Knocking

Returning to his room, Lin Qiye closed the door.

He didn't turn on the lights.

It was late at night. The scattered starlight outside the window fell onto the floor. In the dark room, Lin Qiye sat at his desk and slowly removed the black satin covering his eyes.

A handsome young face was reflected in the mirror on the desk.

Lin Qiye was very good-looking. If he took off the blindfold and tidied himself up a bit, combined with his inexplicably aloof and deep aura, he would definitely be a campus heartthrob.

It was a shame that he always wore the black satin over his eyes, and coupled with his disability, it completely concealed his brilliance.

In the mirror, Lin Qiye's eyes were closed.

His brows were slightly furrowed, and the eyelids covering his eyes twitched, as if he were trying hard to open them. Even his hands clenched into fists with effort.

One second, two seconds, three seconds…

His body trembled for a long time before he finally couldn't bear it. He suddenly relaxed, gasping for breath.

A few drops of sweat trickled down Lin Qiye's cheeks, and anger appeared on his face.

So close… just a little bit closer!

Why was it always just a little bit off?

When would he be able to open his eyes again and see the world for himself?

He said he could see now, but he was lying.

His eyes couldn't open at all, not even a crack.

But he wasn't lying either.

Because even with his eyes closed, he could clearly "see" everything around him.

This feeling was very strange, as if his entire body had eyes, allowing him to perceive everything from all directions without blind spots. Moreover, he could see more clearly and further than with his original eyes.

Initially, he couldn't do this. For the first five years after losing his sight, he was no different from any other blind person, only able to perceive the world through sound and his white cane.

But for some reason, starting five years ago, his eyes seemed to have undergone some changes, and he began to perceive his surroundings.

At first, it was only a few centimeters in front of him. Later, as time passed, he could "see" further and more clearly. Five years later, the range he could "see" had reached ten meters.

If a normal person could only see ten meters, then his eyes would essentially be useless. But for a young man who had lost his sight, these ten meters meant everything.

The most crucial point was that the ten meters he "saw" were ten meters that ignored obstacles.

In other words, within a ten-meter radius around Lin Qiye, he had absolute vision. To put it crudely, he could see through things, but to put it more elegantly, he could see every speck of dust floating in the air, every part inside a machine, every subtle movement a magician made under the table…

And the source of this ability seemed to be his eyes, which had been tightly shut for ten years beneath the black satin.

Despite possessing this almost supernatural power, Lin Qiye was still not satisfied. Having ten meters of absolute vision was good, but he longed to use his own eyes to see the world for himself.

This was the persistence of a young man.

Although he failed to open his eyes today, he could clearly feel…

That the moment of truly opening his eyes was not far away.

After washing up, Lin Qiye went to bed early to sleep, just like usual. His years of being blind weren't entirely a bad thing; at least he had developed a good habit of sleeping early.

But as he lay in bed, his mind subconsciously conjured that image again.

Beneath the dark cosmic sky, on the dead, silent surface of the moon, the gray-white land reflected the pale starlight. In the center of the highest and largest lunar crater, stood a figure like a sculpture.

The figure stood there quietly, as if it had existed since time immemorial. Sacred golden radiance bloomed, and its divine might was enough to make all living beings prostrate themselves.

Behind him, six impossibly large wings spread out, blocking the sunlight cast from behind, casting a massive shadow on the silver-gray land.

But what was truly imprinted in Lin Qiye's mind, what he couldn't shake off, were His eyes.

Those eyes, filled with divine might, burning like furnaces, were as dazzling as the sun up close!

He had seen those eyes, and in just an instant, his world became nothing but darkness.

Ten years ago, he spoke the truth but was diagnosed with a mental illness.

But he knew in his heart what was real and what was delusion.

Ever since he had seen the Seraphim on the moon, he knew that this world… was by no means as simple as it appeared.

Slowly, Lin Qiye drifted off to sleep.

He didn't know that the moment he entered his dreams, two rays of brilliant golden light shot out from the slits of his eyes in the dark room, flashing and disappearing in an instant.

Tap, tap, tap...

In a world of mist, Lin Qiye walked alone.

The surrounding mist churned, seemingly endless. Although he was walking in nothingness, every step Lin Qiye took made a crisp clacking sound, as if there were an invisible ground beneath his feet.

Lin Qiye looked down at his own body and sighed.

"This dream again… knocking on the door every night is tiring, you know?" Lin Qiye shook his head helplessly and took a step forward.

The next moment, the surrounding mist receded, and a modern building with a bizarre style appeared before Lin Qiye.

It was described as strange because, despite being a modern-style building, certain details were infused with a mysterious aura.

For example, the large iron gate was carved with myriad gods, the electric lights resembled burning fireballs, and the decorative tiles underfoot floated in the air...

It was as if modern architectural style had been blended with elements from ancient mythological temples, creating something neither here nor there, yet possessing an ineffable aesthetic.

Lin Qiye recognized this type of architecture, and it looked very familiar.

It was extremely similar to the Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital where he had lived for a year. The most compelling evidence was that where the words "Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital" had once been displayed at the entrance, a new line of text had appeared.

—Psychiatric Hospital of the Gods.

"A place that makes no sense," Lin Qiye shook his head and stepped forward, walking directly in front of the large iron gate.

Five years ago, not only his body but also his dreams began to change.

For five years, he had the same dream every night, and the protagonist of these dreams was this mysterious Psychiatric Hospital of the Gods.

However, the gate of this psychiatric hospital had always remained shut, impossible to open no matter what.

Lin Qiye had circled the psychiatric hospital countless times; the only entrance was the large iron gate at the front. Although the surrounding walls were not high, the most absurd thing was that every time Lin Qiye jumped, the height of the wall would also increase.

As for brute force... even if Lin Qiye's entire body were to fall apart, the large iron gate wouldn't even budge.

There seemed to be only one way to enter.

Knocking.

Lin Qiye grabbed the circular handle on the large iron gate, took a deep breath, and heavily knocked on the surface of the iron door.

Clang—!

A sound like the reverberation of an ancient bell echoed through the psychiatric hospital. The iron gate itself vibrated and swayed, but it did not open.

Clang—!

Another knock, and the iron gate still didn't open.

Lin Qiye did not seem surprised or annoyed by this, and very patiently continued to knock.

Over the past five years, he had deeply understood the rules of this dream. Apart from knocking, no other method could open the large iron gate. And in this dream, he seemed unable to do anything else besides knocking.

Fortunately, he did not get tired in the dream, otherwise his body would have long since collapsed from exhaustion.

Thus, Lin Qiye, like a diligent worker, diligently knocked on the door for another night