[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies":3,"chapter-notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-110":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Notes on Kraft Anomalous Studies",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2283588,4467,"Chapter 110","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-110",110,"\u003Cp>Like being stuffed inside the belly of a sunfish, viscous, greasy tangles of information enveloped his senses, interlinking and seeping through his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, conveying an incomprehensible, bizarre state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>William felt himself falling, instinctively gripping Kraft’s arm—but it did nothing to restore his balance; his position remained unchanged, the rocks beneath his feet trembling more violently, yet showing no signs of collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The current change felt like a dream experience: thrashing limbs in a drowsy, falling dream, trying to adjust posture before jolting awake on the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this nightmare showed no sign of ending; he remained in a half-awake state, prolonging this unreal sensation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could see Kraft’s lips moving constantly, shouting something, but his hearing was completely clogged, unable to extract any intelligible words. The scenery appeared as if seen through rippling water—light stretched, mouth shapes distorted, rendering every syllable unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the sensation of falling was unmistakable; as his vision plunged into darkness, William reflexively pushed downward, letting out a scream like one tumbling off a cliff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaah…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Ah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time’s passage was impossible to judge; his palm hit the ground without a crushing impact or broken bones, not even pain—only a simple touch of stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it were merely that, the fall might have been no farther than a stumble—but William still felt an illogical sense of great distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice kept repeating beside his ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his eyes; under the firelight, Kraft’s face glowed blindingly bright. They were still in place, as if only a moment had passed, yet it felt as though they’d lingered in darkness far too long—now, the sudden brightness triggered tears to lubricate their dry eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, his vision had returned to normal; he recognized the lip movement, and after a brief moment of matching sound to shape, he understood: “William, wake up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Personally, I’d be happy to let you sleep a little longer—you’ve done things no well-rested, clear-headed captain should ever do. But something else might not share that sentiment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? What thing?” William glanced nervously around, belatedly realizing everything had fallen still—only fine cracks marred the ground, the change frozen at the brink of destruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing him awake, Kraft released his grip on William’s shoulder, stood, and brushed dust from his pant legs. “Could be that long-faced fellow we just saw—or something worse. Either way, we’re not alone here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hard to explain.” Kraft was pleased William caught the implication—it meant the captain hadn’t lost his wits from the dimensional shift, though explaining the complex relationship remained problematic. “In short, we’re not where we were.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Think of it like a reflection in water—similar to the real object, changing as the object moves, yet never quite the same.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re inside the reflection?” As expected, William struggled to comprehend; without corresponding sensory reference, he couldn’t grasp the process directly—like describing speech to a deaf-mute, only indirectly understood through feeling the throat’s vibration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraft had wanted to say, “Just understand the meaning,” but William clearly didn’t, and Kraft himself wasn’t entirely sure either. His spiritual senses only helped him “know that it is,” but “knowing why” would demand untold time, effort, and perhaps more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sighing now would only further drain their dwindling morale; he opted for a lighter approach: “Stay close to me. I’ve never tried finding someone here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, William’s focus didn’t align with his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A… wizard!” He’d even corrected himself mid-sentence, realizing “heretic” carried too negative a connotation, switching to a folk term instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be honest, it wasn’t much better; in his grandfather’s collection of scattered anecdotes, “wizard” was often paired with “poison” and “evil sorcery.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there were a family portrait of archetypal villains, this identity would stand center stage—or at least second place, peering half-out from behind the leader’s hood, revealing a sly, sinister profile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A neutral term would be “spellcaster”—literally, a user of supernatural power. Most often, simply the word choice in texts revealed whether the writer sat on a church bench—or belonged on the interrogation chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But William’s tone suggested he wasn’t repelled by wizards—quite the opposite, even excited, momentarily overshadowing his awareness of danger: “Like someone who can walk into a mirror?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Honestly, lately I’ve been reading with Yeguo Reading—switching sources, multiple voice options, works on both Android and iOS.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, of course not… Fine, call it that if it helps.” This was a widely circulated legend: wizards could step into mirrors, reaching out bony fingers from another world to snatch victims washing their faces before the mirror at midnight. “If that helps you understand our current situation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike William, who had just awakened, Kraft had to remain alert, unable to waste time pondering unnecessary matters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no stopwatches here; he estimated time by counting his own heartbeats—over eight hundred had passed since arrival, but initial tension had elevated his pulse; subtracting for that, the true count was lower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roughly ten minutes had elapsed. Staying put was no longer wise. Past experience showed that in the depths, one was always the one being hunted; it was hard not to suspect those things possessed unknown tracking abilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad he’d had to wait for William to wake—delayed too long. “Take this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraft handed the torch to William, silently drew his sword—he had ample experience facing them when they came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You must notice the most subtle shifts—the first drop of rain striking a stainless steel roof, a precursor, followed by a dense patter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the fine stitching of buttons being fastened, to the sharp tip striking rock, the sounds rose and fell, drawing nearer, growing denser, more chaotic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dull ears couldn’t detect their approach, still lulled by the false security of warm flame—the rustling of footsteps over gravel would erase any chance of early warning. “Then why didn’t you use this… magic earlier?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>William was still asking, oblivious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As an observer, Kraft now understood how they’d been caught: jolted awake by close-range impact, unprepared, colliding with those face-wearing things, lured inward by some mechanism like the crawling White Light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Quiet. Listen closely.” He took a deep breath, ensured his clarity, and assumed his stance, waiting for it to appear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With William’s reaction speed, he wouldn’t notice anything until the first face surfaced—the continuous, chilling sound of limbs touching ground would no longer resemble a crab’s leisurely stroll over rocks, but the countless legs of a centipede.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraft studied the face—it held no familiar trace. It wasn’t any of the crew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was coarser, marked by the enduring imprint of rock and earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the second, the third face—blisters rising grotesquely from the dark curtain. By the fourth, even Kraft’s expression changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darkness boiled; sharp or spiky structures tentatively probed the circle of light. Invisible changes unfolded within—broad, flat faces emerged one after another, bearing unmistakable local features, twisted yet unmistakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now you know why I hate coming here?”\u003C\u002Fp>",1138,"2026-06-20T02:15:55.761Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","2abe1aa235820944e314b0a2b1c9a003b70f4fd3df9676be367e9fdd77ec87cf","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-111","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-109",406,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fnotes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-cover.jpg"]