socalfunplaces Chapter 260 The Silent Dimension and the Pale White Figure
Chapter 260 The Silent Dimension and the Pale White Figure
Chapter 260 The Silent Dimension and the Pale White Figure
"What does this look like? An Android robot?"
Modi, holding the Time Thief's head, fiddled with it for a few moments and successfully removed his mask, revealing the strange face behind it.
If it were dyed green, it would look similar to the Android robot I remember.
Furthermore, even when he was dismembered, no blood flowed out; the cut surfaces were covered with dense cables and gears, clearly indicating that he was a mechanical construct, or at least mostly mechanical.
"Except for the brain inside the skull, it's entirely made of steel."
Modi opened his forehead and saw a brain in a vat, which seemed to be his organ of consciousness.
"This should be the brain of a Chosen One," Su Youli carefully sensed it and confirmed that it also possessed the special aura of a Chosen One.
On the Train to the Underworld, besides the passengers who have strayed onto the train, there are only Chosen Ones sent by the Evolution Game to complete missions. Among them, it is often the lost Chosen Ones who become the core of the monsters.
Ordinary passengers, on the other hand, will be turned into raw flesh and blood, resembling skeletal crawlers and bloated mountains of meat.
Modi didn't understand the underlying principles and couldn't figure it out even if he wanted to, since there seemed to be no ordinary passengers on this trip.
"Wait, this brain is rotting so fast."
After only a short while of contemplation, Mordy discovered that his brain was rotting beyond recognition, as were the scattered limbs of the Time Thief.
As if time were accelerating, they rusted and broke apart at a speed visible to the naked eye, eventually leaving only a pile of rusty debris.
"Those who toy with time will inevitably suffer the consequences of time's actions," Su Youli said nonchalantly. "Perhaps he has already overdrawn his own time."
"What a pity. The ability to steal time might have come from the original owner of that brain. If we could have preserved a sample of the brain, I might have been able to conduct further research." Modi shook his head regretfully.
The two walked through the aisle of the carriage and were about to open the next door when they suddenly heard the sound of a door opening behind them.
The outstretched hand stopped in mid-air. Modi glanced back and, as expected, saw the three chosen ones they had been matched with.
"We've arrived so quickly? Looks like we're still too slow."
Since he had already encountered them, Modi simply withdrew his hand and decided to talk to them.
Based on the aura and energy fluctuations emanating from the three individuals, combined with the information he had previously gathered, he was able to roughly determine the faction to which they belonged.
After all, its features are too obvious, very much in the style of those three forces.
"The Dark Light Council, the Stigmata Cult, the Forge Brotherhood... they're all my old clients."
Modi smiled as he looked at the trio that had appeared at the back of carriage number two.
They also looked at him, but unlike his relaxed demeanor, their expressions were somewhat tense, and they stood motionless at the back of the carriage.
"Friends over there, what brings you here?" Modi asked.
The three exchanged glances and then chose the boy in the middle as the communicator.
The boy glared at them and said helplessly, "Gentlemen, we mean no harm. We just wanted to come to the front carriage to find a chance to leave."
After all, you killed the monster with the "door," and the carriages behind might be even more dangerous, so we have no choice but to keep moving forward.
Although he didn't say what he was going to say, Modi recalled the good deeds he had done and immediately understood their predicament.
But he didn't regret it; he simply nodded, his tone indifferent.
"We're also going up ahead... but our destination is the driver's cab, which happens to be the same route as yours. If you want to come along, I have no objection."
At the back of the carriage, the three men frowned slightly.
To be honest, traveling with two chosen ones who are suspected to be gods can indeed give one a great sense of security... provided that the two chosen ones are well-intentioned.
However, on the other hand, they don't actually have the ability to refuse. This instance doesn't have any shielding against damage from teammates, so they might not even be considered teammates.
If the two insist that they scout ahead, they probably won't have a choice but to agree.
Taking a deep breath, the boy was the first to respond. He smiled, nodded, and walked towards the front of the carriage.
"I couldn't have gotten it."
The remaining two exchanged a glance, knowing they had no other choice, and followed closely behind him.
Seeing their cautious demeanor, Mo Di found it somewhat amusing. If he and Su Youli wanted to kill them, none of the three of them would escape.
They were not even as good as Tamia and Chang Jingtian, and posed no threat to the two of them.
Su Youli followed Mo Di without saying a word, her eyes only on him; everyone else was like air to her.
She wouldn't question Mordy's decision, nor did she have any particular opinion about the three chosen ones.
Modi reached out again and pushed open the door between carriages one and two, revealing the heavy darkness behind it.
The three boys froze, having experienced the darkness brought by the old skeleton, they were very wary of the lightless area.
On this train, darkness is often synonymous with danger.
Mo Di and Su Youli remained calm and stepped into the darkness. The three people behind them exchanged glances and, noticing that the darkness was spreading towards carriage number two, decisively followed them.
All five chosen ones stepped into carriage number one, and soon carriage number two was plunged into darkness, as were the carriages behind it.
Something was stirring in the darkness. Mordy could clearly sense their presence, but he couldn't touch them, as if they were not in the same dimension.
Whispers drifted from the darkness, sometimes murmuring, sometimes mocking, creating a strange sense of tension among the three following behind.
Although the trio's spiritual senses weren't as sharp as Mordy's, they still sensed something was watching them and immediately went into battle mode, ready to strike at any moment.
The boy had put on a pair of glasses at some point, and a glint of light suddenly flashed in his eyes.
With the help of the [Spirit Mirror], his vision transcended reality, and he successfully glimpsed a dimension that overlapped with reality.
That dimension was desolate and lifeless, like the legendary underworld. A large number of blurry, pale white figures drifted through it, moving up and down, entering and exiting the three people's bodies, but they refused to approach the man and woman at the front.
"What... what is this?"
The boy frowned, initially guessing that they were spirits, but then dismissed the guess.
If it were a spirit, he couldn't possibly fail to recognize it immediately. After all, he was a Visionary of the Dark Light Council, and few could rival him in manipulating spirits.
As he pondered, he was completely unaware that the pale white figures had suddenly stopped, their faceless faces seemingly staring intently at him.
Suddenly, they all moved at once, surging towards the boy in droves.
His thoughts abruptly broke off, and a look of astonishment appeared on the boy's face, but a ruthless light instinctively shone in his eyes, illuminating the carriage shrouded in darkness.
The cold light shone on the pale white figures; the light was not warm, but rather sharp as a knife.
To Modi, the light gave him a faint sense of familiarity, as if he had encountered it somewhere before.
"A familiar feeling..." Mo Di narrowed his eyes, withdrew his intention to attack, and stood aside quietly watching the boy's response.
The cold light, like a knife, pierced through the pale white figures that rushed towards them, tearing their bodies apart like shredded cloth.
A multitude of chaotic thoughts were hidden within the light, flowing into the pale white figure along with the light. If it were an ordinary person, they would have been captivated by it and thus become at the mercy of others.
But these pale white figures are not normal living beings; it's hard to say whether they have any reason, so naturally they won't be disturbed by chaotic thoughts.
Even if torn apart, it will quickly reform, as if it were immortal.
"Can't be killed?!" The boy's face turned somewhat ugly. He took a step back and took out a round-framed mirror from his inventory.
He ripped off the white cloth covering the mirror and pointed it at the ghastly white figure.
The mirror, which was originally empty, suddenly reveals a variety of brilliant colors. These colors swirl and mix in the mirror, creating even more colors.
The pale white figures suddenly stopped. Although they did not have normal thinking, they did have some kind of senses, and the mirror that the boy took out was a prop that was designed to target those senses.
Almost any living being with sensory organs would be confused by the colors of a mirror, thus losing its normal senses.
"It stopped? That's great." The boy had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard a slight cracking sound, and his face stiffened again.
He was all too familiar with this commotion; it was clearly the wailing of the Mirror of Confusion, unable to bear the weight any longer.
Based on his past experience, even if the Mirror of Confusion were to break, it wouldn't be this fast.
No matter how much he disbelieved it, the fact remained. In an instant, the Mirror of Confusion shattered, and the pale figure broke free of its restraints, letting out a series of soul-shaking screams.
The boy's expression changed drastically, and he instinctively covered his ears.
In a flash, a chill swept over him, lessening the pain and allowing him to catch his breath.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a burly man and a female office worker standing on either side of him, looking at him strangely. Not far away, the man who seemed to be a god was holding a strange large sword and was also looking at him.
"What's wrong with you?" the burly man asked. "You're suddenly yelling at thin air and using props on it. Are you possessed?"
"I'm possessed?" The boy looked around and found that the darkness in the carriage had disappeared at some point, and the pale white figures that had been wandering around had also vanished.
It was as if everything just now was merely his illusion.
"Yeah, ever since you put on those glasses, you've been randomly using your supernatural abilities on thin air... Or are you seeing something?" the female office worker asked.
After a moment of silence, the boy nodded and said, "I saw a desolate dimension and a group of pale, ghostly figures."
"It is true," Modi said, wielding his greatsword and exuding a chilling aura. "It is a desolate dimension that overlaps with reality, where some... strange life forms, similar to spirits, exist."
With his endorsement, both the burly man and the female office worker basically believed what the boy said.
"That sword that exudes a chilling aura... Did he save me just now?" The boy looked at the greatsword in his hand and couldn't help but feel grateful.
The greatsword had a strange shape, its blade glowed with an eerie blue light, and was engraved with a string of strange runes. At the junction of the hilt and the blade was a strange goat skull.
Just one glance at it sent a chill down the boy's spine, and he instinctively thought it was an evil artifact.
"Why did those things only entangle him?" the burly man asked, puzzled.
"Of course, it's because he was the only one who observed them."
Modi didn't hide anything and told them the reason directly.
"Those who observe them will also be observed by them. If they do not observe them directly, they will continue to be subjected to their whispers, their mental frequency will synchronize with theirs, and eventually they will observe them."
"In other words, those who are not seen by them will not be attacked."
"So that's how it is," the boy muttered to himself. "No wonder they only targeted me the whole time, while the others didn't make a move."
"So, if you don't have the ability, don't look at things carelessly, or you'll suffer sooner or later."
Mo Di weighed the high-quality replica of Frostmourne in his hand; its essence was Su Youli's Ice Soul Cold Light Sword.
"If I hadn't intervened in time and killed them all, you would have been one of them long ago."
The boy gave an awkward smile and quickly expressed his gratitude.
It seems this person harbors no ill will towards us, thank goodness. If we manage to get back alive, we must prepare a thank-you gift for him... provided he finds it acceptable.
He glanced again at the greatsword in Modi's hand, confirming that it was the chill emanating from the sword that had saved him.
That sword is at least an epic-level item. Seriously, would he even look at my scrawny, ugly self?
For a moment, the boy felt a little ashamed.
Leaving aside the rich inner thoughts of the young man, Mo Di restored the high-fidelity Frostmourne to a ray of light, returned it to Su Youli, and walked towards the last door.
Behind the door is the driver's cab of the train to the underworld.
"Phew, after killing so many monsters along the way, we've finally arrived at our destination."
Modi pushed the door, but it didn't move.
The door to the driver's cab required a key to open, but he couldn't find it along the way and was too lazy to search for it throughout the entire train.
Therefore, he decisively chose to violently dismantle the door.
Faced with the deadly attack, the last door that had stood firmly in their way finally met its end.
The door shattered inch by inch, and the trio stared wide-eyed; it was the first time they had ever witnessed such a dangerous and extraordinary skill.
The fact that a mere touch could destroy a door that was practically the embodiment of rules was truly horrifying to them.
That's right, that door is actually the embodiment of the rules, and it's information brought out by the chosen one who once escaped the train.
Among the chosen ones who have entered the Underworld Train instance, some have reached Carriage Number One, and some have even tried to unlock the secrets of the Underworld Train, but no one has ever opened this door and reached the driver's cab.
Without exception, none of them could find the key or break down the door.
Therefore, the secret of this copy of the Train to the Underworld remains unsolved, and this copy has not yet been destroyed.
"As expected of a chosen one who has successfully ascended to godhood, their methods are truly terrifying." The three behind them exclaimed in admiration while trying to peek behind the door.
Inside the driver's cab behind the door, apart from some instruments, it was completely empty; there wasn't a soul in sight.
Mo Di and Su Youli have already gone inside and begun to explore the true secrets of this train.
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