A strong floral scent assaulted his nostrils. Cell wasn't a fan of smells, but he couldn't help but take a few deep breaths.
Amidst the fragrance of the flowers, Cell's originally uneasy mood slowly calmed down.
He opened his eyes and tried to see where he was.
There was a meandering path in front of him, and at the end of it was an inconspicuous wooden house.
However, the house didn't look like anything special. The path leading to the house, however, made Cell's heart skip a beat. Both sides of the path were filled with endless darkness, as if a path was created from the chaos of the void.
With such a background, even the wooden house became strange.
"Where am I?" Cell took a step back in fear, but he quickly pulled back his foot as soon as it touched the ground. This was because there was also an endless void behind him.
There was only one path leading to the wooden house that allowed him to stand still.
Cell's mind was in turmoil. He wanted to know where he was, but no one could tell him. He yelled, but no one answered him.
Cell had no choice but to calm down.
Surrounded by the rich fragrance of the flowers, Cell inexplicably felt that his thoughts had become much clearer.
Without anyone answering him, the only thing he could do was to explore on his own. However, this place was too strange. It might be dangerous.
As Cell hesitated, he recalled the faces of Angor and Freud in his mind.
There was no doubt that he was here because of them.
If they wanted to kill him, there were many ways to do it. It shouldn't be that troublesome. If they didn't want him to die, then there must be a way out of this place.
Since it wasn't a dead end, there might be a way out.
The only way he could think of was to go to the wooden house.
Cell pondered for a moment and finally strode towards the wooden house. He couldn't stay here forever. If he wanted to change, he had to change himself.
While Cell was walking toward the wooden house, Angor and Freud were discussing something outside.
"Cell might seem arrogant and reckless, but he's actually very cautious, even to the point of being timid." Freud's face was filled with doubt. "Do you really think Cell would enter the wooden house?"
Angor glanced at Freud in surprise. "So you never entered the Room of Heart."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"If you've entered the House of Heart, you should know. Cell would have definitely entered the wooden house, not only because he had no choice, but also because he wasn't the one thinking at that time. "
Cell thought he had made a prudent decision to enter the cabin. Actually, that was not the case. According to his personality in real life, he would not have made a decision so quickly.
The reason why he had made his decision so quickly was actually because of the fragrance of the flowers. The floral fragrance was actually a part of the illusion. It seemed to have the effect of waking one up, but it also had the effect of inducing one's thoughts.
The scent of flowers was useless against an illusionist like Angor. But for Cell, under the allure of the fragrance of the flowers, he did not notice anything strange at all and thought that it was his own decision.
After hearing Angor's explanation, Freud finally realized that the fragrance of the flowers in the Room of Heart was for this reason. When he recorded Saber's entry into the Room of Heart, he also noticed the fragrance of the flowers, but he did not pay much attention to it.
"So, are you sure you don't want to experience the Room of Heart as well?"
Freud's expression became a little awkward. "It's fine. I don't know if it's my obsession or my obsession. I just … don't want to face my past."
Angor gave Freud a meaningful glance and nodded. "Do as you wish. The Room of Heart is right here. You can try it whenever you want."
"Facing your past is also facing your future."
Freud lowered his head and nodded. "Hmm." He didn't say anything else.
On the other side, Cell was about to reach the wooden house. Until now, he hadn't felt anything strange.
"Maybe I'm being paranoid. There's nothing dangerous inside." As Cell thought about this, a shadow suddenly appeared on the window of the wooden house.
Cell paused for a second.
He didn't see clearly what the black shadow was, but the appearance of this black shadow meant that there was definitely someone in the wooden house … or some kind of creature.
Cell felt a little uneasy, but when the fragrance of the flowers entered his nose, he felt a little better. Cell did not notice it himself, but muttered to himself, "Maybe it's Master Tissen inside. He has something to tell me, so he deliberately did this … Or, is my brother Lisa inside?"
Cell's mind kept thinking about the possibility of benefiting himself, which calmed him down a little. In fact, he even had more hope in his heart. He kept walking toward the wooden house.
When they arrived in front of the wooden house, Cell noticed that there were a few pots of brightly colored flowers on the steps of the wooden house. The rich fragrance must have come from these flowers.
Cell lifted his foot and stepped onto the stairs.
As soon as his foot touched the ground, the environment around him changed. It was as if time and space had overlapped. The original wooden house disappeared, and what appeared in front of Cell was a corridor that connected both ends to the void.
There were three doors in the hallway.
While Cell was still wondering what had happened, he arrived in front of the first door.
When Cell saw the door, his eyes flashed with disbelief. The door was very old, and there were mottled marks on it.
Cell looked at the familiar door, and many memories from his childhood surfaced in his mind.
He squatted down and touched the door frame on his knees. When he touched some carvings, his eyes welled up with tears.
Why is there such a door here? I've been gone for more than ten years. Why would this door appear here?
Cell pressed his ear against the door, trying to hear what was going on inside, but he could not hear anything.
He stretched out his trembling hand and tried to push the door open.
But in the end, he retracted his hand.
Ever since his mother passed away, he and his brother, Reza, followed their uncle and left their hometown to live in St. Sem City. Since then, he had never returned to his hometown.
And the door in front of him was the door to his hometown.
He wanted to open it, but he was afraid.
It was a strange feeling. It was not the fear of the unknown, but he did not dare to face the place where he used to live … Or rather, he was afraid of returning home.
In the end, Cell clenched his fists and did not open the door.
He planned to look at the other two doors and figure out the situation here first.
Cell took a deep breath and came to the second door. This door was an iron door.
Even though the iron door had no special features and was as cold as ice, Cell recognized it at a glance.
This was the door to his uncle's house.
He and his brother, Reza, lived in his uncle's house for six years. Those six years were the most painful years of his life. The feeling of living under someone else's roof and the memories of being powerless to resist were like nightmares that haunted him until now.
Cell looked at the iron door, and a cold light of hatred flashed in his eyes.
However, he still did not open the door. He did not even bother to touch the door.
Cell finally came to the third door. This door was completely different from the previous two. It was a door that was divided into two halves, and the door frame was made of stone. It looked familiar …
It looked like the city gate of Beginnings City.
But it was a smaller version.
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