Why was there a light in a lonely wooden house in such a strange place?
Was there someone inside? Or … was Sunders inside?
Something didn't feel right.
He did not want to risk his life in the Nightmare Realm. Who knew if there were any traps or powerful monsters inside the wooden house? Even if the wooden house was not one of the "dangerous buildings" mentioned by Sunders, Angor's "accident" when he first entered the Nightmare Realm meant that Sunders' information might not be accurate.
Things in the Nightmare Realm could not be explained with common sense.
Therefore, no one could guarantee that this wooden house was safe.
Still, Angor walked toward it. He would not risk his life by entering the house. But at least he had to see what was inside through the window. What if it was really Sunders who lit the light?
Angor floated toward the wooden house.
He quietly landed in front of the window. Angor twisted his back as soon as he landed. When he was hit by the whirlwind, he was not seriously injured because he was a soul, but he still felt dizzy.
However, now was not the time to worry about that. Angor looked at the window of the wooden house.
With the help of the burning oil lamp, he could see a palm-sized flower pot placed on the inner window of the wooden house. The plant in the pot had withered, but the vine tree was still there.
Angor looked inside the wooden house through the tree frame.
From his position, he could only see a table and a wall on the other side.
There was nothing else on the table except for the oil lamp. However, Angor saw a painting on the wooden wall.
To be precise, it was a Victorian-style oil painting.
However, when he saw the painting, he was puzzled.
It was not because of the content of the painting. It was because the painting was placed in an unsuitable place. An oil painting with a fine frame made of pure gold was placed in a simple wooden house.
It looked like a noble wearing a tailcoat was standing among a group of farmers who had just finished working in the paddy field.
Angor could tell that the painting did not match at all.
The painting was about a noble's castle under the moonlight at dusk.
He carefully observed the painting and felt that there was something strange about it. However, as he continued to observe, he felt his scalp go numb, and a shiver ran down his spine.
Out of instinct, he took several steps back to make sure the house was completely covered by the mist before he calmed down.
But now, he was glad that the fog was here.
He turned around and decided to leave the place for now.
Sunders should not be in the wooden house. Angor only saw a painting. The wooden house was small. He could not see everything, but he could still see most of it. Unless Sunders was hiding in Angor's blind spot, which was impossible.
When he was on his way again, he finally remembered what Sunders told him.
Check if the scroll was brought into the Nightmare Realm.
He reached into his pocket and took out a magic scroll. But strangely, the scroll didn't seem to have any weight.
He had the power of gravity and was extremely sensitive to the weight of objects. The scrolls looked the same as when he came in, but none of them had any weight.
Angor studied them carefully and found that not only were the scrolls weightless, but the runes on them were also illusory. In other words, the scrolls were useless.
Could it be that he could not bring anything into the Nightmare Realm?
Angor looked at his bracelet. However, it was also illusory and did not have any real weight.
Maybe everything except his soul was real, including his clothes, jewelry, and everything else, was just a figment of the Nightmare Realm's imagination?
But that was not right. He brought the hologram tablet into the Nightmare Realm last time.
If he knew the bracelet would turn into an illusion, he would have brought the tablet with him. Angor sighed in his mind. He made a mistake this time. He put the tablet in his bracelet before entering the Nightmare Realm. Now, it was impossible to test whether the tablet worked or not.
Angor shook his head and kept moving forward.
However, he only took a few steps. He saw a building again. But … it was still the same wooden house with the light of the fire.
Did he lose his way in the mist and go the wrong way?
Angor didn't pay much attention to the house and kept moving forward. At least, he had to find the relatively safe houses mentioned by Sunders first.
A moment later, he walked through the mist again.
This was the third time Angor saw the lonely wooden house again.
Angor did not mind the previous two encounters. This time, however, he was getting a little worried.
He remembered Sunders telling him that the mist in Witch's Town would lead him to different buildings. He just needed to avoid the dangerous places and find a safe place with the guidance of the mist.
But was this the so-called guidance?
The probability of leading him to the same place three times in a row was not high, right? Unless … it was not a probability, but a certainty.
Angor chose not to approach the wooden house this time. Instead, he went deeper into the mist. He wanted to verify if the wooden house had appeared in front of him three times in a row. Was it really inevitable?
When he saw the house for the fourth time, he finally stopped.
There was no doubt that there was some kind of power pulling him here … Then he wanted to go and see who was the one playing tricks inside.
He did not back away this time. Instead, he walked into the house and pushed open the unlocked wooden door.
As he saw from the outside, it was a single room. He could see everything inside at first glance. Apart from a bed, a table, a pot of withered flowers, a burning oil lamp, and a painting, there was nothing else.
Angor stepped inside.
He checked to make sure there was no "secret door". Then he stood in front of the painting.
When he looked at the painting for the second time, he frowned again.
The painting … was still the castle under the moonlight.
But this time, it was different from the painting he saw before. "I think there are two trees missing from the edge of the forest?" Wait … Did I remember it wrong? "
Angor could not remember anything. The first time he looked at the painting, he felt something was off, so he did not pay much attention to it.
This time, he kept looking at the painting and felt his scalp going numb. But he forced himself to keep looking.
But nothing happened.
In the end, Angor chose to leave.
It was like the wooden house was trying to trick him. He kept running into it, but there were no clues inside. So strange.
Angor stepped into the mist again.
He felt that since he had already explored the wooden house, he wouldn't be led to the wooden house by the fog this time, right? This time, he used the sequence of gravity and covered several kilometers in one go.
Then he looked up again.
He grinned.
"You again. You're always here." Angor planned to leave again. If worst came to worst, he would take the risk and go to the sky. He did not believe that the wooden house could stay there forever.
However, when he turned around, he was surprised by what he saw.
He stopped and walked to the door of the wooden house with a puzzled look. He noticed a detail. When he left earlier, he had left the wooden door open … But now, the wooden door was closed?
According to Sunders, almost everything in the Nightmare Realm could be traced back to its original state. However, dead objects could be traced back faster than living ones. And the stronger the energy level, the slower it would be.
But no matter how fast the door could be traced back, it would not close in just ten seconds, right?
He stayed in the wooden house for several minutes, and the door was not closed.
Could it be that every wooden house he ran into was not the same one? Were the wooden huts that the fog led him to different huts?
Angor pushed the door open and looked inside. No, it should be the same place as before. The layout and position of the furniture were the same as before.
There was only one place that could be different.
The oil painting!
Angor felt that something was wrong with the painting. If there was something wrong, it had to be this painting!
Angor stood in front of the painting again. He squinted his eyes when he saw what was inside.
The contents of the oil painting changed.
It was only a small change, but Angor still managed to find it because he carefully inspected every detail of the painting.
The perspective of the painting changed.
The painting he saw earlier was a bit further away, but this one was closer. Originally, the edge of the painting should have been two lush trees, but the lush leaves could still be seen. However, the tree trunks that should have appeared were covered, revealing a cluster of small white flowers.
In the painting Angor saw earlier, the cluster of white flowers was close to the edge of the painting, but they were not attached to it.
Now, the white flowers were attached to the edge of the painting.
Clearly, the perspective of the painting was closer.
…
The mist seemed to be competing with Angor. No matter which direction Angor ran, the last place he appeared was the wooden house. So far, he had entered the wooden house ten times in a row.
As he expected, the perspective of the painting was getting closer and closer.
Originally, the castle was drawn from a distance, but as it got closer and closer, the castle began to enlarge.
Nothing happened yet, but Angor thought of a possibility.
Perhaps … when the content of the image reached the gate of the castle, there would be a change.
Or was this painting just like the world in the fairy tale book he accidentally entered during his talent test? Would he end up in the world inside the painting?
Angor did not know which one was right. Maybe both were wrong.
However, he didn't want to continue looking at the contents of the painting. This kind of strange unknown made him shudder. This time, he decided to take the risk and fly upward.
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