ebonymovies Chapter 645 The Wrong 'Door'
Chapter 645 The Wrong 'Door'
Chapter 645 The Wrong 'Door'
Vera's chest heaved violently, each breath accompanied by an uncontrollable tremor of ecstatic joy.
It worked!
She really succeeded!
Even in countless desperate escapes, in countless near-death experiences of being torn apart by monsters and swept away by the turbulent currents of time and space, the tiny spark of hope deep within her heart now transformed into a wildfire of ecstasy, igniting her entire being.
She laughed, not a smile, not a chuckle, but a hysterical laugh that burst forth from the depths of her throat, from the very source of her soul, a laugh filled with the immense ecstasy of surviving a catastrophe.
"Ah...ha...hahaha!!"
His voice was hoarse and distorted, yet filled with unparalleled excitement.
Tears mingled with the grime on her face, but she didn't care. Instead, she raised her tear-stained and filthy face high, as if to present her happiest and most fulfilling side to this void, to this cruel witness of fate.
She lowered her head, her fingers, covered with tiny wounds, gently stroking the mechanical photo frame that had been opened and contained the old woman's image, with an almost reverent tenderness.
"Grandma...Grandma!" Vera's voice was still stuttering, but it was filled with an unprecedented, triumphant joy, like a child who had completed the most difficult task and was eagerly awaiting praise. "See...see...did you? I...I did it, really...really...got through!"
The old woman in the photo now has a clear and vivid smile of contentment on her originally gentle and serene face.
That smile was filled with indescribable love and pride, and even a sense of...relief that everything had settled.
The way she looked at Vera was like looking at a warrior who had accomplished the greatest feat.
Vera's face shone even brighter after receiving the old woman's affirmation.
She asked eagerly, her voice trembling with excitement, "Is...is it...?"
Wearing...wearing through here...and...you really can...go to that place...where there's no pain...no...no of those things...
A terrifying world of gods...a world of deities? Just like...you said...like that? Is it...really?"
The old woman in the photo seemed to have a deeper, more subtle meaning in her contented smile.
She nodded very solemnly and forcefully.
Her lips even parted slightly, and although no sound came out, Vera could almost hear her reply.
"Yes, child, beyond here lies the other shore, where there is no shadow of the gods of the ages, no endless cycle of suffering... That is the true land of hope."
The old woman's gaze fell upon the singularity behind Vera, which was swirling with purplish-black vortexes. Her eyes became distant and complex, as if she were recalling an extremely long and arduous journey.
Her finger lightly touched the mechanical edge of the picture frame in the image.
"Back then, my soul passed through a crack" and arrived here... Unfortunately, at that time, I had no body to carry me... I could only rely on this mechanical photo frame that I found by chance, which contains special spacetime properties.
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Her gaze returned to Vera, filled with expectation and encouragement.
"But you are different, child. You have a body, you have strength. You carried me through the most dangerous core. You did what I couldn't. Now, all that's needed is the final step: to send us all into that crevice together, so that it can open the door to our homeland for us."
"Hope...a land of hope!" Vera's eyes shone like stars; the old woman's words were like the sweetest divine decree, completely igniting all the flames of hope within her. "Then...my...my sister...can...also...come...again...alive?"
"Yes, child... There are many, many amazing people in my homeland. They have accomplished in a few decades what others have taken hundreds of years to achieve. I believe they will definitely find a way to heal your sister."
Upon hearing this, Vera's eyes reddened. All the pain, fear, and sacrifice she had endured transformed into a ticket to her homeland. She hugged the photo frame that held all her dreams tightly, as if it were the whole world.
Outside the barrier, Tang Zijun and Chang Lei witnessed this heartwarming yet chilling scene.
Chang Lei's face was ashen, the edges of his tattered white tuxedo fluttering even without wind. He stared intently at his mother's contented smile in the photo, his nails digging deep into his palms, blood dripping silently.
Their gazes clashed violently amidst the chaotic temporal storm. Without a word, that instantaneous exchange of glances conveyed their thoughts.
All the clues, at this moment, seemed to be connected by invisible threads, pointing to a cold and cruel truth.
Chang Lei's mother and the stuttering girl Vera want to use this rift to travel through time. Their goal is to escape this wasteland world, shrouded in the shadow of the Epoch Gods and filled with pain, and go to the legendary land of hope, a world without pain and without the Epoch Gods—the real world.
but...
Tang Zijun and Chang Lei's hearts sank to the bottom, and an indescribable sigh rose up their spines.
They knew how it would end.
Because they found Zorin's corrupted mechanical head in the dream world.
In the database of the Magic Bureau in the real world, there is absolutely no record of any soul or matter from an unknown world successfully crossing over to the real world. Although the Magic Bureau's monitoring network is not omnipotent, it is impossible for such a cross-dimensional event involving powerful energy and special beings to go unnoticed.
Therefore, the only explanation is...
"They failed." Tang Zijun's voice was so low it was almost swallowed by the turbulent current. "Or rather... they... went to the wrong door."
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Chang Lei's face was contorted beneath the mask, his bloodshot pupils churning with a torrent of horror, pain, and rage.
He stared intently at Vera, who was still ecstatic inside the barrier, clutching the photo frame and dreaming of her new home. Then he looked at the kindly smiling mother in the photo, his teeth clenched so tightly they made a clicking sound.
Tang Zijun's gaze pierced through the barrier and landed on the girl who looked exactly like the one in his memory. Although the girl had grown up quite a bit, he was certain that this was the girl in Suolin's distress message.
"This isn't a passage to the real world at all, and this rift... it doesn't connect to some painless world... it leads to..."
"—The dream world!" Chang Lei's voice was hoarse as he continued Tang Zijun's deduction, each word sounding like a blood clot squeezed out of his throat.
Vera and the soul of her mother in her arms, what they thought was a "path home" and a "gate of hope," were actually a dead end leading to a nightmare abyss.
On the other side of this rift lies that bizarre, rule-broken, dream-dimensional realm filled with endless nightmares and pollution.
Moreover, their transmigration had no destination whatsoever. Suolin's mechanical head was the best example. The moment they transmigrated, they were thrown into the dream world by spatial turbulence. What awaited them was not some paradise, but rather a terrifying corner of the dream world.
Their bodies, their souls, and even the mechanical photo frame in her hand that houses Chang Lei's mother, could all become new nourishment and twisted creations of the abyss of dreams.
"...No!" Chang Lei suddenly grabbed Tang Zijun's arm, staring intently at him. "I want to go back! Back to the dream world right now!"