I Am Also An Extraordinary Creature-Chapter 1815 - 1267: True Name_3

"I want to sleep with the Fosterer!" Tanshia Firlo shouted, "I have nowhere to stay here."

Zheng Yichen gently waved his hand, "Do as you please, I’m going to take a nap first."

Watching Zheng Yichen lay down and fall asleep directly, Julie raised an eyebrow and gently pinched his arm. Even though it felt solid through the bandage, she could still sense the emptiness inside.

Julie yawned, "I’m tired too, do your own thing, okay? Why are you drawing your sword... alright alright, I have a room here, don’t I?"

Seeing Liu Hongzhao draw his sword without a word, Julie smiled and didn’t force him to stay.

Well, it’s not necessary, now that Zheng Yichen only has a head left, he can’t do much, so it’s better to go see somewhere else.

Though the population of this world is dwindling and many aspects seem uninteresting, since I’m here anyway.

"Let Brother Chang Qing rest." Qi Xiangyun pulled Lin Yaoyao outside.

Left alone, Tanshia Firlo’s eyes darted around, showing a happy expression. Her small head rested on Zheng Yichen’s chest, then soon after, she opened her eyes again.

She pouted a little and rested on Zheng Yichen’s arm; although Zheng Yichen’s body had warmth now, it no longer gave her the comforting feeling of a heartbeat.

Zheng Yichen gazed hazily at the near-dark dusk before him. He was at the junction between darkness and twilight. The dusk was extremely vivid on one side, so much so that traces of burning clouds were visible.

While on the other side, the darkness was so deep that it seemed it could swallow everything, as if the light in his eyes was being taken away when he looked over.

In such an environment, Zheng Yichen felt a strong sense of disconnection. He observed his body, which, in the dream, returned to normal from a lost state.

Though it was clearly a human-shaped body, when directly viewed, it carried a faint vibration, as if his body was forcibly molded this way.

Once his self-awareness changed, his body’s form would also transform, just like how it felt before.

But Zheng Yichen didn’t attempt that; the slightly vibrating body completely stabilized.

However, his existence was distinctly separated from this environment, like a third color between dusk and darkness.

Move a bit? With this thought, Zheng Yichen headed towards the twilight, as the darkness that divided the whole space began to spread towards the dusk with his steps.

?

This space was vast, yet the minute changes were clearly perceived by Zheng Yichen, making him immediately stop his steps, turning to walk towards the darkness. As he advanced, the color of dusk began compressing the darkness.

Zheng Yichen continued moving forward. The portion occupied by dusk kept expanding, but he found it hard to maintain a stable form as his body became as disordered as disturbed sleep, violently shaking, losing its stable shape.

His vision was also correspondingly distorted, and if he continued, he’d even lose his normal sight, but he could still see things, though what he saw belonged to another dimension.

He stopped again, this time turning back towards the dusk.

As the shining dusk was compressed by the engulfing darkness, Zheng Yichen’s body became more solid, appearing particularly clear within the dark-covered area, with only a sliver of dusk reflecting on his face.

Zheng Yichen felt this solid sensation. When he reached out to touch the darkness, he could feel the solid feedback it gave.

"..."

"Fosterer?" a puzzled voice echoed.

Zheng Yichen opened his eyes to see Tanshia Firlo looking at him with some confusion. As soon as she saw Zheng Yichen opened his eyes, she lay on his chest immediately.

The small white dragon heard a faint heartbeat; though slow, it was good news for her, wasn’t it?

It seemed her Fosterer’s body had recovered.

Yet Zheng Yichen’s eyes bore a hint of confusion. From within them, he saw the deep darkness, and the fading twilight left a rather clear afterglow, seeming to split her visual field.

But that remaining twilight quickly spread like ink, bringing Zheng Yichen’s eyes back to normal, "Hmm... had a dream."

Zheng Yichen sat up and rubbed his forehead.

"What kind of dream?" The small white dragon sat in his lap, resting her head against Zheng Yichen’s chest, listening to the slow and faint heartbeat.

"Not a good dream, it’s like a game I once cloud-played."

Dusk and void darkness, walking towards the dusk, darkness extinguishing the remnants of dusk, yet he remains eternal, while walking towards the darkness, the dusk continues.

However, he himself couldn’t maintain a stable form, transforming into another existence affecting his self-awareness.

Transfer flame or extinguish flame? What a dog-blooded prophetic dream...

"A game? I’ve never played a game with you, Fosterer."

"Hmm... then let’s make a game, I have quite a few in my mind anyway." Zheng Yichen tapped his head lightly, with strong powers and a strong soul, all his memories before transmigrating became extraordinarily detailed.

Even games played through cloud play, as long as enough was played, he could piece together most details of the game. With this information and Lilith’s capabilities, creating a related game would be easy as pie.

"Brother Chang Qing, are you awake?" Lin Yaoyao’s energetic voice came from outside the door.

Zheng Yichen placed Tanshia Firlo aside and walked over to open the door, "My name is Zheng Yichen."

Lin Yaoyao was taken aback, then naturally said, "Brother Yichen, you’ve slept for two days. I’ll go make some food."

"Sure, I’m actually hungry too." Zheng Yichen replied with a smile, pulling her hand up and placing it on his chest in her surprised expression, "Really."

Feeling his restored heartbeat, Lin Yaoyao couldn’t suppress her smile, "Brother Yichen, just wait a moment."

She turned and skipped towards the kitchen.

The girl handling ingredients no longer showed any smile; it wasn’t that she cared about Zheng Yichen using a false name, but she cared about him saying it at this time.

Learning Zheng Yichen’s real name should have made her happy, yet now she couldn’t feel delighted, as if Zheng Yichen revealed his real name casually, giving her a sense of consciously letting go of some insistence.

"What is it... why Chang Qing?" Lin Yaoyao processed the ingredients, growing more anxious as she thought about it.

Come to think of it, she never knew the past Zheng Yichen...