Dimensional Hotel-Chapter 224: Abrupt Awakening

After glancing through the next few scanned images, Yu Sheng furrowed his brow.

The book contained ordinary story passages and illustrations, but scattered among them were glaring layout errors, misprints, and blank spaces where entire sections had clearly been omitted. The early pages weren’t too bad, but the mistakes got progressively worse toward the end.

Yu Sheng closed the pictures and started typing a message to ask what was going on. Before he could send it, Bai Li Qing’s message appeared first: “Did you see it?”

“I did,” Yu Sheng quickly replied, “But what’s wrong with the later pages? I saw lots of layout mistakes and missing sections.”

“Poor print quality,” Bai Li Qing seemed to have anticipated his question and swiftly replied, “Most copies from this batch were recalled and destroyed years ago. But of course, the Council couldn’t have controlled every corner of Boundary City, so some books inevitably slipped through. One of them ended up being donated to that Welfare Home—maybe just to pad their charity records, or maybe it was entirely unintentional.”

A few moments later, she sent another follow-up: “We found the book listed among the orphanage’s assets from when management changed hands. Honestly, it wasn’t easy tracking this down. The images you saw came from matching titles across other databases.”

“On the other hand, because most editions vanished from circulation, this book ironically became a rare collector’s item among niche book lovers. Special Affairs Bureau is still trying to locate any surviving copies. According to transaction records, the last known copy surfaced a month ago, bought by a charity affiliated with Sunshine Foundation. We’ve already sent people to investigate, though we’re still unsure exactly how this book might help…”

Bai Li Qing’s message was long; Yu Sheng scrolled carefully through it, feeling an uncomfortable ache when he thought about how such a poorly made storybook had once been Squirrel’s most treasured possession. His thoughts were interrupted by Little Red Riding Hood, who leaned over, looked at his phone, and suddenly gasped, “Huh?”

Yu Sheng turned his head. “What is it?”

“Sunshine Foundation… I feel like I’ve heard that name recently,” the girl murmured, brows knitted tightly as she tried to recall. “Just these past few days, I think…”

Suddenly, her eyes sharpened.

The high school student’s mind sparked with sudden clarity.

“Snow White!” Little Red Riding Hood shouted urgently, turning toward the campsite. “Snow White! Where are you?”

In an instant, Snow White poked her head out from one of the small houses nearby. “What’s up?”

“Didn’t we get a batch of donated books delivered to the orphanage recently—through the Sunshine Foundation?”

Snow White froze briefly, stepping out as she nodded. “Yeah, there was a whole shipment. Sunshine Foundation donated them—moving them into the reading room almost killed me. Why?”

Then she spotted Yu Sheng standing next to Little Red Riding Hood and cheerfully waved. “Hey Brother, had your meal yet?”

Only afterward did she notice the grim and solemn expressions on Yu Sheng and Little Red Riding Hood’s faces.

Her expression quickly tightened. “…Is there something wrong with the books?”

Little Red Riding Hood stared intently into her eyes. “Did you really check them thoroughly? There wasn’t anything unusual?”

“I checked each one! I even gave you the full list afterward…”

Little Red Riding Hood frowned, recalling clearly that she had indeed reviewed the booklist afterward, and that particular book wasn’t listed.

But the timing was simply too suspicious to overlook.

“Where are those books now?” Yu Sheng asked gravely. “I need to examine them immediately.”

“They’re still stacked exactly as they came, in the reading room on the northwest side—second floor, far end,” Snow White hurriedly answered. “I haven’t even had the chance to put them on shelves yet. They’re untouched.”

“But what’s actually happening…?” she trailed off.

“Eighty-six years ago, Zhao Le Le gave a Fairy Tale Book to Anka Aila, who had just descended into this world,” Little Red Riding Hood explained, voice heavy with worry. “And according to recent market records, a copy identical to that old storybook was bought a month ago by a charity affiliated with Sunshine Foundation. Then, just a few days ago, Sunshine Foundation donated a batch of books to our orphanage. All the strange occurrences began after that.”

Little Red Riding Hood paused, her voice tense.

“Coincidences exist—but do you believe it could be this coincidental?”

Yu Sheng had already reached out toward empty air. “Whatever it is, I’m going over there first…”

The words were abruptly cut short by a sharp, piercing “noise” that surged into Yu Sheng’s mind.

It was the cry of an infant, shrill and urgent, mingling with the frantic blare of alarms and a deep, throbbing hum—like waves of sound flooding and overtaking the world, roaring through his consciousness.

Yu Sheng sucked in a breath sharply, turning his head toward the campsite.

The Cursed Children were still running between their small, simple houses. The older kids and Guardians seemed entirely unaware of any threat.

Foxy, standing beside him, jumped at Yu Sheng’s sudden reaction and the alarmed look on his face. “Benefactor, what’s wrong?”

“It’s Anka Aila’s ‘noise’—it’s clear and close,” Yu Sheng spoke rapidly. Even now, the relentless cries kept surging through his mind. “I can feel it trying to drill into reality… No—it’s about to break through! Get the children back inside! Quickly!”

As if sensing something else, he urgently looked up, turning sharply to Little Red Riding Hood. “You need to get back too! Everyone must inject Sanity Blocking Agent—have the Special Affairs Bureau and Council staff take control of the camp immediately!”

Little Red Riding Hood couldn’t hear the “noise,” but she instantly understood the emergency from Yu Sheng’s reaction. Without question, she turned and ran towards the camp. Snow White was only half a beat behind, both girls disappearing swiftly into the cluster of shelters.

Within moments, the entire camp stirred as if responding to an invisible alarm. The playful chaos of the previous second vanished as Cursed Children instantly fell into orderly lines, directed quickly by the older children and Guardians into their assigned shelters. The Council personnel rushed to distribute sufficient Sanity Blocking Agent, and the nearly adult Guardians swiftly injected themselves first, then calmly and methodically helped their younger siblings based on their varying levels of erosion—every action was carried out as if rehearsed countless times, precise and efficient.

Yu Sheng, Foxy, and Irene quickly made their way into the camp.

Threads blacker than night glided silently through the air.

Irene, sitting on Yu Sheng’s shoulder, quickly moved her tiny hands, deftly weaving invisible threads. The silk-like strands expanded gracefully overhead, forming an eerie, living net that covered the entire camp. Countless fine threads gently fell downward, brushing the air around the shelters.

“No contamination yet, but some children are uncontrollably falling asleep,” the little doll said urgently. “Some are already dreaming—Yu Sheng, do you sense that ‘Anka Aila’? Is it invading the Valley? Has it gotten in?”

“Don’t panic, I’m tracking it in reverse,” Yu Sheng waved rapidly, trying to concentrate deeply. He chased the source of the continuous noise in his mind. The power within his blood connected him to the entire Valley and every child inside. Carefully, he searched for any trace of angelic invasion. But after multiple careful scans, he found no sign of Anka Aila.

He knew that presence. He’d faced that towering shadow in the Black Forest before.

Yet, it wasn’t here.

But the noise was growing sharper—the awakening of Anka Aila was advancing rapidly…

Yu Sheng lifted his head, eyes moving over the quieting shelters.

One by one, the houses became silent.

The Cursed Children were falling into sleep, one after another. Nightfall had come to the real world, and the strength of Fairy Tale surged dramatically in the darkness. The infant’s cries grew clearer and more intense. The awakening of Anka Aila felt as if it had already broken through some invisible barrier—as if it had already entered…

[A Container.]

The word suddenly appeared again in Yu Sheng’s mind.

The Cursed Children were all protected by the Blood Pact, and the Sheltering Wasteland would at least safeguard their consciousness.

There was no sign of angelic intrusion into the Valley. Anka Aila didn’t seem to have found its way here.

Little Red Riding Hood and Snow White, the most deeply eroded members of Fairy Tale, had been stable until this moment. Irene, the astonishing little doll, was continuously monitoring everyone’s minds here—and even she found no trace of contamination.

So, was the chosen container not one of the children here?

Could it possibly be Squirrel, long trapped in the Black Forest, who no longer had a physical form?

Or perhaps Old Zheng’s nephew—that young man he’d met only a few times?

A phone rang suddenly and urgently, snapping Yu Sheng’s attention back. He instinctively grabbed the phone and saw Li Lin’s name flashing across the screen.

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He answered immediately, and the young Special Affairs Bureau operative’s hurried voice filled his ear.

“…What do you mean ‘the Orphanage stood up’?”

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