Chapter 515: NO.98: Campus Invaded by Aliens and Demons

NO. 98: Campus Invaded by Aliens and Demons

xx middle school……

xx security bureau……

xx record company……

What met the eye was nothing but buildings with vague signs, and the overly empty streets; the Metelong alien advanced silently, occasionally also hearing the video sound projected onto the screens of distant skyscrapers.

On the seemingly unmonitored screens, everything was being played.

Sometimes it was silent and unchanging, like a still picture of an outdoor scene; sometimes no one appeared, just a rough animation song PV.

Don't wake up, don't wake up

Those lyrics seemed to have a hidden meaning, preventing the Metelong alien from calmly appreciating the song titled Chilly Train.

Felt inexplicable irritation; even this rain was like that.

He extended his arm wrapped in tentacles, opened his palm to feel the raindrops striking it.

The fine, sparse raindrops had a tangible presence, yet the tiny liquid accumulating in his palm felt almost weightless.

The intangible illusion, like a dreamy bubble.

He ought to feel doubtful, ought to express skepticism, ought to recall everything.

But he couldn't recall anything; even this inexplicable irritation and strangeness merely tormented him briefly before vanishing completely.

Because he had spotted a building that likewise lacked a name, yet seemed to draw him from the depths of his heart.

xxxxx academy.

Despite considerable greenery, not only the passage before the school gate had long evergreen trees as roadside decoration, but inside the campus one could also vaguely see the scenery of groves.

Such buildings stood in the huge screen advertisements, yet were never marked with an address.

But he had already stepped forward, as if already familiar.

——

"Mr. Lin Dun, are you sure you really don't need help?"

The rift in the world, thousands of kilometers away in the half-space where even a seafood alien wouldn't notice, let alone actually look and see.

Here it was exactly dawn, clear skies for thousands of miles without clouds, where one could see the tiny urban outline below, the rivers, and the sea of trees.

It looked… like Anmei District.

The hideous demon hung from a single arm beneath a black-and-red colored fighter jet.

It vaguely resembled a Pegasus-shaped Kongwo hanging on a Gelaimu, but in proportion this jet was obviously far too large.

However, this 2.6-meter-tall demon hadn't become miniature anywhere.

"I hope you will help me via extradimensional communication..." And when he saw that the distant scenery seemed indeed to be contracting, the black flame flowing in his eye sockets showed obvious fluctuation: "Cut the small talk, I'm taking action first, switch to long-distance communication."

"... Alright." Likewise noticing the anomaly at the world's edge, the hovering jet made a slight ascent within the rift.

And the demon, having let go, fell straight to the ground in free fall from an altitude of ten thousand meters.

But this wasn't him seeking thrills, for the black flame in his eye sockets was already weakly fluttering in the high-speed airflow.

That is the closed-eye characteristic of this posture.

He had closed his eyes, comparing the spatial structure of this world with that of the original world, seeking a still-applicable teleportation coordinate formula.

Using Jialatelong's computing power, supplemented by Mifeilasi's transmission ability, before experiencing the overload of super-strong G-forces on the wings and even the whole body, he opened his eyes; the fierce black flame was not a soaring fighting spirit, but shock and astonishment.

Nevertheless, he did not forget to transmit, avoiding the preposterous accident excuse.

"Hey hey hey, can you hear me? Mr. Lin Dun."

"I can hear, Jie Si Ti Si, I have a question."

"Oh? Do you need help already so quickly?" The super agent wasn't surprised; communicating through the screen to give youths clarification was like playing the senior with a 'grid' column, which made him extremely excited: "Ask away! I'll answer everything I know."

"Thanks, then I ask—is the basic structure of this new world a complete copy of reality?"

"Yes! Almost a complete copy; those officers' speculation is that these aliens are to simulate future attack facilities—in fact, not only the federation, but the entire world beyond Earth is also a one-to-one copy, simulating an entire solar system, but now…"

"It has contracted down to just Earth, but the speed seems to be getting slower." Aomo interfaced calmly.

"Yes, after the mainframe halted, the entire data world should collapse, but now it seems to be condensing instead."

"It sounds like something is about to be gestated, or like an old phone with only 5% battery barely holding on…" the demon sighed, scrutinizing this familiar stretch of road.

I vaguely recall that the last time I saw it, it was still just a dream.

But when standing in the rain, the tangled memory was still that ancient reality.

A young child stood before the forest of skyscrapers, as if able to briefly block even sunlight, leaving only the large screen flashing with an extremely unreasonable design concept.

Even now, their positions remain just as they were in the past.

Only the broadcast content has become strange things, as if trying to drag him back into that absurd dream.

No one, only sound; no living beings, only mechanical operation.

Like a half-finished game lacking materials, it had merely done a basic stage.

And this basic stage……

He raised his head, looking at the screen that had always been a bit noisy.

「somethingsofarfrommyview」/Some things I completely cannot see

「icantholditthoughiwantedto」/I cannot bear it, even though I really want to do this

「ahalwayshandsstaydrippingwithrain」/My hands are always covered in rain

「nevergainedasenseofthingsihadtoface」/I never realized what I had to face

The swift male voice sang thus, the empty screen's lower right corner bore the singer and producer's credit: willstetson/yuigot.

It looked like a broadcast of some new song.

At another time, he would greatly appreciate such a remix.

Dao Ye Yun's Lost Umbrella/lostumbre has been given a brand new style; its clear, rapid delivery also highlights the specialness of his singing, and it could easily be added to his regular playlist.

But at this moment.

In this light drizzle……

"whatidendupdroppingsomeday"/Someday I will let go of everything.

"thewaythedrizzleknows"/The feeling of a fine, misty rain.

"tosoakmyeyeswithinitsflow"/Let my eyes be immersed in the music.

"mybreathisdampened"/My breath is suppressed.

"tilitchokesmythroatwithinitshold"/Until it chokes my throat.

Standing there for a moment, the demon, his whole body steaming, suddenly asked again: "Mr. Jie Si Ti Si, will there be a world that revolves around a single person?"

When he asked this question, he actually already had an answer in mind.

A living answer is right in his office, constantly with him.

But to prove his hypothesis, he clearly still needs more evidence.

"Yes, but that usually requires sufficiently extreme emotion and strong power to intervene in a non‑material world."

"Speaking of power…" came the demon's voice from the mist: "Those who simulate constancy as hosts often have unbelievable abilities that are quite normal, and they usually lack self‑awareness."

"As for emotion…"

A red light flashed in the mist, and the demon's gaze locked onto the location of the Western District.

This world is empty beyond description; amidst the silence lies absurdity.

But aside from that, everything is merely the traces and shadow of some person.

——

No.

No.

No.

The empty academy, the noisy rain, the void of perception……

Not knowing at all what they are subconsciously seeking, the Meite Long Star People walk the plaza, walk the corridors, walk the teaching building.

There were no posters, no schedules, not even any duty roster or bulletin board traces; even the small fountain in front of the plaza was gone, along with the three sculptures' locations.

Clearly this is what he hoped for, yet it was never granted.

The shut‑down server not only lacks the capacity to generate more leeway, it is even being progressively compressed.

His instinctive search is doomed to come up empty; failing to find his target, he is little better than a walking corpse.

Naturally, entering the teaching building with his appearance, he would easily be seen as a dangerous intruder.

And now, an even more 'dangerous' intrusion has silently arrived.

Countless squares coalesced into a hideous demon that appeared at the school gate and stepped inside.

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