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Chapter 212: "Flat Dynamic Image"

Mu Daxian pierced through the past from the painting he had created, like a diver surfacing from the water.

As he left, the layer of "cloth" in front of the dead end visibly faded away.

Mu Daxian had forgotten that the reason this area of dead ends could be "severed" from the original layer was inextricably linked to his overwriting. As he left, the "cloth" that had been overwritten onto the space began to disappear, and Mao Feiyang would be exposed to external observation.

However, he didn't care about this at all. Or rather, the thing that made him so fanatical occupied his heart, to the point that he overlooked this aspect.

Mu Daxian left the dead end, and his figure quickly disappeared around the corner of the corridor. Mao Feiyang didn't know if he had gone down the stairs or walked towards the overpass.

At this moment, as the cloth gradually dissipated, the rainstorm and misty dampness from the campus slowly seeped in again, launching an assault on the warm firelight in the dead end.

Mao Feiyang's expression changed slightly. With his will wavering, he had almost no way to stabilize the "things" he had "painted".

"Boom!!!"

"Boom!!!!"

The tremors from the outside world became increasingly intense. Mao Feiyang only felt the aftershocks of the extraordinary power, like a small fly caught in a spider's web in the wind and rain, with no other option but to silently endure.

This tremor also greatly affected Lin Yi's perspective, because his "vision" depended on Mao Feiyang. So when Mao Feiyang's perception of the outside world became blurred, he couldn't observe anything through the dream.

But at this moment, he seemed to sense something again, and followed his intuition to look outside the dead end!

His entire field of vision was already blurred. Under the fluctuations of unknown and powerful extraordinary power, his "horizon" and the real campus—no, even this entire world—were teetering!

The teaching building, which originally had extremely regular lines, was now twisted like a pattern drawn on a napkin and then crumpled.

This feeling of twisting and collapsing extended from Mao Feiyang's feet all the way to the alley, the corridor, down the stairs, and even the entire campus. The degree of distortion changed from a little bit of initial normalcy to strangeness, incomprehensibility, bizarreness, absurdity, and eeriness, until complete chaos and collapse…

If the world in front of Lin Yi was a drawn straight line, then when this paintbrush was drawn from Mao Feiyang's feet, it was first a straight line, then a wave, then a big wave, then it became an electrocardiogram, and then it began to move irregularly, sometimes even mischievously making a turn, like a tangled mess of thread produced by a three-year-old child who doesn't know how to hold a pen.

But the horizon is not and will not be a straight line, but countless different but closely related elements. But now all the elements have become such tangled messes of thread, and they are still intertwined, squeezing what was originally a "regular square geometric body" into a collapsed, deformed "irregular, non-conceptual rubber body"…

Lin Yi's brain couldn't receive this twisted image that exceeded the scope of human understanding and observation at all. So, the first thing he saw in such a scene was a twisted geometric body, but immediately his self-awareness forcibly distorted and understood it, turning it into a flat dynamic painting…

It's like depicting and imprinting an endless, twisted starry sky onto a canvas to create a "Starry Night"…

After forcibly reducing the recognizability, Lin Yi's self-feeling also became much better. But the consequence of feeling better was that he lost the opportunity to observe its essence with accurate eyes.

In this limited and inaccurate field of vision, Lin Yi saw the appearance of "Him" in his understanding—it was precisely that conceptual-level sculpture with a humanoid outline pieced together from countless shards of broken glass.

However, this time Lin Yi discovered that behind Him seemed to be converging rays of light, like countless eyes, or like pairs of wings covered with feathers, or… replacing the feathers with eyes, growing pairs of conceptual-level sculptures made of eyeballs as feathers woven into wings…

Or… the conceptual-level sculpture itself was composed of countless large eyeballs of different sizes, pupil colors, and shapes…

Lin Yi saw something he shouldn't have seen, perhaps only seeing the tip of the iceberg of His true appearance, or perhaps only seeing a part of His appearance that He was trying to show, or perhaps Lin Yi had some unrealistic delusions and mental projections, and took them as truth…

Indistinguishable.

Completely indistinguishable.

He felt himself being attracted by Him, but fortunately his field of vision was very blurry, only able to see His vague phantom. The benefit of this was that his self-awareness was also relatively strong, able to forcibly twist his gaze and extract himself from it.

But when he twisted his gaze, he seemed to see something in this bizarre "flat dynamic image" that shouldn't be seen in the teaching building area at all—the dormitory building.

"That's the dormitory building?!"

In this kind of vision, all the buildings were distorted, and the whole world was a mess. But Lin Yi knew at a glance that it was the "dormitory building." This was a strange intuition, like he had received a self-awareness from the "dormitory building"—just like a fake person receiving his own identity positioning.

In that flat dynamic image, the dormitory building was wantonly distorted, but the more distorted it was, the clearer a silhouette under the tangled mess of thread became… It sometimes transformed back from the distortion, like a giant pillar, or like a giant shrouded in a light mist…

It stood proudly in the chaotic world, like a pillar supporting the sky at the center of Lin Yi's disordered and collapsing vision.

Even more bizarre was that the dormitory building, which should have had its lights turned off after midnight, was lit with a row of lights at this moment!

This kind of lighting wasn't to say that a certain floor was lit up, but that a light was lit on each floor, from the 1st floor to the 39th floor, 39 lights arranged in a line, making the entire dormitory building look like a super giant sword with a technological feel, wanting to tear apart this collapsing scroll.

"The dormitory building won't anchor itself!"

"Someone must be anchoring the dormitory!"

"Is… is it anchored by all the students who are dreaming?!"

The students of an entire dormitory building anchor the dormitory building through sleep, and the dormitory building will provide a safe state for the students in their sleep?

What a two-way rushing love, damn it!

"No! That light… it's the dormitory manager!!"

"That's the dormitory manager, right?!"

There is a dormitory manager on each floor, nearly 39 dormitory managers carrying old kerosene lamps, bringing the dormitory building into that battlefield?!

A soldier's strength alone is certainly a drop in the bucket, but what if they're driving a tank?

Fantasy has sword-wielding immortals, but now this is damn it, dormitory managers coming with a dormitory building…?!

Lin Yi felt a bit overwhelmed. It was like the crew of the Pirates of the Caribbean were in danger, and at the crucial moment, Captain Jack Sparrow burst through the mist to the familiar tune of "He's a Pirate." But after rubbing their eyes, the crew realized that Captain Jack wasn't standing on the mast of the Black Pearl, but on a giant rubber ducky paddle boat.

It was too damn abstract!

Absurd and bizarre!

He felt like he couldn't take it anymore. If he kept staring, his brain would break.

So he quickly averted his gaze, and the afterimage seemed to show him some figures floating in the dynamic diagram, but all those figures were assimilated by the art style, and he couldn't recognize anything except the dormitory building.

But after a while, without Lin Yi needing to restrain himself much, the distorted art style gradually returned to normal, and the slightly deranged world began to leave him...

"Huh?" Lin Yi was slightly stunned, and then he realized that his vision was gradually becoming clearer.

But along with it, the layer of "cloth" that Mu Daxian had laid down also recovered.

He realized something, and when he looked up, he saw that Mu Daxian had indeed returned.

At this moment, Mu Daxian looked a little disheveled, and the fanatical look that had filled his face had somehow turned into doubt and fear, as if he had seen something terrifying.

"Something bad is happening, something bad is happening..." Mu Daxian muttered as he ran, re-stabilized the dead end's "cloth," and then ran back to lean against the wall, panting heavily.

"Brother Xian, are you okay?" Mao Feiyang quickly went up to ask with concern.

Mu Daxian waved his hand: "I'm fine, I just saw something I shouldn't have seen and got scared."

Mao Feiyang really wanted to ask what he had seen, but then he thought that he had already been instilled with "extracurricular knowledge," and if he got any more "extended learning," he would probably have to take this art class whether he wanted to or not.

So he quickly shut his mouth.

Mu Daxian seemed to be still immersed in the scene he had just seen, his eyes flowing with a cold, bright golden light, staring at the void in front of him. When Mao Feiyang didn't talk to him, his thoughts drifted back again.

"Something's wrong..." Mu Daxian's mouth repeatedly muttered this sentence, making Mao Feiyang more and more panicked, but he didn't dare to interrupt him.

The golden light in Mu Daxian's eyes slowly extinguished, and his thoughts gradually returned, but he was still murmuring: "He's been missing for so long... I knew he wouldn't just die like that, but I didn't expect him to appear in this way..."

Mu Daxian's eyes flickered, his voice became lighter and lighter, and then he fell into self-silence.

The atmosphere instantly froze, so much so that the wind, rain, and tremors outside seemed to be imperceptible.

Finally, after who knows how long, Mu Daxian let out a long breath.

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"Never mind, let's sleep."

"I'll report the truth to the teacher tomorrow and see what they do."

"Ugh... damn it."

Mu Daxian punched the wall, then leaned against the wall and sat on the ground, propping his chin with one hand and closing his eyes to doze off.

Mao Feiyang hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "Brother Xian, will sleeping like this cause problems? I heard that you can only sleep in the dormitory..."

"There's no situation worse than this, and what are you afraid of with me here?" Mu Daxian said with his eyes closed, "If you want to rest, rest for a while. If you don't want to rest, stay up all night until dawn, whatever you want."

"..." Mao Feiyang hesitated for a moment, "Okay then."

Mao Feiyang also leaned against the wall...

Soon, Lin Yi's vision blurred. He knew this was the rhythm of a scene change, or maybe it was just that his dream was about to end...

However, the sound of a voice let Lin Yi know that he was still in the dream.

"Little Mao, wake up, don't sleep."

Lin Yi's blurred vision became clear again, and Mu Daxian, who had already packed his drawing board, was in front of him, and then he reached out his hand.

With a thought, the "camera" floated away a little.

It wasn't dawn outside, and the dead end was still dominated by dim light... Lin Yi couldn't figure it out all of a sudden, what time was it?

Mao Feiyang woke up groggily, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and yawned.

"Brother Xian, I'm so sleepy... Is it already dawn?" He rubbed his body. This sitting sleeping position was actually not good, so he was sore and numb all over. It was like he had rested, but he hadn't rested well.

It was like he was tricking himself into thinking he had slept.

"It's almost dawn, let's set off now," Mu Daxian said.

Mao Feiyang vaguely said: "Where to?"

"The cafeteria."

"Ah? Now?"

Mu Daxian nodded, affirming: "Now."

"What time is it now?" Mao Feiyang asked as he got up.

"It should be between 4 and 5 in the morning, sometime before the sun comes out."

"Then the cafeteria isn't open yet, right?"

"It'll be about to open when we get there."

"If we enter the cafeteria at 5:40, take the student commemorative coin from the store as quickly as possible, and then run back, it's possible to catch the 6 o'clock elevator."

"Damn!" Mao Feiyang had a jolt, like he used the power of his gluteus maximus and outer thigh muscles to bounce himself up, like he had been woken up, and instantly widened his eyes.

Not sleepy anymore, not sleepy at all!

"Sounds exciting!"

Mu Daxian nodded: "I didn't plan to do this originally, but given the large amount of information I saw yesterday, I have to go back to the art building early if I have the chance."

"The so-called plan can't keep up with change, that's pretty much what it means."

"Little Mao, are you going?"

"Yes, I have to go!" Mao Feiyang quickly patted his clothes and took the initiative to pick up the cloth bag and hand it to Mu Daxian.

The two quickly walked out of the dead end. As Mu Daxian left, the overwritten dead end twisted and returned to its original appearance as if it had been relieved of its magic.

The two walked forward like this. Mao Feiyang suddenly froze, then rubbed his eyes, and couldn't help but pull on Mu Daxian: "Brother Xian... that, that's?"

He pointed ahead.

The doors of several classrooms in the corridor were open, and some zombie-like pseudo-humans slowly walked out of the classrooms in a line.

"Night walkers and pseudo-humans, we're going to the cafeteria now, we have plenty of time, take a look if you're interested," Mu Daxian shrugged. "I won't have time to take you sightseeing when we come back."

Thanks to the book friends "usjdnshhs" and "Non-existent Green Girl" for their rewards!!