novelTele Chapter 435 Illusion
Chapter 435 Illusion
The syllables are obscure and difficult to understand, lacking inflection, pauses, and emotion.
Like flowing water, like blowing wind, like the passage of time.
It doesn't require you to understand it; it's simply—penetrating.
It seeps into the ears, into the scalp, into the bones, and into the deepest part of consciousness.
Lin Feng felt that the sound was not being "played" to him, but rather "resonating" with something within his body.
My heartbeat is slowing down, my breathing is getting deeper, and my consciousness is slowly becoming blurred.
It's not sleepiness.
It's a kind of relaxation that's more dangerous than being sleepy.
It's like soaking in warm water, where every part of your body relaxes. You don't want to think about anything, you don't want to do anything, you just want to stay here, stay here forever.
Lin Feng squeezed the cocklebur in his hand hard, and the pain brought him back to his senses.
He glanced at the person next to him—
Evelyn's eyes were closed and her breathing was steady, but her eyebrows furrowed slightly, clearly resisting the temptation to "relax."
Vassim's lips were moving slightly, as if he were silently reciting something, perhaps some kind of prayer, to counteract the hypnotic effect of the chanting.
But most people don't have this kind of resistance.
Lin Feng quickly noticed that one of the chosen ones slowly lowered his head, resting his chin on his chest, and his breathing became deep and slow.
The other chosen one's body began to sway slightly, as if sitting on a boat, drifting with the current.
Some people even had a slight smile on their lips, as if they were having a sweet dream.
The fog began to thicken, but the chanting continued.
The same tone, the same rhythm, endlessly.
Sounds began to emerge from the fog.
It wasn't the sound of chanting scriptures; it was something else.
It was very light, very distant, like an echo from the depths of memory.
Someone heard their mother's voice.
Someone heard their lover's voice.
Someone heard their child laughing.
Supaya—the young woman from the White Elephant Kingdom—suddenly caught her breath.
"Supaya".
It was a boy's voice.
It was very gentle, very deep, with a slight nasal tone, like a murmur from someone who has just woken up.
Supaya's body trembled slightly.
She recognized the voice.
She was a senior in the architecture department during her university years, two years ahead of her. He was tall, wore glasses, and had a dimple on his left side when he smiled.
She had a crush on him for three whole years.
From the first time I saw him in the library during my sophomore year until he graduated and left the school in my senior year.
She never confessed her feelings.
Not even once.
She wrote more than a dozen love letters, each one written and torn up repeatedly, eventually locking them all in her dorm room drawer and never sending them out.
She always thought: wait until next time, wait for the opportunity, wait until I'm ready.
"Next time" never came.
On the day he graduated, she stood behind the window on the third floor of the teaching building, watching him take photos with his classmates in his graduation gown.
The sun was shining brightly, and he was smiling happily.
She stood there, clutching the eighteenth love letter in her hand, until the paper was soaked with sweat.
Finally, she stuffed the love letter into the innermost part of her bag, turned around, and left.
That love letter is still locked in a drawer in her hometown.
"Supaya, I've been looking for you."
A figure emerged from the mist.
He's tall, wears glasses, and has a dimple on his left cheek.
He was wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and holding a book in his hand—
It was the book he was holding when she first met him in the library.
Theory of Architectural Space.
Supaya's heart began to pound.
"I know you've been watching me." He smiled, his dimples deep. "I've been watching you too."
"you……"
Supaya's voice was stuck in her throat.
"I've liked you, Supaya, ever since my sophomore year."
He stretched out his hand.
The hand appeared very white in the mist, with clearly defined knuckles and neatly trimmed nails.
"Come with me."
Supaya's tears fell.
Three years of unrequited love, more than a dozen unsent love letters, and countless nights spent secretly crying under the covers.
All those undercurrents that we thought had long since subsided surged up to our eyes at this moment.
"Supaya".
He called out again, reaching his hand even closer.
Supaya lifted her hand off her knee.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she slowly reached out towards that hand.
"don't want--"
A chosen one nearby whispered something, but he didn't dare touch her.
He was struggling to hold on, and any unnecessary movement could cause him to get himself into trouble as well.
Supaya's fingers touched that hand.
It wasn't a vague coolness, but a real, warm temperature, like the kind of temperature she had touched countless times in her dreams.
Her lips curled up slightly, and tears slid down her cheeks.
She stood up and followed behind him, her steps light, as if she were walking on clouds.
She didn't turn around; her figure gradually disappeared into the mist.
The hall returned to silence.
Only the chanting of scriptures continued.
Amirka murmured, "May she be free from suffering and find happiness."
Immediately afterwards, Wasim and Evelyn also began to act strangely—
Both men had bulging veins on their foreheads, and cold sweat trickled down their temples.
Without a doubt, they must be trapped in some kind of extreme fear illusion, and are struggling to hold on with their strong willpower.
Behind Lin Feng, two more Chosen Ones stood up blankly and, like puppets on strings, walked step by step into the depths of the thick fog, only to be completely swallowed up in the blink of an eye.
Perhaps it was the protection of his innate mental fortress talent that prevented Lin Feng from falling into a complete illusion. He only vaguely heard a few clear laughs from Xiao Zhixia in his ears.
But he was not optimistic.
After all, only half an hour has passed.
As time goes by, the illusion will only become more and more solidified.
If Xiao Zhixia were to actually appear before him at that time, even he might not be able to withstand it.
Moreover, Vassim and Evelyn must break free from the illusion as soon as possible, or the consequences will be unimaginable.
We have to do something!
Lin Feng narrowed his eyes, suppressing his anxiety, and calmly scanned the entire hall, trying to find the key to breaking the deadlock.
Their gazes finally settled on the white stone statue in the center of the hall.
The three shackles on the stone statue were faintly glowing with a very faint golden light.
Lin Feng's pupils suddenly contracted; this was—
The brilliance of understanding weaknesses!
The thought had barely formed when a pale golden light screen, visible only to him, unfolded before his eyes:
[Understanding weaknesses]
[Target: Silent Heart Palace]
[Weakness analysis in progress...]
[Weakness Location: The three shackles on the stone statue in the center of the Silent Heart Hall]
【Function of shackles:】
The Crown of Thorns—Amplifying Fear, Inducing the Deepest Nightmares;
Golden chains – imprison the mind and enhance the realism of illusions;
A seductive enchantress—stirring up obsessions and luring people willingly into the fog of delusion.
[Triple shackles activated simultaneously, the illusion remains in effect.]
Break free of the shackles, and the entire illusion will crumble.
It turned out to be the case.
Lin Feng frowned slightly, a hint of clarity flashing in his eyes, and then he tried to gently push Wasim.
The other person's brows were furrowed, and cold sweat poured down their face. They showed no reaction to his touch—clearly, they were deeply trapped in the illusion and unable to extricate themselves.
Lin Feng clenched his fist tightly.
Since they can't wake up, then—I'll break this illusion by myself!