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Chapter 300

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The corridor was quiet and empty. There was no sign of a clock on the wall.

Angele jumped to the ground after finishing all the preparations.

A clear map slowly appeared in front of Angele's left eye. The words' Original Ruin Map 'were written on the bottom of the map.

Angele crouched by the lid but he did not leave right away. He waited for a while.

It was as if someone was impatiently banging on the wall with all their might, producing a violent and hurried knocking sound. It sounded like someone was venting their anger. Angele grabbed the bell and knocked on the metal plate hard.

It was an empty city. There were two small human figures in the center of the city. Their bodies were drawn with black lines. Their heads were shaped like a circle.

Angele looked around, but the hallway was empty. The only thing he could see was darkness.

"Welcome, guest from another world." The female face actually opened her mouth and spoke in a very standard ancient Byron language. Her voice was hoarse, but it was magnetic.

"Why are they afraid of me? I'm so cute. Annoying! Annoying master! "

From beginning to end, there was no movement from outside. It was completely silent.

Angele heard a gentle female voice coming from all directions. It sounded like she was whispering, but it sounded like she was singing.

Angele narrowed his eyes. He noticed that something was wrong with the woman's face.

He did not want to disturb the two white cats. Angele was already in danger when he entered the Nightmare Realm from the mansion by the lake. The ruin under the volcano was an ancient ruin. The Nightmare Realm was much more dangerous than the one he was in when he entered the Nightmare Realm.

Angele's voice sounded innocent.

Angele licked his dry lips, pushed the door open, and entered the room with the scimitar in hand.

Angele checked the surroundings carefully. The place where the clock used to hang was now a bare wall.

Angele stopped in front of the clock and rubbed the surface of the clock. The surface of the clock was smooth.

* DANG *

The hallway was quiet. The noise made by the burning lava was no longer coming from the hallway.

Every time they picked up a chess piece, they would use this thick and sturdy hand.

Another bell chime rang out, mixed with a faint echo.

Angele's brow furrowed. He jumped off the bed.

* PA *

* CHI *

At the end of the corridor, a light red copper door soon appeared. The door was half-open, revealing a bright white light inside.

Suddenly, a crackling sound like that of a radio came from all around.

"This is Gehrman. Gehrman's Illusory Sound Agent will become a record of Gehrman's life. Father said that I would become a legend, and I believe so … "

It was originally the direction of the corridor leading out of the dormitory area, but now, it had turned into an area shrouded in red mist.

Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang!

"A.I. Chip, show me my movement path."

As the ripples spread, a figure sitting cross-legged slowly appeared on the bed.

On the left side of the room, two white cats were squatting together, playing chess. Their right arms were all human arms. The human hands were thick and powerful, and their skin was pale yellow, just like an adult man's hand.

Pa!

Hiss hiss … Cha …

Angele inhaled deeply, but there was no smell of sulfur in the air.

"It's the sound of a bell …" Angele was surprised. His body was surrounded by a silver glow.

"The sound is coming from here." Angele walked toward the source of the bell slowly.

He tightened his grip on the scimitar and slowly moved forward.

Every time this happened, he would always feel his own existence in an incomparably real way.

Angele's expression changed. He quickly stepped back and left the hallway.

It was the sign of the wall. He had been practicing his spells here recently, so he was familiar with the place.

He continued to walk down a few more corridors, and the sound of the bell kept coming from behind him in an extremely rhythmic manner.

'I feel nervous every time I enter the Nightmare Realm …' Angele narrowed his eyes. He was excited about the danger he was experiencing and he was looking forward to entering the Nightmare Realm.

Dang dang dang dang! Dang! Dang dang! Dang dang dang! Dang dang dang!

On the delicate oil painting, it seemed very incongruous, as if a child had randomly scribbled a few strokes on a high-quality work of art.

He walked to the door quietly and peeked through the gap.

He left the dormitory area, and he could see the route he took. The rest of the route was covered in mist, and there was no record of him exploring the ruins.

In the city depicted in the oil painting, two humanoid figures were running and moving forward hand in hand.

The corridor in front of him was completely dark, and he couldn't see anything. It was the same darkness behind him.

Suddenly, the black eyes on the face turned around and stared at him.

The hallway in front of him led to the spell experiment area of the ruin. In the darkness, the red mist was faintly discernible, appearing somewhat hazy.

"Come in. Don't be afraid. I mean no harm."

All of a sudden, the ringing of the bell became abnormally rapid.

A translucent wave appeared on the bed again.

* PA PA PA PA *

Angele had no idea how long he had been running. The boy's voice was giving him a headache, and he could not think straight. Wizards could not think straight, and that meant they could not fight back. That was why Angele left the hallway so quickly.

He was getting closer and closer to the corner of the hallway. The footsteps were getting softer and softer.

There was a large wooden clock on the left side of the hallway. It was about the height of a human. The dark red surface of the clock and the white surface of the clock created a sharp contrast.

* CHI *

Angele felt a chill run down his spine.

* DANG *

'Gehrman likes chestnuts, drinks Bin Lishui, and likes to sleep on his mother's stomach in the morning …'

Angele stopped running and looked at the painting.

The footsteps echoed in the hallway. The bell was ringing faster and faster. It seemed like the person who was ringing the clock was getting impatient.

'Retrieving the data … Warning … Warning … Unexpected deviation of the path …'

At this moment, the ringing of the wall clock stopped.

Angele looked to the left and saw a room with an open door. The wall was covered with green vines. A woman's face appeared in the middle of the wall.

The boy's voice was getting weaker and weaker, and he could no longer hear it.

Several seconds later, an oil painting appeared on the right wall. The light golden border and colorful images made it look very exquisite.

Angele held the scimitar in his hand and started walking again. The woman's voice faded away and disappeared into the distance.

Angele held the scimitar tightly and started running again.

Angele slowly opened his eyes and shook his head.

Although Angele had advanced to a higher level, he still did not want to test the strength of the strange creatures in the Nightmare Realm. He was almost petrified by the old turtle last time.

Angele slowly drew the cursed scimitar and the green smoke slowly entered his wrist.

The bedroom was quiet and there was only red smoke floating in the air.

Angele passed through the room safely and walked to the hallway on the other side of the room.

The two white cats did not notice Angele's presence at all. They were focused on the chess game and did not know what was going on in the outside world.

Angele's face turned pale. He started running in the hallway. The voice kept drilling into his brain like a drill, making his ears hurt.

Angele lowered his body and held the cursed scimitar in his right hand. Blue light dots flashed in front of his eyes.

He was running in a straight line. It stretched for a long distance.

He patted his waist lightly, and the image of a black scorpion appeared on his forehead. He then took out the Light of Thorns magic device from his sleeve and held it in his left hand.

* CHI *

Compared to the original map, there was no such corridor at all.

Angele did not dare to move too fast. He walked forward carefully and turned a corner. He entered another hallway.

After a soft sound, the black lid was slowly pulled up. The red tunnel was revealed.

Angele stood in the hallway steadily.

Inside the wooden chamber under the clock.

Angele glanced around and noticed that nothing was happening on either side. There was only red smoke floating in the air.

Angele walked to the exit and grabbed the handle of the lid.

In the bedroom in front of him, there was a faint red mist floating in the air.

Angele suppressed the anxiety in his mind and observed the surroundings carefully. He wanted to make sure that nothing bad would happen.

Angele slowed down and stopped. At this moment, his face was covered in cold sweat.

In the air, a little boy's voice could be clearly heard coming from the corridor.

The two white cats were still focused on the chess game and did not notice anything happening outside.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of something being hit by a hammer.

Angele scrunched his eyebrows.

He could feel the chill coming from the handle of the bell.

Angele could feel something cold and hard coming from the handle.

Suddenly, he found the source of the sound.

"Lalala … My child, where do you want to go? Come back … Come back … Come back to me …"

Suddenly, the two figures started moving in front of Angele.

He turned the corner and rushed to the hallway in front of the dormitory area. He slowly poked his head out of the door.

Angele hid his presence and slowly entered the room. He walked to the other side of the room slowly.

The black battering ram struck a red metal piece over and over again, emitting a rhythmic chime.

Another red map appeared in front of his right eye. It was a map that he had never seen before.

As he walked along the corridor, he could faintly feel that the mysterious coordinates left in his mind were faintly transmitting a message that pointed him in the right direction.

"Ah … I accidentally killed my father. He bled a lot. Will he die? Don't worry, I can change his body. I won't have to worry about my father's death anymore. "

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