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墨書 Inktalez
I also feel that I am very verbose, and I firmly believe that my verbosity is all in vain. Fatty doesn’t care at all when he is impulsive. No matter what you say, it is like the autumn wind passing through a donkey. Ear. You have to keep this a secret from me, let Fatty know that I am like this, it would be weird if you don’t rush me. I expected Fatty to circle around the altar, but to my surprise, he walked straight towards the altar. Could it be that the circle rule that confuses us is no longer valid at this moment or this distance? But we were still circling it just now. Not only me, but Jack also opened his mouth in surprise when he saw this scene. The rope was quickly lowered to the head. I pulled the rope to signal Fatty to stop and asked him loudly how he felt. From my point of view, Fatty seems to be already in front of the altar, and it seems that I can climb up the steps just by raising my feet. Fatty Look back. Maybe it was because of the distance or because the light in Flare was starting to dim, so his face couldn't be seen clearly. And looking at it as a whole, his body and mine seemed to be separated by a steaming thing, and the rising heat wave made his body twist like waves. I saw him shouting at me, but the voice that came through was unclear, a little changed, and not like Fatty ’s voice at all. When I saw that there was no way to communicate like this, I waved to him very loudly, beckoning him to come back. It was just as I expected. Fatty He also expressed his dissatisfaction to me with great body movements, but he still walked back in the end. But when he walked back, he walked in a weird curve. Fortunately, he didn't turn in circles, otherwise, I would have thought that the circle rule was in effect again. "Fuck, I almost didn't make it back." This was Fatty's first words after walking out of the darkness. At this time, the light from Flare has completely gone out, except for the light from the One-Eyed Beast Flashlight in my hand. Only the Glow Stick in Jack's hand still glowed faintly. "I saw you walked in very neatly, why did it take so much trouble to come back." "Don't mention it." Fatty wiped his face casually, and I saw sweat on his hands. "If it weren't for this rope, I probably wouldn't be able to come back."
I knew he wasn't just trying to be mysterious. If it could scare him into a cold sweat, this matter was definitely not simple. "What’s going on?"
Fatty glanced at Jack. "When I walked in, I was moving along the tangent."
I immediately understood. With Fatty's intelligence, giving him a direction along the tangent was no problem, but asking him to turn around and walk back would be difficult. Even if he knew he needed to go against the tangent to get out, he could only rely on us as a reference point to calculate a reverse tangent, which would be challenging.
However, this experiment with Fatty gave us confidence that we could reach the enormous structure ahead.
“How far is it from where you stopped to the Protrusion?” I asked, which was my most pressing concern at the moment.
“Very close,” Fatty said, shaking the rope in his hand. “Probably not longer than this rope.”
I took a deep breath and pointed in the direction of the tangent. “Let’s walk along that direction; I think we can get close to it.”
“I’ll lead the way.” Hearing we were moving forward, Fatty perked up again.
I shook my head. “We’ll maintain our original formation.”
I signaled to Fatty with my eyes, indicating he should pay attention from behind and make sure no one in front slipped away. Fatty huffed in dissatisfaction and lit up another Glow Stick.
“Let’s move in the direction of the tangent; don’t use the people in front as reference points.” I pulled in some of the rope but didn’t completely retract it, leaving about thirty meters for those behind to hold onto.
“We’ve become grasshoppers on a single rope,” Fatty joked.
I wasn’t in the mood for jokes. Whether this altar-like structure was the Eternal Gate was uncertain, but we would find out once we got closer. Opening the Eternal Gate required a key, and finding the keyhole would allow us to make a judgment.
The problem was, if this was indeed the Eternal Gate, there would be no way for us to destroy it. Although it seemed we had escaped Heimanluo, as long as we couldn’t leave this place, we remained under its threat. It could emerge at any moment to kill us.
Not everyone wishes to be on the same rope. As I handed the rope to Jack, I once again exchanged a knowing glance with him, and he responded with an understanding look of his own.
Sigh. I felt as if we were transmitting some kind of cursed fate.
Despite the massive, altar-like structure looming before us, my flashlight could not illuminate it, and I was afraid to shine it on the building; having that reference point would only lead me astray. It was truly a paradox, and so damn sad.
At one moment, the structure finally appeared in my flashlight's beam. Perhaps it was due to being too close; what I saw was a towering stone wall instead of the staircase I had imagined.
I moved the flashlight side to side and discovered the staircase not far to my left. Unmoved, I continued along the tangent; the towering stone wall loomed closer, while the staircase drifted further away from me.
I stopped and slowly reeled in the rope. Soon, Jack and Tang Yumo joined me, followed by Fatty.
"What’s going on?" Fatty, unwilling to be left out, stepped in front of me, shaking his glow stick. "Isn’t this right in front of us? Why are we stopping?"
I handed him one end of the rope. "Hold onto the rope; I'm going to take a look."
Fatty grabbed my arm. "For safety's sake, I'll go. Your luck is too bad—oh wait, even ghosts wouldn’t want you around; wherever you go, trouble follows. We’re so close now; don’t attract any more ghosts."
Before I could protest, Fatty took hold of the rope and moved forward. Realizing I couldn’t stop him, I quickly tossed the rope to Jack and followed closely behind him toward the stone wall. The glow stick’s illumination was poor; I didn’t want him stumbling into danger without realizing it.
After a few steps, Fatty raised his hand and patted ahead. "We’re here."
I walked over, shining my flashlight on a towering stone wall ahead. Yes, we had finally reached our destination.
I waved at Jack, signaling for them to come over.
"I didn’t walk along the tangent for this last stretch," I seemed to be talking to myself but was actually communicating with Fatty.
"Right in front of us, we could hit it with a stone, so why bother with the tangent? I didn't take a tangent; I came straight here."
I nodded. "It must be at a certain point, close enough that this Protrusion reveals itself in physical form. What we saw before should have been—"
"It was the same thing," Jack appeared in my Flashlight. "It's just that the space here is distorted."
I thought for a moment. I'm not a science major, but I know that spacetime distortion is a prediction of Einstein's. We have confirmed the existence of this phenomenon, but that was in outer space, under special conditions. It seems scientists have observed it near Neutron Stars.
Here, spacetime distortion? What kind of mass would be required to cause that!
I glanced at Jack and noticed his gaze was vacant. I was sure his mind had broken.
But I quickly dismissed that thought because there was not only vacancy in his eyes but also fear. It seemed he was dazed by fear.
(To Be Continued.)
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