Paper Airplanes and the Sea Breeze

Time flies when you're in the instance.

Perhaps there was something fishy about the flow of time, or perhaps unimportant time had already been stolen; in any case, Yu Xing stayed in the room for a while, and then it gradually got dark.

He didn't do nothing; after wrapping the strange chunk of meat in waste paper and throwing it into the trash can next to his desk, he sat on the somewhat hard wooden bed and pondered for a long time.

After absorbing the curse of the underground Ghost Tree, he went to the Underground City without stopping, then came to the surface and followed his senses all the way to the outside of the inn.

Strictly speaking, he didn't even rest for a moment.

The prerequisite for the body to be rebuilt again and again is repeated death and sufficient mental fragmentation. Each time is very costly, but the exhaustion that should be very intense is dissipated by the vitality of Yu Xing's own resurrection.

This caused him to feel uncomfortable all over, but without any apparent cause, like he was hanging in mid-air, neither up nor down.

Now that she had finally entered a house that humans could live in, Yu Xing could finally sort out her changes.

He bent one leg and propped himself up, his arm resting on his knee, while the other leg stretched out comfortably. His black, tousled hair messily covered his forehead, a rare moment of relaxation.

The threatening things in the inn instance can only be seen after nightfall; during the day, the other travelers are nothing to Yu Xing.

Hmm... Even the seemingly strongest chef, if it really came down to a fight, Yu Xing could completely crush him. This was the assessment that naturally came to Yu Xing's mind the moment she first met the chef.

Because he's just too strong right now.

"I can control things that are already dead around me, and I can attach my senses to other things to extend them..." Yu Xing closed his eyes and carefully sensed his own state, his Yu Xing somewhat strange.

"And intuition and Spiritual Sense are greatly enhanced to some extent."

He thought silently, then clenched his fist.

He looked no different from before; he was still flesh and blood, and his thinking hadn't been greatly affected... at least on the surface.

That's because he can't intuitively compare abilities.

If someone he knew from before were with him at this moment, they would definitely be shocked by the change in him.

His perception, mental strength, wound healing ability, Combat Power, speed, and even prophecy—all combined, he is already a monster-level predictor.

Yu Xing placed her hand on her chest, feeling her heartbeat.

Very slow heartbeats are found in living creatures that are mostly cold-blooded animals in hibernation.

The last time he met the Lingren directly was when he rushed towards the school gate after the pre-exam event at Blood Pool Middle School.

Going back another time, we see the Lingren playing the role of "Master" in the ghost house, as seen in the Death Parallel Line.

At that time, he struggled even against Lingren who couldn't use sacrifices and only possessed one-ninth of their strength, relying instead on rhetoric and psychological warfare. Back then, he had no idea what level of power the Lingren were at.

No matter where you hide, you will be found. You can only inflict minor injuries on the other party by giving your all. As long as the other party exists, layers of fear will permeate the air and be omnipresent.

But now Yu Xing knows the reason.

No matter where you hide, you'll be found because Lingren's "eyes" are everywhere; every brick and tile can become an extension of Lingren vision.

The reason why it is impossible to seriously injure the Lingren is that the Lingren's physical condition is completely different from that of humans. Even if they are injured, as long as it is not a regular wound or a curse of the same origin, they can recover quickly by relying on the power of the curse.

The inherent aura of fear... it's a curse that lingers in the air, unseen by others. How can one feel pleasant when touched by such a curse?

Yu Xing's gaze gradually deepened.

He could do all of that. In the eyes of others, he had become someone they couldn't understand. With a single thought, he could curse and instantly shatter others.

How much of a difference is there between him and Lingren?

Leaving aside the fact that the sacrificial Lingren has been in the deduction system for too long, the sacrificial reserves must be terrifying; just considering their own abilities...

"Shouldn't we be about done?"

Yu Xing murmured.

It was precisely because he clearly recognized his own strength while resting in his hotel room that he looked forward to meeting the Lingren again.

The Lingren may have already sensed something, perhaps through a sudden Spiritual Sense, that someone had grown to the point where they could threaten him.

But no matter what, the Lingren couldn't know any more specifics, just like how, despite living in reality for so long, neither Hua Subai nor the Lingren could accurately pinpoint his location.

The next time we meet, I'm sure it will be a pleasant surprise for the Lingren.

A genuine smile appeared in Yu Xing's eyes, mixed with a hint of bloodlust and malice.

I can't wait!

He turned his head to look out the window. In the distance beyond the convex window was a gray sky, still the disgusting color of brain matter, solidified in a chaotic manner above.

The gray sky had already darkened considerably.

It seemed like only about two hours had passed before it got dark.

Yu Xing rolled out of bed, went to her desk, folded a paper airplane from a blank piece of draft paper, wobbled to the windowsill, and threw the paper airplane out into the wind.

The wind in the hotel was just like the street scene outside the window, and even carried the aroma of freshly baked bread from outside the alley.

The paper airplane wobbled in the wind, spinning a few times in the air, but still couldn't resist its fate of falling, drifting lower and lower.

It failed to fly over the alley wall; its pointed tip struck the bricks with a thud and plummeted vertically downwards, finally landing on a pile of dust in the corner.

No one will see it, not even a curious child will pick it up, because everything in this alley, like the hotel's presence, has long been frozen in time.

Yu Xing looked down at the paper airplane that would be left there forever, his expression unreadable. Just as he got tired of looking at it and turned his head, he suddenly smelled the salty scent of the sea breeze.

That slightly different flavor, like a scream that shattered the silence of time, suddenly brought the lifeless, hopeless space to life.

Yu Xing could even hear the distant sound of ocean waves in his ears. He was very familiar with this sound and smell; when he landed on Dead Silent Island, the surrounding area was filled with this smell and sound.

In other words, he sensed the sea breeze and waves of Dead Silent Island while inside the closed instance.

Although it was only for a moment.

A glint flashed in Yu Xing's eyes.

He wasn't wrong. Once one's own abilities reach a certain level, the stability of the instance and the system will be greatly reduced. This means that the system is indeed something that can rebel against and harm...

Rather than a concept that can never be grasped no matter what.

He had a feeling that if the power were stronger, such as from another Ghost Tree's curse, he could manually tear the instance apart and unilaterally declare it over.