Chapter 971: NO．94：Gravitational Force, Its Name Is Longing

NO．94：Gravitational Force, Its Name Is Longing

Next morning.

In front of the entryway, the girl who had finished pulling at her shoe heel while squatting at the door looked back, gazing at the youth in a sleeping robe with his hands folded into his sleeves.

"Xiao She, do you really not need me to take a day off?"

The youth shook his head.

"Besides, studies come first; my problem may be troublesome, but it's not dangerous, so you can go to school without worry."

"I don't really like going to school either..."

"If I became the reason my grades drop and I fall behind, my aunt and uncle would probably nag me about it."

"They don't really care about me anyway, and they're so pleased with you that there's nothing good to say; they'll only say I'm not good enough for you~!"

"Parents everywhere are like that; they always value other children's excellence more than their own child's goodness, so don't take it to heart."

"It's not like I'm taking it to heart! I'm actually quite popular too!"

The girl, having put on her shoes and picked up her backpack, held her head high and chest out.

"Not hard to see." The youth, who had just lost in the challenge of not looking there, gave a slight nod, coughing twice under the girl's meaningful gaze.

"It's just that adults care more about actual grades; why not get scores this final that are enough to convince them? I'll help you study."

"You just want to tutor me, don't you!"

"I can't deny that, but this really is a good idea, isn't it?"

"A cricket, a little snake! It's just that you're two grades above me!"

"That's already the difference between university and high school, Miss Qian."

"Mm... saying I have delusional disorder, it's basically no different from usual! I'm leaving!"

The girl, huffing and puffing, had just pulled open the door when she heard the youth ask again: "Did you bring your bento?"

She opened her backpack zipper, took a glance, confirmed the lunchbox was indeed inside, then looked toward the smiling youth.

"I'm heading out!"

The girl stepped out and slammed the door shut with a bang.

"Be careful on the road."

Waving under the soft warm light of the entryway, the youth didn't care whether the girl could see him, wearing a helpless smile.

He turned around, intending to return to this empty room where only he remained, but suddenly a radiant scene appeared before him.

It was a page of a screen.

A page suddenly appeared before his eyes, a bizarre screen equipped with a UI interface and plenty of text, constructing a window resembling a communication interface.

My hallucinations are getting stranger and stranger...

He raised his hand, trying to shoo away the hallucination like a fly.

He did indeed succeed.

The light screen vanished under his waving hand, folding in a cross shape, like an old-fashioned TV being shut and collapsing together.

But he also froze for a moment.

Because just before the light screen turned off, he felt as if he had indeed received feedback from touching something.

Such a tactile abnormality was the first time from last night until now.

It could be considered some genuine feeling of a delusional disorder patient... sensory abnormalities... The youth gave a helpless laugh, turned, and walked toward the living room.

Sensory abnormality... He continued to ponder this symptom, then looked out at the still overcast sky, inevitably wondering whether Xiao Qian had brought an umbrella.

She probably did.

Or even if she didn't, she could share with Liuhua and the others?

Gazing at the tall black shadows outside the window, and more so at one agile, darting black shadow weaving through various monsters with its long twin blades, the youth wrestled with whether to go deliver an umbrella, while marveling at how vivid and rich his hallucinations were.

Perhaps I should read less manga and light novels lately...

But since I'm already studying abroad in Japan, should I also restrain the local cultural entertainment industry...? What would I use to kill time then? I can't review textbooks while feeling this conflicted and irritable...

Thinking of that, he turned his head and looked out the window again.

In theory... my mental state like this shouldn't be allowed to go out...

My aunt and uncle also said they'd come by later to check on him, hoping he's alright.

Then he should just stay home honestly, instead of constantly staring out the window at weather unsuitable for going out.

But... I really want to go out...

He gazed at the swaying giant shadows outside the window, instinctively reaching out, but was startled by a clear dripping sound, and upon regaining his senses saw a glass bead rolling to his feet.

It wasn't the common marble with a Mitsubishi pattern kids play with, but a plain, pure-colored glass bead, like one taken from a Ramune soda bottle.

Having picked it up and pinched it in his hand, he lifted it before his eyes, reflecting a blank whiteness.

Having set it down, he saw that the floor-to-ceiling window, far wider than his room's window, was once again filled with the goat-like 'one character' giant pupil.

……

Shock.

Even terror.

He felt he should have reacted this way, and indeed should have suffered such an impact.

But he couldn't even retreat half a step; instead he moved forward, closing the distance by half a step.

That made the noise filling his heart and ears even louder and denser, causing a splitting headache, to the point he had already raised both hands to cover his head.

He really must be ill... Amid the voices nearly drowning his consciousness, this thought flashed through his mind.

Voluntarily choosing to approach that totem that makes him feel worse is practically a defiance of the biological instinct to seek benefit and avoid harm.

Thus, as warmth trickled from his nostrils and his vision blurred, he dialed the emergency number for this country and city.

Immediately, in that dull buzzing, they felt a somewhat distant, unreal pain.

What should he say…

He himself didn't even know what he was saying.

He only felt that his field of vision seemed to have become very low.

Although it was so blurry that nothing could be seen clearly, yet it seemed that only the location of that eye could be felt.

That vast gaze, that emotionless gaze, yet constantly meeting his eyes.

It made him feel utterly indispensable, and in his chest surged an emotion he himself could not comprehend, a deformed feeling.

He didn't know whether to let it be, nor was it clear whether he should close his eyes.

He simply lay prone beside the phone that kept transmitting doubtful sounds, straining to lift his hand toward the monster's eye that exacerbated his 'condition'.

Then, he finally suddenly tensed his body, and went completely limp.

Only after several minutes did the sound of an ambulance arise outside the window.

Meanwhile, the pitch-black figure that had fought fiercely for a day and night, along with the azure flames, gradually began to dim, and its movements grew slow.

Should we temporarily retreat? Yuta-kun.

These enemies are truly unexpectedly tough, aren't they? Even Aomo's power is mixed in among them.

Even Hei'an Telijia is here, so his condition must be dangerous! Should we retreat!!

Withdraw, do you remember him himself saying to be careful of Aomo Lindun? Although it's unclear whether this world also has another him, we have already experienced how troublesome his power becomes when he is an enemy.

As he said that, the crimson lens involuntarily glanced toward a part of the shadow that always covered the sky.

Moreover, merged with other darkness, an invisible outline still stood, not knowing what troublesome enemies lay hidden within; such utterly joyless war of attrition was, for Yalikexisi, boring.

We should withdraw; this darkness is impossible to directly dispel no matter what.

Go find the two Peng-kun, or... go investigate that strange two-legged snake.

They are the only one not existing as a black shadow, and moreover related to Aomo, worth investigating, right?