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Chapter 80 - 80 80 All interpretive rights belong to Chess Herald

80: Chapter 80 All interpretive rights belong to Chess Herald.

80: Chapter 80 All interpretive rights belong to Chess Herald.

In this enigmatic Outer Dimension, being attacked by that mutant demon hadn’t exceeded Wang Yunxiao’s expectations.

If it were him, he would have done the same.

Taking out Chen Yan and Little Gourd, the others could only grope around where they stood.

The risk of “jump in and behead” existed alongside its rewards, an essential tactic that couldn’t be ignored.

Even in later generations, when facing an imaginary enemy army that completely disregarded martial ethics, unleashing a barrage of tactical nuclear missiles before you could even disembark, you wouldn’t have many options but to try taking a gamble on beheading the enemy command.

After a fierce battle, that disgusting thing died a fragmented death, and our side, too, suffered heavy casualties.

It may seem like only Gangtou, Eryang, and Wang Yunxiao took turns as the main attackers, but in truth, others suffered plenty as well.

The garrison soldiers could form an array to share the damage, significantly reducing the pain the curse of Human-Faced Sores inflicted on themselves.

Without the protection of such formation, the fate of that ordinary student behind Chen Yan was clear; just because Little Gourd was slightly slow to react and didn’t clean up in time, the person nearly died a torturous death from the Human-Faced Sores.

Now that the battle had finally ended, Gangtou collapsed onto the ground, gave Wang Yunxiao a goofy smile, and then passed out with a tilt of his head.

His body was covered with wounds left from excising the Human-Faced Sores; had he not been robust, he would have bled to death.

However, the urgent matter at hand wasn’t to treat his wounds but to understand the rules of this world.

Only the Chess Herald could provide an accurate and objective description of this world’s operating principles.

Therefore, the prerequisite for cultivating the Chess Herald Dharma Gate was to accumulate a rich reserve of knowledge.

If your language skills aren’t up to par, even writing an essay would be a challenge.

Chen Yan, clutching her violently thumping heart, took a deep breath to force herself to calm down and began to speak slowly, “This is a mirrored dimension, connected to both the Real World and Dreamland.”

“Our school has been replicated into this world, but there are only buildings, no students.”

She turned to look at the students behind her: “These are our classmates from the Real World, students of this school, but unlike us, they entered this dimension while they were dreaming.”

Ah… hold on, let me wrap my head around this.

Wang Yunxiao frowned and pondered.

“You mean to say we are awake, while they are sleepwalking?”

No wonder this group of students seemed to have a strange sense of incongruity.

Though they showed panic, the effect still didn’t seem genuine, like watching Sadako climb out of a well through a television screen.

“On nights with a full moon, the Real World connects to the Outer Dimension, but ordinary people are completely unaware.

Only a very few can traverse from Dreamland.

Because relative to the barrier between the Real World and Outer Dimension, the barrier between Dreamland and the Outer Dimension is almost negligible.”

Right, people with stronger immunities tend to exhibit more pronounced symptoms when encountering a virus.

This was an analogy Wang Yunxiao could understand.

Though it might not be correct.

But their mission was never to explore the truth of this world from the start.

All they needed to do was accept the Chess Herald’s explanation.

“This is my dream,” Chen Yan said, turning to look at the students behind her.

Dreamland is fake, so upon waking, one remains where they were.

The sunlight in the dream is also fake, hence ineffective against demons and evil spirits.

Having just entered Youtiao’s dream, Wang Yunxiao could grasp what Chen Yan was trying to convey.

The question was…

were these students real or fake?

Or rather, how does one determine the boundary between authenticity and falsity?

“They are real; they were drawn here by the light of the fire I ignited,” Chen Yan said softly.

“If we ignore them, they might not face any issues and will simply wake up feeling as if they had a nightmare.

But it’s also possible that…”

Her gaze shifted to the student who had been ravaged by the Human-Faced Sore.

The entire piece of skin on his chest had fallen off, exposing the raw, bloody flesh underneath.

It looked as if he had been mauled by a wild beast, even his internal organs were ripped apart and mushy.

Even though the Human-Faced Sore had been removed, the damage it had caused was still torturing him beyond endurance.

He lay on the ground, his eyes filled with bloodshot lines, staring intently at the people in front of him who still had the energy to chat and talk, as if they were the enemies who had hurt him.

That angry and malicious gaze made Chen Yan’s limbs feel ice cold.

She could see that the student had already been eroded by the feedback, and even after waking from the dream, the pain and hatred would cling to him like an incurable disease.

Just like she had been at the beginning…

There was no logic to it, it was simply bad luck for whoever encountered it.

In fact, it wasn’t just the students she had saved.

On his way here, Wang Yunxiao had also come across many people, but he didn’t interfere since he couldn’t make sense of the situation in the darkness.

Even if he wanted to help, he couldn’t.

These matters were beyond their ability to deal with.

Chen Yan activated the secret technique of Chess Herald, lighting the Torchfire to enter Dreamland in just a flash.

Only a few students were drawn to it, while the majority were still trapped in the darkness, clueless.

Having understood the current situation, Wang Yunxiao quickly made a checklist in his mind.

First, find Guozi and the others.

Second, see what Third Master Ding is doing.

Third, if there’s time and energy to spare, try to get the lay of the land.

Fourth, grab the bucket and run.

At this point, Wang Yunxiao turned to Little Gourd and asked, “How much of that monster’s corpse have you collected?”

He didn’t know exactly how Little Gourd was collecting these contaminants, he just saw her scribbling away in her notebook and the flesh and blood of the corpses disappearing.

The Daily Records teaching material he had seen didn’t include this part.

“Let me check…”

Little Gourd moved her sore wrist and flipped back to the previous page of her notebook.

“About…

this much?”

She gestured with her hand, the rough size of a head.

“That’s it?”

Wang Yunxiao was astonished.

What a trash drop rate, looking like a BOSS but giving me 25 silver after I spent one blue and two big reds?

Not even a green item?

Is that a joke!

All of a sudden, he realized, holy shit, could it be possible?

How did this thing get in here?

According to what Chen Yan had just said, there are two ways to enter this world.

One, like them, is to enter consciously while awake.

The other is to be pulled in while dreaming.

Could it be…

After all our painstaking effort, were we just hitting thin air?

Although he didn’t want to believe it, he couldn’t help but accept the possibility because Wang Yunxiao always felt that this battle had ended too quickly, as if something was missing.

The Lotus Seed Pod Monster didn’t show the intelligence it should have…

or rather, more precisely, it didn’t display that cunning nature of immediately fleeing when things went south, which it had shown in the Real World.

In short, it wasn’t Old Six enough.

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