"Fuck, if you want to fight, then fight. Why the hell did you suddenly flip the table?!"
Cyril cursed as he pushed his hand forward.
Layers of deep blue light rippled outward, and a blurry door with no tangible substance silently appeared.
With the mottled rust-red blockade at the edge of the Mirror World, he had no way to flee into the surrounding Mirror Worlds. He could only choose to leave the Mirror World and enter the telegraph office in reality.
The second his figure vanished, the illusory cracks covering the entire Mirror World completely solidified, then shattered.
Crash!
Amid an ethereal, unreal sound, this Mirror World turned into countless fragments and vanished into the boundless darkness.
In reality, every pane of glass, mirror, and even every reflective object inside the telegraph office shattered into countless pieces at the same time.
Having just escaped the Mirror World, Cyril listened to the clattering echoes around him with lingering fear. He had nearly been destroyed along with that Mirror World.
...I didn't expect such a huge mistake after my spiritual intuition was interfered with. It was clearly the destruction of an entire Mirror World, yet I mistook it for an attack aimed only at me.
Fortunately, I reacted quickly enough to open the "door" out of the Mirror World in time.
As his thoughts churned, his body turned thin and brittle, becoming a crudely cut paper figure. A slender hand reached out from the darkness, grabbed it, and crushed it.
Snap!
With a crisp snap of fingers, an extremely bright, blinding light suddenly lit up the telegraph office.
"Ah~"
"My eyes, my eyes!"
A strange voice blending both male and female tones suddenly rang out, making Cyril's hand pause.
He felt abnormal desires and emotions surging within him. He suddenly felt repressed