Dimensional Hotel-Chapter 543: Deep Within the Void

When Yu Sheng was "launched" by Luna with brute force, Luo was being carried by the little puppets, dashing around the hall for the third lap.

The elf’s eyes widened, staring as the malfunctioning Artificial Saintess in a nun’s outfit (who she thought had to be malfunctioning if it was able to move with humans and understand human speech) threw her master with a murderous technique. She also noticed the demon fox and the puppets beside her seemed completely unsurprised by this scene, with two mass-produced puppets even clapping nearby in celebration—it left her utterly stunned.

Originally, she was struggling with all her might, trying to scream as she was getting pounded by a bunch of red-eyed dwarves in the hall. But at that moment, she was so shocked that she became completely silent.

So these sinister folks don’t even spare their own people?

In the blink of an eye, Yu Sheng flew into that large void.

The next second, it was as if time in the entire hall had slowed down.

Luo felt an invisible surge released from that void, sweeping across the hall in an instant. All the shadowy creatures attacking suddenly became incredibly sluggish as if their mind-body connection had been violently severed. After several breaths, those slowly writhing monsters started to "melt" rapidly.

Like melting candles, each shadowy creature collapsed and merged into the sticky, flowing shadows on the ground. Even the large and small cocoons within the cobwebs melted, all returning to shadows.

The red-eyed dwarves, who had been running wildly, finally stopped, without hesitation throwing Luo onto the ground.

Luo scrambled up from the ground awkwardly, then another mass-produced Erin rushed over, climbed onto her, and took away the Omen Wandering Star that had been stuffed in her mouth, rubbing it fiercely on the ground.

"I’ve never seen such chaos..."

The golden-haired elf was exasperated, but before she could finish speaking, she realized no one was paying attention to her—an unusual fox demon who could launch its tail, a bunch of evil dwarf clones, and a malfunctioning nun-outfitted Artificial Saintess had all gathered around the platform in the center of the hall, chattering away.

Luo glanced at the mass-produced red-eyed dwarves standing by around her, felt her hair stand on end, and had no choice but to lower her pride and make her way towards the platform.

Halfway there, she overheard the demon fox speaking: "... When will the Savior be back?"

"I don’t know, anyway, he’s barely holding on," Erin said, then glanced at Luna, "To be fair, that C-type strike you did just now was pretty cool."

Luna was reserved: "Master, coordinate well."

"The hall has quieted down," Hu Li looked around, "Has the Savior succeeded?"

"Hard to say, this big hole is still floating here," Erin tilted her head, "and I saw those cracks on the edge of the hall still there..."

"Isn’t this operation overly reckless!" Luo finally couldn’t hold back—she still dared not to look at the void for too long, always feeling that even her rationality and soul would be sucked into it, so when speaking, she could only turn her head, "You guys... do you really think through such operations?!"

Erin didn’t hesitate: "I don’t know, usually Yu Sheng is the one who thinks them through."

Hu Li stretched lazily: "Anyway, whoever the Savior tells me to hit, I’ll hit."

Luo continued to glare, realizing she seemed completely out of sync with this group.

As an honest Black Spot warlord, her worldview was clearly a bit too conservative.

Then after two more seconds, she heard the delayed response of the malfunctioning Saintess, several beats behind: "This... is our... style."

Luo: "..."

...

Yu Sheng clutched his waist, grimacing as he climbed up from the chaos.

The good news was that he found his waist wasn’t broken—Luna surprisingly held back when she threw him.

The bad news was he didn’t know where he had been tossed.

Surrounded by endless chaos, veiled like layers of curtains covering the world, he stood on a layer of floating mist, unable to see through to what lay deep within it no matter how hard he looked. The sky seemed to hold a massive shadow, but it too was blurry and unclear.

"... Where did they toss me?" Yu Sheng mumbled, inhaling sharply, "Ow, it hurts..."

Is this the interior of that dark "void"?

Are those flowing shadows coming from this place?

Where are the shadows? The Omen Goddess?

Yu Sheng steadied himself on the spot, feeling the dull ache in his waist ease a bit before he exhaled softly. Then he chose a direction by intuition and began to walk slowly into the depths of the chaos.

Meanwhile, he idly chatted with Erin in his mind, learning about the current situation in the hall.

The little puppet was chattering away: "... All those weird things that crawled out of the cocoons have disappeared, but those sticky shadows are still all over the floor and walls here, and the cracks are still there.

"The elf? She’s alive, but she doesn’t seem too happy. Yu Sheng, let me tell you, this little Black Stone or whatever is so uptight, doesn’t even have the adaptability of an Ironclad Expression from the movies with mad scientists I’ve seen...

"Some of the spider silk retracted earlier, but there’s still a lot... Hu Li is muttering again, though she’s not hungry, just muttering about you... C-type strike is sharpening a knife, though it doesn’t need it, I’m sure she’s just scaring that elf, who seems quite afraid of the Artificial Saintess, always muttering about malfunctions.

"... Hurry up and fix things... then we can go home..."

Yu Sheng shook his head again, walking a bit further when he suddenly halted.

Deep in the chaos in front, there seemed to be something.

He hurried forward, the object becoming clearer in his view—it was a fissure with irregular edges, like a mirror.

A faint light seeped through the tiny crack in the mirror.

Yu Sheng leaned in, looking inside with one eye.

He saw mottled, old wallpaper, an empty room, and a tightly closed door.

Yu Sheng blinked.

"...What the hell!?"

It was that room at the end of the hallway on the second floor of No. 66 Wutong Road!!

Instantly realizing this, Yu Sheng subconsciously took a deep breath, his heart pounding, but he quickly calmed down. He rapidly contemplated in his mind, thinking that this development wasn’t all that surprising.

This was inside the void formed by "Zolda Black Stone," and Zolda Black Stone is a fragment of the "World Bridge"—a world-crossing device crafted by the Dark Angels. Any phenomenon it could trigger seemed reasonable.

Moreover, that room at No. 66 Wutong Road was eerie as it was.

Yu Sheng settled his thoughts, hesitated slightly, then extended a finger to cautiously touch the crack.

——If a "professional Spirit Realm detective" like Little Red Riding Hood saw his action, she’d definitely give a piercing shriek.

The crack quivered for a moment the instant Yu Sheng’s finger touched it, and then it silently disappeared like an illusion in water.

Yu Sheng paused, startled.

Afterward, he furrowed his brow and continued forward.

Not long after, another crack, flickering faintly, appeared in his sight.

He hurriedly stepped forward, looking at the "shattered mirror" about arm’s length in size.

Through the crack was a dim and vast hall, with collapsed pillars chaotically strewn on the ground. The high ceiling bore a large hole, yet the remaining architectural structure still allowed one to glimpse its former grandeur.

Yu Sheng furrowed his brow, examining this unfamiliar place, suddenly noticing something by one of the pillars at the hall’s end.

He squinted his eyes for a long time and discovered it was half a plate of braised chicken over rice...

Yu Sheng: "...?!"

Was it the place Zheng Zhi visited last time!?

A thought flashed in his mind, and Yu Sheng immediately fished out a bloodletting knife made from Luna’s "nails" from his pocket, cut a small wound on his hand, and flicked the blood toward the crack.

However, as soon as the blood touched the "mirror," the latter quivered violently and disappeared silently just like the previous crack.

The blood also vanished into thin air amidst the surrounding chaos.

Yu Sheng tightly furrowed his brow, but suddenly a thought struck him, and he turned his head to look around.

At some point, a larger crack appeared nearby, standing lopsided in the mist.

He walked over, looked into the depth of the crack, and in the next moment, his eyes widened abruptly.

He saw a pitch-black space, seemingly boundless yet strangely conveying a sense of confinement, as if being trapped. At the center of the darkness stood a solitary chair.

On that chair was a vivid red velvet blanket—like scarlet blood, draping from the chair to the ground.

A stuffed teddy bear sat crookedly on the chair. In the darkness, the teddy bear’s glossy, seemingly plastic eyes stared directly through the crack, locking eyes with Yu Sheng.

Those glossy eyes sent a tingling sensation through Yu Sheng’s heart, compelling him to blurt out, "...What are you looking at?"

"Detected an analysis unit meeting the criteria."

The bear’s voice came from the crack.

Yu Sheng: "What the hell?!"

In the next instant, he saw that plush teddy bear leap down from the velvet-draped chair and walk straight toward him.

It looked up, making eye contact with Yu Sheng from the dark space opposite the crack.

For a moment, Yu Sheng even felt like the figure had walked out of the crack, standing face-to-face with him in the real world.

He swallowed a gulp, forcefully calming his mind, and after several seconds of contemplation, he broke the silence, "Uh, so... hello, I’m Yu Sheng."

"Hello, I’m Erin."

Yu Sheng: "...Huh?!"

A massive shock struck Yu Sheng’s heart, leaving his mind blank for an instant. Then he heard the teddy bear continue:

"...When this record is played, I should have already disappeared from this world. But from another perspective, I might still be alive, still be me, and my future existence might last longer than my originally designed lifespan...

"Fusion is irreversible, but this is the only way to preserve these precious records and maintain the stability of the Outer God known as the ’Omen’...