Painting really was a fascinating art. They were clearly just lines on paper, yet they could give people a three-dimensional impression. It seemed to be a craft people had developed specifically to deceive their own eyes.
But the Lighthouse before him was made of lines existing in three-dimensional space. It looked somewhat like black lines planted upright into the ground, forming its invisible walls.
Su Ming reached out and touched it. Sure enough, where there was supposedly nothing, he found the Lighthouse's door. It felt somewhat like wood, but as usual, it definitely was not timber.
"This Lighthouse can actually be entered." He pushed the door hard. With a creak, he felt the energy around him begin to flow. "Haha, even though I can't see this Lighthouse and can only see the lines forming it, why do I get the feeling this place is more luxurious than the one Arthur lives in?"
The Lighthouse at Mercy Harbor was the one Su Ming had gone to drink at not long ago. Built in 1940, it was one of the landmark buildings of that port town.
Arthur's grandfather had been a lighthouse keeper and fisherman, and his father had lived the same way. By Arthur's generation, he was a Superhero, a king, and a part-time lighthouse keeper.
One tower passed down through three generations; people came and went, but the tower remained. That was probably how it went.
Suddenly, Su Ming felt Arthur should not have joined the Justice League. He should have gone to "League of Legends" instead, with that tower-defending ability of his.
"Eee eee eee~"
Strangle, who also enjoyed bad jokes, laughed. It felt the same way, probably because after opening the door to this invisible Lighthouse, no damp, moldy smell wafted out from inside.
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