Chapter 297: Dimensional Wall

When several people were discussing, Ying Duo remained silent beside them.

Have the Church and the authorities reached cooperation? Can a space-type aberrant arts practitioner transport supplies between the two worlds back and forth?

That is to say, through some special means, things from the game can be brought into reality?

Yang Yixie recalled that many people had said Ying Duo's game backpack likely involved space law—did that mean he could retrieve items in reality?

Once this idea arose, it began to spread like wildfire.

The game world contains far too many things that transcend ordinary reality—miraculous potions, materials imbued with special energy, and possibly even certain knowledge or technology...

If they could be obtained and brought to reality, their value would be immeasurable.

Especially when thinking of potions that could easily heal injuries, Yang Yixie's heartbeat quickened involuntarily; perhaps these things could benefit his mother's increasingly frail body.

But immediately after that came a bucket of cold water poured over his head.

Yang Yixie immediately realized a fundamental problem: he was completely different from the other "players."

Those "undead" are souls that directly entered that world, occupying the bodies in the game world, personally experiencing and using that world's power system.

Their awakened "space aberrant art" is a product of that world's laws, inherently compatible with the two-world passage.

And what about him?

Yang Yixie has always controlled Ying Duo through the screen and keyboard.

He can call up the game system, open the backpack interface, perform various operations—but all of this is limited to that pixel-constructed virtual world.

And Yang Yixie cannot sense any "energy" in reality, nor summon items out of thin air; Ying Duo's abilities are forever separated from him by an insurmountable "dimensional wall."

This makes him, in a sense, safer than those players immersed in danger, but it also means he is more strictly confined—

He is merely an "observer" and "controller," not a true "participant."

Perhaps...... he needs to find some kind of "medium"?

Or trigger a deeper "connection"?

If the boundary between "reality" and the "game" is not as solid as he imagined, could his consciousness also enter that world?

Doing so might put him in danger, yet it could let him truly grasp what he needs.

While Yang Yixie was pondering the feasibility here, Shen Zexi and Qi Hengyu also finally recovered from the massive influx of information.

Shen Zexi gathered his thoughts, turning toward Qi Hengyu and Ying Duo.

"Let's go—we'll first treat Ying Duo's injuries, then...... head to the Chen family."

No matter how many stormy waves lie hidden behind the world, the road before them still must be taken step by step.

Qi Hengyu also nodded heavily; the shock he received might be more direct than Shen Zexi's, after all, "soul replacement" sounds utterly chilling.

Perhaps one day in the future, his soul too will be squeezed out of this body by the so-called "undead," and then simply dissipate.

Shen Zexi also understood why the Church wanted to prepare before notifying; for those living in this world, "loss" had long been a norm.

The threat of mutation is everywhere; from the time they gain understanding, people subconsciously prepare for the possibility that someone nearby might suddenly mutate or never return.

The appearance of these "undead" is almost a natural disaster on par with mutation.

Yesterday still sharing a meal and chat with you, relatives and friends wake up to find their insides transformed into a "foreign soul" with similar memories but utterly unfamiliar...

This cognitive destruction may be harder to accept than mere death or mutation.

Even if it's him from a parallel world—even if his experiences and actions overlap greatly—he is still not that familiar person.

But what makes Shen Zexi ponder even more is something else.

Although only a few words were spoken, the world those "undead" originally lived in should have been a peaceful, prosperous "Old World" untouched by the great cataclysm.

Then what could be the source of the "mutation" permeating their world?

Could it...... also have seeped and spread in a similar manner from some "other realm" unknown to them?

This speculation is chilling.

Fortunately, the Church is now conducting an investigation into it.

They have only just enrolled at Mitra Academy for a short time; although they are growing quickly, they still appear utterly powerless against the looming crisis that comes even faster.

Perhaps they could someday reach great heights, but if they die before then, any talent would be empty talk.

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Outside the car window, the nightscape of Tianmian City receded at high speed, neon and shadows alternating across the glass, reflecting on the varied expressions of the faces inside.

The ripples raised in his heart by the possibility of bringing game items into reality lingered long without subsiding, yet the "dimensional wall" looming ahead remained starkly clear.

He needed more concrete clues, or...... a genuine "attempt"?

Yang Yixie silently took out his phone and began frantically messaging that previous customer service.

Since they could provide the PC version's installer, asking for a bit more—a holographic game version—wouldn't be too much, would it?

At the very least, he had to extract some information from that so-called customer service.

For example, what is this customer service's identity?

With time distortions already appearing, it surely couldn't be a grand gift package from his future self to his past self, could it?

And couldn't he stop speaking in riddles?

If my future self knows a thing or two, what's me getting into danger? My mother's health is far more important than this.

Yang Yixie silently crossed out that possibility; such a scenario might exist in novels, but given his self-knowledge, it's unlikely.

A brief silence fell in the cabin; Shen Zexi gazed at the scenery flashing past the window, then suddenly spoke to break this eerie quiet.

"Mr. Min, His Holiness the Pope seemed to have deliberately asked you an extra question just now—are you very concerned about the situation over at the Chen family?"

The Pope's attention is certainly not without purpose.

And given how much Min Tianyou cared about the developments at the Chen family, he actually ran alongside them to the ground for that long/

Min Tianyou in the driver's seat glanced at Shen Zexi through the rearview mirror, then fell silent for a few seconds.

"The specific situation of the Chen family is still under investigation, but what has made me, as well as the Supervision Bureau and Church higher-ups, pay special attention, is the poison that afflicted Patriarch Chen Xiaoshuang."

"Or rather, it's the maker of that poison."

"Few people have truly seen Feng Hou, but behind many seemingly unrelated events, one can faintly see her moving the chess pieces."

He took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.

"Including....... my sister's death."