Translator: ryuxenji Editor: H2dH2mr Having her consciousness forcibly extracted by the learning space, when Ling Lan opened her eyes again, she found that she had not entered any instructor's space, nor was she in the great hall of the learning space where Little Four resided. Instead, she was in an extremely dark passageway.
Ling Lan could not help but frown. She was no stranger to passageways — once, in Instructor Number Five's perverted experiment, a similar scene had occurred. Of course, that experience could not be considered good, so Ling Lan did not really like this kind of environment.
However, Ling Lan also knew that whether she liked it or not, she had to stay here. The learning space had no room for negotiation.
Ling Lan waited for a long time, but did not see any instructors come out. Her frown deepened — what in the world was going on?
"Hey, is there anyone out there? Instructor Number One? Instructor Number Five? Instructor Number Nine? " Ling Lan shouted loudly. She did not want to waste time waiting like this. Mind you, outside, Zilong was still waiting to spar with her — she did not want to miss the appointment.
The only reply to Ling Lan was the fading echo of voices in the passageway — there was no one responding to Ling Lan at all. Ling Lan thought for a moment, and then reached out to rub the space between her brows, saying somewhat helplessly, "Little Four, stop playing around. Hurry up and come out."
She had originally thought that this was Little Four's prank, but unfortunately, Ling Lan was still met with silence. Ling Lan was puzzled — could she have guessed wrongly?
Ling Lan's brow furrowed, her gaze sweeping the surroundings of the passageway, hoping to find some clues. If this was a test, the learning space would definitely give her some hints.
The lighting in the passageway was not very good. She could only see about ten meters in front of her and behind her was a thick black, like a black hole that could swallow everything. It was so quiet that it was suffocating.
Ling Lan slowly walked forward a few steps, and her vision became even darker. Ling Lan squinted slightly to let herself adapt to the darkness. Ling Lan thought that it would be dark next, but she didn't expect that the vision in front of her would be slightly brighter. Then, she found a small flat surface two meters away from the wall on her right. There was a small oil lamp on it, and it was emitting some light that lit up the surrounding area.
"How stingy. Can't you make it bigger? Brighter? "Ling Lan was a little dissatisfied. As a girl, she really hated the dark.
Just as Ling Lan finished muttering, her face froze, because she found that the front and back of her had once again turned into a thick black, without the slightest bit of light.
"From the looks of it, this passageway is curved." This was the only way to obstruct her vision, so that she wouldn't be able to see the light of the next oil lamp.
Ling Lan continued forward. When she once again walked into the darkest part of the passageway, she couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise from the corner of her eye. She felt that the wall there didn't seem to be as flat as she had seen it before. Instead, it was high and low, as if there was something there.
Could it be that there was some secret on the wall? Or was it information about the test? Ling Lan's heart stirred. She immediately retreated to where the oil lamp was, and with a leap, she picked it up.
"Looks like there's a reason why there's a small oil lamp that can be taken down. I actually overlooked this point. Luckily, my eyesight is amazing, allowing me to see things that normal people can't see. In the end, I didn't miss it." Ling Lan rejoiced, but at the same time, she became even more cautious. She could feel that the test of the learning space this time was not simple — there were no instructions from the instructor, nor were there any hints from the system. She even suspected that if she couldn't find the key point hidden within, she might very well keep going in circles in this passageway until she found it. Or perhaps, she might never find it, until she died...
Ling Lan shook her head fiercely, warning herself not to scare herself. She picked up the oil lamp and leaned against the wall as she walked forward. Finally, the part of the wall that she had felt was uneven revealed its true form — it was actually a vivid mural.
Ling Lan raised the oil lamp high, and with the help of the light, the mural appeared before her eyes.
Ling Lan only felt a murderous aura rush towards her, and Ling Lan sucked in a breath of cold air. On the mural, corpses were strewn across the field, their limbs torn apart. The facial features of the corpses were still recognizable, but they were vividly depicted with one expression — — fear, extreme despairing fear.
And in the middle of this pile of corpses, a person was standing ramrod straight. He was looking at everything around him with a smile on his face, as if he was admiring, but also as if he was enjoying this bloody feast before his eyes. At the same time, in his hands, he was holding the head of an infant still in swaddling clothes. His fingers had already dug into the skull, and countless streams of blood had buried the infant's face...
Ling Lan only felt a chill run through her heart. She could clearly feel the emotions of the murderous demon king in the mural — it was not madness, nor was it twisted, but rather an extreme calmness. He was enjoying all of this — killing was just a game — there was no such thing as human nature.
Did this still belong to the category of human? Ling Lan resisted the discomfort and continued walking forward. After about 10 metres or so, another mural appeared. This one was completely different from the previous one. This time, the mural was densely packed with living humans. They were all prostrating themselves on the ground, and quite a few of them were looking up at a certain high point. Although the expressions on their slightly exposed faces were different, they all had one thing in common — their eyes were filled with fervent faith. And their focus, at the highest point of the mural, was a god-like figure. He was holding a divine staff, looking down with a smile like a spring breeze at his feet, at all of his believers.
For some reason, Ling Lan, who should have been enjoying the beautiful sunshine, also felt a chill run through her. She kept feeling that the god-like figure's smile carried a kind of mockery and disdain, as if in his eyes, he was only looking at tens of thousands of ants.
Ling Lan's brows furrowed even tighter. What exactly were these murals trying to tell her? Ling Lan knew very well that the learning space would not give her useless images. If they did not have any meaning, then the sides of the tunnel should be smooth, not to mention that it was hidden so deeply.
Ling Lan was not someone who would trouble herself. Since she could not figure it out now, then she would just continue forward and search for the answer.
And then, mural after mural appeared, bringing Ling Lan into the world of demons, the world of dreams, the world of the gods of elves, as well as the world of savage beasts … all sorts of strange and wonderful worlds were presented before Ling Lan one by one. While Ling Lan was shocked, she was also deeply puzzled. What exactly were so many mural images that could not be linked together?
Ling Lan skimmed through mural after mural, looking at mural after mural. About half an hour passed, and just as Ling Lan was feeling dizzy from looking at the countless murals, another new mural appeared.
This time, Ling Lan's footsteps halted, and she let out a cry of surprise, because this mural was completely different from the ones she had seen before. It was no longer the story of those gods and demons, but the history of a normal human being's growth.
Yes, it was a long mural divided into six panels. Although the six panels were different, they were all describing the same main character.
In the first panel, he had a confident smile on his face. His gaze was both excited and nervous. Carrying his own weapon, the greatsword, he walked out of his own world. In the mural, behind the main character was a golden sea of rice. It was the season of harvest, a paradise.
In the second panel, he had arrived in a world of carnage. He saw this hell, where a group of bandits were killing and robbing some village. The young and righteous him was enraged. He pulled out the greatsword on his back and fought with the bandits.
Closely following him was the third panel. Behind him, countless young people followed him and raised all sorts of weapons to fight back. In the end, they finally killed off all the bandits. Then, in the destroyed village, the surviving people there were willing to follow his footsteps.
In the fourth panel, they helped those who needed help along the way. They took up weapons to protect themselves and others. At this time, more people gathered around him.
In the fifth panel, it was two people from different camps fighting each other. And he stood in the middle of one of the camps. He raised the greatsword in his hand and pointed it at the enemy, shouting to attack. Countless warriors who followed him bravely rushed forward to kill the enemy.
And in the last panel, he sat on the dragon throne that represented imperial power with a smile on his face. The warriors who followed him raised their arms and shouted. Their faces were full of joy and excitement. They had defeated all the enemies who had forced them and built the utopia in their hearts …
"Build a career?" Ling Lan faintly felt a little strange. After all, the previous panels were all about gods and demons. Suddenly, there was a history of human struggle. It was really difficult to accept. Ling Lan only paused for a moment. When she finished looking at the mural, she continued to move forward.
After a few steps, she suddenly stopped, as if she had thought of something. She hurriedly took a few steps back and returned to the first panel. Then, she directly jumped to the sixth panel. Then, she saw Ling Lan's originally indifferent face suddenly become serious.
"Is this painting trying to tell me the process of a person's depravity? Obtaining power but losing one's truest self? Is it worth it or not? Or is there some other deeper meaning? " Ling Lan frowned even more. In the first panel, the protagonist's smile was sincere, sincere, and warm. But in the sixth panel, the same smile had become hypocritical, perfunctory, and even cold.
Ling Lan seriously looked at the protagonist's smile in the sixth panel. The more she looked, the more strange and uncomfortable she felt. Perhaps Ling Lan had stared for a long time. She felt that the protagonist's smile was getting deeper and deeper. At the same time, the coldness in the depths of his eyes became more obvious. Ling Lan even vaguely felt a murderous intent.
Ling Lan's heart suddenly jumped. Just as she wanted to jump away from the mural, she found that her body couldn't move.
F * ck! Just what had happened? Why couldn't she move?
At this moment, Ling Lan noticed that in the mural, the main character's originally greyish-white eyes actually had a strange shade of black appearing. Then, it rapidly expanded, and in the end, the entire mural became a terrifying black vortex. As expected, Ling Lan, who couldn't move, was directly sucked into it.
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