"This is the end?" William slapped on the bulging rock in front of him, full of disbelief and a sense of collapse.

Reaching out and caressing the lumpy, folded-like bulge of the rock mass that bulged from the cave wall and converged in the middle, like the marks of a valve scraped on an ice cream, the trail of the excavators ended here, but it was clearly not a blockage caused by collapse.

"Don't be so surprised." If he was accustomed to all kinds of abnormal experiences in the depths, an uninterrupted passage was not so unexpected, and Kraft found himself quite adapted, and the accident was no longer so surprising to him.

"Believe it or not, you can always find something unreasonable here."

"Is there room up here?"

"No, a solid piece." Kraft made a slight attempt, and the corresponding position in the present world is still an intact mountain,

William sat down on the nearest stone loop with a devastated face, and felt to his waist, where only an empty scabbard remained, and the knife inside was probably not picked up after he was taken off.

It must be impossible to turn back and use force now, he hugged his head and pressed it against the cold rock, cooling his hot forehead to give him some ideas, "You just said that this place is like that layer of paper underneath?" ”

"Yes, that's right."

As a man who often had to deal with all kinds of unexpected situations, Captain William was not a rigid and stupid person, and there was actually a rather flexible mind hidden under the rough exterior, which helped him survive to this day.

While his body rests, his mind kicks in and helps him understand the current situation. Unlike someone who has the ability to play tricks with that thing, he's more inclined to stay away.

"Actually, we don't have to go back to the piece of paper just yet. If you don't want to get into a head-on confrontation with those things, just get out of here. Since there are two sheets of paper. Below us, can we have a 'third' piece of paper? ”

Kraft did not deny it, and with silence, he withdrew his hand to grasp the object in his sleeve, and William realized that this line of thought was correct.

He shut up and waited quietly for the results.

"You're right, there's a hole down there." A moment later, Kraft gave the answer. People are often prone to get into a blind spot when they are accustomed to things, and they are obsessed with the relationship between the first layer and the present world, thus ignoring the parts that they are unwilling to touch.

But what does that mean?

"William, I need to make sure, because you've felt that thing coming more than I do."

"What?"

Kraft recalled his memory, and at the beginning of the trumpet-filled experience, he recalled the approach of the burrower.

"That vibration didn't come out of nowhere...... It's quite intense at the beginning, isn't it? Suddenly, I felt the source of a shock in the distance. ”

Without waiting for William to answer, the answer was actually already reached. Yes, it is, for those with discerning senses, it is like a sudden approaching sound on the third floor of an empty building, without the process of entering from the first floor and ascending from floor to floor.

It just appeared at a point in the mountain, not from a place where it could not be felt underground.

Of course, the excavator could not have disappeared into thin air, leaving behind the broken tunnel in front of him. In his perception, if he dives slightly, he can see that the tunnel is still going on—in the next level. The "nib" pierces through this layer of paper, continuing the "handwriting" onto another piece of paper.

"This thing doesn't live on a fixed level at all! It can drill to another level, and this chaotic tunnel is a transitional section. ”

Rao is receptive to William, and it will take a while to sort out this fact, "So it's a large, 'wizard' like you?" ”

"I solemnly warn you, just call me a wizard, don't compare me to something deep." Kraft walked up to him, and it could be noticed that his face was not very good, but it didn't look like it was due to the wrong words.

The orange-red fire could not hide the paleness, and the corners of his forehead twitched, as if he was enduring some special discomfort.

"Do you want to take a break? You don't look right. "This state can't match the normal, unlike the physical exertion, the use of "spells" seems to have a considerable price, but it is not easy to ask for reasons that are not good at snooping on other people's privacy. God knows what happens if you lose control halfway through.

"No, I'll be able to hold it while this happens."

There was no chance of refusal, and all of William's words were swallowed up by the surging sensory chaos, the overflowing strange smell filled his mouth and ears, and the whole person was dragged into an undisturbing long reverse falling feeling.

This time, the scenery is no longer static, and the rocks, which already resemble intestinal folds, have really undergone indescribable changes.

It is similar to dissecting the belly of a fish and walking away due to chores, and after coming back for a while, those oily internal organs that have lost their restraint begin to slide around, squirming slightly and free, becoming an amorphous disgusting substance.

When this change occurs on a hard substance that should not exhibit such qualities, the misalignment of perception and fact constantly hammers and solidifies common sense, and the existing impression of the rock appears slightly dissociated along with the half-melted scene.

When the fusion reaches its peak, this cognitive shift from something increases, thus reflecting the whole and questioning the correctness of the entire worldview. Like softening a brick on a city wall, it has a small but tangible effect on stability.

The eyelids are pressed down, isolating the counter-intuitive vision. William put away his curiosity, maybe he would regret giving up this rare opportunity in the future, but it was a well-known fact that only living people could tell stories in the tavern, and it would be no good to watch it any further.

Kraft controlled the direction of the prism's oscillation and dived deeper, the last time he came to this level because he was accidentally dragged into this level, and he hadn't tried the second layer since.

The "faded" scene in the first layer becomes further boring in the spiritual senses, like squeezing out all the water in a sponge, and finding that it can still be dried by light and heat, always fading more "color" and showing a more dry state.

He pondered the question with ease, and with the alienation of the mind replacing normal senses, confusion could no longer disturb the flow of thought, and it was only when Kraft arrived that he realized that he had formed a habit.

Whether it is the extra senses, or the endless fading, or the change of the level that manifests itself as a fall, it is as unthinking as to which step to take first when walking, and it almost becomes a part of common sense, and the boundaries are increasingly merging.

Consciousness traces the origin of this inertia, but it is incomprehensible, and at one time it thinks that it starts with the first fall into the tide, and at another time it thinks that it comes from the decision to dive actively.

It had been so long since his memory had bothered this man who was in the habit of treating himself as an archive, so long that he could hardly remember what it was like to forget.

Habit and habit, Kraft couldn't think of when he had so many habits, he flapped and touched his body, trying to find the embedded foreign objects that didn't exist, as if those habitual behaviors were tangible.

The touch that came from me was accurately memorized and compared, and the body did not change, and Kraft was still the same Kraft, but it seemed that he had adapted to the depths.

"Kraft?"

William, who noticed that the feeling of falling had stopped, opened his eyes, and the torches were extinguished during the transfer, and they were submerged in darkness. And during this dangerous period of time when he just landed, Kraft was actually distracted.

"I thought about something of my own." The palm of his hand loosened William's thick shoulder, and he took out the ignition and re-lit the torch, and the rock folds could be seen in the circle of light twisting in reverse, and the path became a gradually narrower side, and the original dead end road was open and extended.

"Is there anything you can do to help?"

"It's just something that has nothing to do with the status quo, just keep going."

The cave continued to trend upwards diagonally, and as Kraft's aftermath slowed down, a small discolored dot on the rock face caught notice.

It was a small dusty yellow speck that could not be rubbed off, and this uplifting discovery made one forget for a moment the fact that he was in the deep world, and improved his mood as the number of similar yellow patches increased.

They are indeed moving closer to the surface, towards the yellow formation. William excitedly touched the dusty yellow, and even when he hit the dead end again, he didn't show frustration.

"I have good news and bad news." Kraft added a new torch, "The bad news is that we don't have a few torches left. ”

"And what about the good news?"

"The continuation of this section is on the upper floor, and we are going up, in every sense." He gave a tired smile, and the situation took a slight turn, maybe if he went all the way like this, he could float back to the present world while going up.

(End of chapter)