Chapter 147

Welt Yang, Himeko, Acheron, and Dan Heng were all nowhere to be seen.

It was as if she and Stelle had fallen into a crack in the corridor and dropped into another layer of space.

"Oh no..." March 7th trembled all over: "We've been separated."

Stelle, holding the trash can in one hand and the baseball bat in the other, stood beside March 7th, cautiously looking at the dark corridor around them.

The lights flickered again, and Dennis's head, with its withered paper bag, appeared once more before Stelle and March 7th.

Stelle swung the baseball bat in her hand toward Dennis's head, but the bat hit Dennis's head as if it had hit a soft, mushy piece of rotting meat, causing no damage to Dennis at all.

March 7th also shot arrows carrying Six-Phased Ice at Dennis's feet.

But Dennis's feet passed through the ice blocks out of thin air, completely unaffected.

He seemed to be able to distort the dreamscape to a certain extent, or perhaps this corridor itself was an extension of him, following his command.

The surrounding walls squirmed, and tentacles stretched toward Stelle and March 7th.

"Become a guest of Penacony, join us, and enjoy the eternal carnival!"

A giggling laugh came from Dennis's paper-bag head.

But suddenly, his footsteps stopped in place.

Slash————————

Behind March 7th and Stelle, the darkness at the end of the corridor was suddenly torn apart by sword light.

Thunder light slashed through the corridor, crushing the tentacles stretching out from the walls.

Acheron took a step forward; amidst the rippling water, her eyes were stained with blood-red.

The katana was unsheathed silently, and the shadow of Nihility appeared in the sweet dream.

... 340...

"Hmm?" Sunday slowly raised his eyes and looked toward the depths of the Reverie Hotel.

"The shadow of Nihility..." he murmured in a low voice.

"... Cackle cackle..." A low, dry, mocking laugh came from the depths of the room.

Aventurine, who was hung on the wall, raised his eyes, which had only a hint of luster left.

"Chicken wings... cough cough cough, it seems something beyond your expectations has occurred."

"Four point five billion years, the accumulation of the existence and void of billions of people, a long and cold eternal trend of thought, even the shadow of Nihility cannot cover it." Sunday withdrew his gaze from the Reverie Hotel and looked at Aventurine behind him.

"I actually admire you a bit; hung here for four point five billion years, you still have the spirit to mock me."

"It's a pity..."

Sunday murmured in a low voice:

"A king once asked a shepherd: How many seconds are there in eternity?"

"The shepherd told him, there is a diamond mountain that takes one hour to climb over and one hour to go around."

"Every hundred years, a time bird will fly over to sharpen its beak on the diamond mountain, and then fly back on its return journey."

"When the next hundred years arrive, the time bird will fly over again to continue grinding this diamond mountain."

"Only when the entire diamond mountain is worn flat will the first second of eternity have just passed."

143. 【Eternal Empire】

The sword light stained with Nihility shredded Dennis's body; his figure became thin and hazy under Acheron's katana, and finally dissipated into the void.

Acheron exhaled lightly, and the blood-stained katana returned to its sheath.

"So... so strong..." Seeing Acheron kill Dennis with just one strike, this scene made March 7th unable to help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

"Is this an Emanator of Nihility?" Welt Yang, standing behind Acheron, praised in a low voice.

When March 7th and Stelle were dragged into another corridor by Dennis, Acheron pulled out the katana at her waist without hesitation, directly tearing the entire hotel corridor, shattering the dreamscape itself, and finding Stelle and March 7th in the depths of the dreamscape.

"It's really great to have a big shot leading us." March 7th wiped the sweat from her forehead caused by tension and sighed.

"Hmm?" Acheron frowned slightly at this moment.

She seemed to have sensed something, placed her finger on the katana at her waist, and looked at the place where Dennis had just disappeared...

"What's wrong? Miss Acheron?" Welt Yang asked in a low voice, his gaze following Acheron's.

Then, his pupils contracted slightly.

The memory substance in the void continuously gathered, condensed, and settled together, forming a human shape.

That withered yellow paper-bag face appeared again under the hazy lights of the hotel corridor, and the creepy cartoon smile on it looked at the Astral Express members...

Dennis had reappeared in the hotel corridor.

"What..." Welt Yang hurriedly gripped the cane in his hand.

"He... he's alive?!" March 7th retreated a step in terror, raised the longbow in her hand, and said with fear.

"Giggle giggle..." A creepy, giggling laugh came from Dennis's throat: "Look, the carnival will never end, never!"

Following Dennis's giggling laughter, hazy figures appeared behind Dennis.

Those were the waiters in the hotel lobby; their mouths all carried perfect and happy smiles, looking gently at the Astral Express members.

This made the Astral Express members' hair stand on end, feeling creepy.

Acheron gently placed her finger on her waist.

However, Welt Yang shook his head slightly, signaling Acheron not to be impulsive.

These residents in the dreamscape could not be completely eliminated even by the sword light of Nihility,

or rather, they had already been eliminated, but the memory substance in the dreamscape had reshaped a Dennis.

Acting rashly without grasping the intelligence might instead lead to falling into a quagmire.

"Miss Acheron, let's demonstrate the characteristic skills of our Astral Express pioneer squad next."

March 7th stood up and patted the dirt off her body, saying.

"Characteristic skills?" Acheron cast a puzzled look.

"At this time, it really should be..." Stelle nodded in agreement...

"Run!!!"

In the Golden Hour, in a hotel,

the hotel waiters had dry, happy smiles on their mouths, mechanically repeating their work.

Even though there was no one left to dine, repeating their past work was one of the few actions they could take to maintain the meaning of their own existence.

In the first hundred years, people quickly broke free from confusion, laughing and talking in the dreamscape, indulging in pleasure.

Those hundred years were constant balls and singing, various exquisite delicacies and art.

In the subsequent thousand years, people gradually grew tired of the most ordinary pleasures and began to pursue gluttony and extreme enjoyment.

Ten thousand years later, food, singing, and dancing could no longer stimulate people's nerves; people began to engage in various crazy sexual acts, spending ten thousand years in promiscuity.

At one hundred thousand years, the vast majority of pleasures had faded; tongues could not taste the deliciousness of food, ears could not hear the melody of music, the five senses felt only dull and boring, art became old and shabby, even the pleasure of sexual acts became not worth mentioning; people began to pursue the pleasure brought by neuro-drugs.

But the stimulation of drugs did not allow people to last until the end of the first million years.

All stimulation could not bring happiness; the past memories filled with pleasure became void and heavy.

People began to try to commit suicide crazily, but the dreamscape was a perfect utopia; no one could obtain death from it.

Let alone death, even peaceful sleep could not be achieved; people could not fall asleep in the dream.

After this, there were the boring, cold, and long four point five billion years.

People gradually became puppets that only repeated past behaviors, attempting to obtain some meaning from constant repetitive behaviors.

The chef kept making delicacies over and over again, even though there was no one left to eat them.

The singer played music over and over again, even though all combinations of musical notes had been exhausted.

The waiter shuttled between dining tables over and over again, serving customers that did not exist.

However, the hotel waiters did not notice that today, something different from the four point five billion years of boring, repetitive years had happened.

A guest visited this hotel in the Golden Hour; He walked, sat at a dining table by the window, and looked at the neon-shining streets outside the window.

A meal taken from the kitchen was placed before Him.

He tasted it delicately, tasting the perfect food created by the dreamscape chef over four point five billion years.

The waiters turned a blind eye to this man, as if He did not exist at all.

Zhou Xuan put down the knife and fork in his hand and looked at the sky above the end of the street outside the window, at the grand theater where the lights were flickering.

"Little guy, do you think this is called eternity?"

"Actually wanting to obtain eternity from the deity of Finality?"