The Door Locked Shut

[Jewelry/Materials: Hallucination Orb]

[A special gem formed from the condensation of Hallucination Dream. The power of the world is transformed and retained within the gem, shimmering with the light of a world's past; it can also be used as a material to craft other items.]

[Mythic gem, its value is immeasurable!]

"Are we really just an illusion? Are you truly our creator? What did we do wrong to disappoint you? Why have you abandoned us!"

"We'll never know the answer."

"Although you have abandoned us, we will not leave you. We hope to stay with you until the very end. This is our treasure, our knowledge, our memories... our world, everything you have given us."

"I hope this gift will be helpful to you."

"Did you like our gift? Was what we made meaningful?"

"If you like it, even just once in a while, please remember us."

"..."

Linsey felt a heavy weight on her hands.

At this moment, Fimbul had already left.

He still needed to direct the theater preparations, leaving only the curious Yao Xing to accompany Linsey and Wala Wala.

"Yao Xing, do you know where this gem came from?"

Yao Xing naturally shook his head:

"Have no idea."

"Only a handful of people are qualified to enter the theater's treasure trove; I'm still far from qualified."

At this point, Yao Xing was naturally curious. "Linsey, are you not satisfied with it?"

"..."

"Satisfied, I should say more satisfied than I ever imagined."

Linsey glanced at the synthesis formula.

[1 Hallucination Orb + 1 Four Elemental Runes + 1 Source Material Furnace + 1 Life Core = Small World]

[1 Hallucination Orb + 1 Rainbow Radiance Sword = Rainbow Light Hallucination Dream Blade]

[1 Hallucination Orb + 1 Sinner's Staff + Inquisitor's Staff = Adjudication Staff]

The crafting recipes for [Hallucination Orb] are increasingly outrageous.

It's clearly not something we can make right now.

However, it was precisely because of the special nature of the [Hallucination Orb] that Linsey asked curiously, "In the City of a Thousand Sails, can the world created by artists also be destroyed?"

Wala Wala explained to Linsey:

"Although it's less, of course it will happen."

"The depletion of resources or the outbreak of civil war could lead to such consequences."

Wala Wala subtly sensed the gem's unusual nature. "What, Linsey?"

"Is this gem related to the destruction of the Hallucination Dream?"

Linsey nodded:

"That's right."

Yao Xing chimed in, "After all, it's that person's order, Mr. Fimbul will definitely take it seriously."

"That person...?" Linsey raised an eyebrow. He immediately realized that the "that person" Yao Xing was referring to was Fenna.

People couldn't remember her name, so the actors used it as a nickname.

However, this title gave Linsey an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if everyone was making some strange joke about the Land of Light.

Linsey suppressed a laugh, "Speaking of that lord..."

Click—

At that moment, the door to the lounge was opened.

A young male actor peeked in, his gaze sweeping over the three of them.

He glanced at Linsey with envy, then looked at Yao Xing with admiration and asked, "Yao Xing, do you have time?"

"We need to rehearse a few more times. You're going to participate in the parade tomorrow, right?"

"Ah," Yao Xing's expression turned serious, "I have to go to rehearsal now."

"Linsey, Wala Wala, Mr. Fimbul has instructed that you may move around freely in the theater."

"I'll take my leave now!"

Yao Xing left in a hurry.

Wala Wala then twisted her body and sat down next to Linsey:

"Linsey, what happened to that old woman?"

Linsey replied seriously, "There are many things she said that are ambiguous, and we need to figure them out."

Wala Wala sensed Linsey's seriousness and this time didn't show any jealousy:

"Then we Actors Guild to find her later."

"But Linsey, people like this are rare to meet, so you should be prepared to be turned away."

Linsey is perfectly fine with it:

"I understand."

Wala Wala got up from the chair:

"Linsey, should we go back?"

Linsey shook her head. "No, let's not leave yet."

Wala Wala asked in confusion, "Are you still going to stay at the theater?"

Linsey nodded and said, "The actors... that person suggested that we stay at the theater during the Art Festival. I think it's necessary to take this reminder seriously, given that we are Eighth Stage awakened being."

"..."

Wala Wala curled the corners of her mouth.

Although she didn't like Fenna, it was indeed more appropriate to accept this suggestion.

And that's how things unfolded today.

She and Linsey would be treated warmly by Fimbul at the theater, and theoretically there would be no trouble.

After a moment's thought, Wala Wala got up and led the way. "Come on, Linsey, I'll take you somewhere!"

Linsey naturally followed.

Wala Wala had lived and worked at the Fimbul Theater for several years and was even more familiar with its layout than most of the younger actors.

She led Linsey through the theater, embarking on the familiar journey home.

Linsey then casually asked, "Wala Wala, is your fear of swimming also due to your background?"

"Isn't it a bit ridiculous?" Wala Wala turned her head and gave an embarrassed smile. "My parents are a painting, so I am too..."

Linsey interrupted Wala Wala: "I think we can pause swimming practice."

"At times like this, you should first find a way to overcome the psychological barrier before thinking about further studies."

Wala Wala sensed Linsey's concern and naturally nodded in agreement.

A few minutes later, the two arrived at the theater's basement level and stood in front of a long-forgotten oak door.

On the engraving board next to the door, a string of gentle and elegant characters remains.

—— [Selina]

Linsey asked:

"Is this your old room?"

Wala Wala nodded slightly:

"Mr. Fimbul said he would reserve this room for me."

The room is protected by the Source Material Skill.

Wala Wala a key, a simple twist of the doorknob, and the door, untouched for years, sensed the owner's return and unlocked automatically.

Linsey went inside.

This place serves as both a haven for actors to rest and a stage for preparation.

A translucent moonstone was embedded in the ceiling of the room, casting a soft blue light that filled the room and illuminated the spacious dressing table on the left.

Directly opposite the dressing table is an exquisitely designed clothes rack.

The room was filled with all sorts of costumes, each carrying a different character and story, as if a gentle touch could awaken the sleeping soul within.

And at the edge of the view, deep inside the room.

The velvet bed that Wala Wala used to rest on lies quietly here, with various scripts and manuscripts scattered on it from years ago.

Click—

Linsey stared at the room in front of him. But behind him, Wala Wala closed and locked the door.

The girl's eyes were brimming with desire, her face still showing a hint of youthful innocence.

"Linsey, I have decided to stop performing on stage."

But tonight, I want to sing for you here...