The biggest difference from the previous two stages was that this one began to contain things suspected of being living creatures.
What should have depicted a small seaside town now had some humanoid creatures standing along the shore, which was made up of various blocks of color.
Their bodies were often squares or inverted triangles, their heads were spheres, and their clothing had no discernible style—only sharply edged patches of color.
These strange things were probably the residents of this world—no, of this painting. They were strolling along the shore, admiring the block-shaped sunset in the sky and the diamond-shaped glimmers reflected across the sea.
Their lives looked quite leisurely. Real workers did not get the chance to stroll around and watch the sea in broad daylight.
"So I'm the only one with a square head?" Su Ming chuckled, signaling for Strangle to stick its head out so he could feel it for himself.
A black bean sprout emerged from his shoulder. Strangle's head turned into an inverted triangle, making it look like the head of a snake in a paper-cut painting. Its eyes were still crescent-shaped, though. That had not changed.
"Eek."
It indicated that the problem might not be with his head. For now, the host needed to find the emergency exit sign on this level.
But the colors around them were far too dazzling and blinding. Every time the host took a step, the cross-sections of the surrounding objects visible before him changed, as if he were looking at countless disco balls made from shards of every color.
The feeling was probably like smashing hundreds of glass bottles in different colors inside a room, walking in, spinning around a hundred times on the spot, and then opening one's eyes.
The environment was chaotic, and stars were dancing