
He stepped forward and touched a flower by the road. The soft texture and the slight coolness of the water droplets on his fingertips made him freeze—this felt too real, unlike a sensation felt in a dream.
What Lin Qiye found most unbelievable was a massive structure that had risen up right next to the mental asylum. Its exterior closely resembled a prison. The cold, hard metal walls shimmered with an eerie glint under the light, creating a sharp and bizarre contrast with the cozy and pleasant garden scenery around it.
'My dreams haven't changed for ten years... why is today different?' Lin Qiye bit his lower lip, his heart racing.
A breeze blew past, carrying an unfamiliar sensation that made the hair on his arms stand up. It felt as if there were some kind of existence hidden within this dreamscape that he had never encountered before.
Lin Qiye stood at a distance, staring at it all. Shock washed over him like a tide. For ten years, day after day, he had come here in his dreams trying to knock on those tightly shut doors, but he had never seen such a strange sight. This prison-like building seemed to have appeared out of thin air.
Taking a deep breath to suppress his horror, Lin Qiye tried to approach the prison-like structure. He wanted to see clearly what exactly was inside. However, with every step he took, he felt an extraordinary heaviness and difficulty.
The air seemed to have solidified into a gel, and an invisible force squeezed from all directions, preventing his advance. The ground even seemed to tremble slightly, resisting his footsteps.
"Is it rejecting me?" Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes.
He forced himself to move forward, his legs feeling as if they were filled with lead. Every inch of progress required a massive price. Sweat slid down his cheeks, soaking his collar. Just as Lin Qiye gritted his teeth, prepared to force his way through the invisible resistance at all costs, a violent bout of dizziness suddenly struck.
He felt the entire dream world shaking violently. The scenery before him began to distort, peel away, and collapse. He was forced out of the rapidly disintegrating dream.
"No!" Lin Qiye reached out in vain as if to grab something, but he could only watch helplessly as the dream fell apart.
In the final split second before his consciousness fully cleared, he caught a glimpse of the heavy prison gates. Branded upon them was a blurry but strangely meaningful pattern.
The pattern appeared to be a block!
Meanwhile, inside that massive building within Lin Qiye's spiritual world.
In the vast central space of the main structure, Ian was floating cross-legged in mid-air. His eyes were slightly closed, and a faint glow swirled around his body. Strands of strange energy, nearly imperceptible to the naked eye, were continuously surging toward him from the surrounding space, being absorbed.
This was already his third day since descending into this world.
Suddenly, Ian opened his eyes, and the corner of his mouth quirked up. He stretched, and the energy flow around him distorted and shifted with his movements, creating a marvelous play of light and shadow.
When Ian first arrived in this world, he found himself inside a mental asylum with extremely abnormal energy fluctuations. The air was thick with a dense and varied holy aura. After a brief investigation and cross-referencing information, he quickly confirmed that his "Information Seed" had successfully descended into the "God-Slaying World."
This was a special plane where gods truly existed and had intricate ties to the mortal world.
"However, most of the gods in this world seem to harbor a strange hostility toward humanity," Ian mused, rubbing his chin.
Upon his arrival, Ian sensed that this mental asylum, along with the entire surrounding area, was soaked in a special energy field. Here lay the accumulated divine power of countless ages, as well as the mortal divine domain of the one known as Michael.
These high-quality energies became his "first pot of gold." Through the analysis and conversion of the Transmutation Tablet, this divine power and divine domain energy were rapidly converted into a massive amount of EMC and a portion of interdimensional energy.
Having easily obtained his initial capital, Ian dispatched two energy clones. They dived directly into the depths of the earth toward the core to begin the task of collecting EMC, providing the main body with a steady stream of resources.
Ian's main body chose to remain within this miraculous, energy-rich mental asylum. Having nothing better to do, Ian began to remodel the desolate environment around the asylum. After a series of operations, the area that originally reeked of gloom and desolation was completely refreshed, becoming filled with peace and tranquility.
Among all the renovation projects, the most special was the massive prison Ian had built with his own hands right next to the mental asylum.
"Maybe one day I'll catch a stray minor god and put them in there for research," Ian chuckled softly, taking a sip of coffee. "After all, I am quite interested in the 'gods' of this world."
Having finished this, Ian returned to a state of calm energy absorption and waiting. He was waiting for the "plot" of this world to officially begin, waiting for those interesting "characters" to make their appearance.
On the other side, Lin Qiye sat up abruptly in bed, gasping for air in the real world. Cold sweat had already soaked through his clothes, clinging to his skin with a chill.
"That wasn't an ordinary dream." Lin Qiye clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. "Definitely not."
Lin Qiye stood up and fumbled his way to the window, pushing it open to let the cool night breeze disperse the heat from his body.
"Was that moment ten years ago really an illusion? Did I truly look into the eyes of an angel?" he whispered, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the window frame. "Why has that mental asylum in my dreams become so different? And what was that building that looked like a prison?"
However, in his heart, a small flame was lit—hope. The intense pressure in the dream did not feel like a fantasy. Everything was too real, so real that he began to suspect it might not just be a hallucination born of his imagination.
Lin Qiye turned toward his small room, closed his eyes, and outlined the space in his mind. He reached out his hand as if to grab something.
Perhaps this time, he truly had a chance to find the answer that had haunted him for ten years and completely changed his fate. He would find out exactly what secret was hidden in that moment he gazed into the eyes of the Seraph.
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