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Chapter 981, Section 976: Beautiful Memories

The noisy sea breeze, mixed with a few crisp cries, gently slipped into the darkness surrounding Ma En like a soft arm lifting a blanket, and gently shook his body.

He felt an unprecedented lightness in his body and opened his eyes.

A simple wooden ceiling, a soft bed beneath me, and a blanket that has already been pulled back.

He sat up and began to look around at his surroundings.

This is a wooden bedroom, spacious even by rural standards, and marked by deliberate embellishment: carefully arranged flowers, cute and simple ornaments, a neatly organized desk, various artistic pieces of furniture, and an old classical painting placed in the corner of the room.

But what caught Maren's attention even more was the tightly drawn curtains and the faint red glow peeking through them.

Although at first glance the color could be interpreted as the red glow of the evening sky, the way it entered the room was not like ordinary sunlight, but more like some kind of living tentacle, even faintly waving.

Ma En walked to the window and then drew back the curtains.

The crimson glow instantly flooded his vision, but even more striking was the enormous star that waved its fiery tentacles like a giant octopus, and the two green comets that seemed to be its henchmen.

This scene is eerie, like a deathly apocalypse, yet life still exists beneath this terrifying landscape. Many enormous, pterosaur-like monsters are flying in groups through the sky, while a colossal creature, like a giant whale, leisurely follows behind them, seemingly intent on swallowing these giant birds whole.

It was the cry from that group of "pterosaurs" that awakened him.

The world under the Octopus Star is also unusual. The ground outside the window does not extend to the horizon, but quickly reaches its end, and beyond that is a vast, azure ocean.

Although it was also blue, Marne could tell at a glance that it was definitely not the ocean he was familiar with. It was not only because this blue had a subtle strangeness, but also because it had a texture that was not like a fluid.

It was like a giant blue cloth.

On land, there are also many strange “vegetation”. Maren found it hard to be sure whether those oddly shaped things could be considered plants, but these still things that maintained a faint sense of breathing were certainly not unusual.

He turned and glanced at the fresh flowers in the porcelain vase inside the room.

These are all normal flowers.

Although the view outside the window looked frightening at first glance, nothing happened after a while, so it didn't seem to be some kind of ongoing, terrifying apocalypse. Maren relaxed a little.

He briefly memorized the scene before him, then turned to look at the wooden door to the bedroom.

What alarmed him more than the bizarre scenery was what was behind the door. The fact that the house remained unscathed in such a scene meant it was clearly no ordinary object.

It's even quite possible that those views originated from this house, which is some kind of incredibly terrifying and unusual building, inherently possessing some kind of evil and dangerous bizarre space.

With intense vigilance, he turned the doorknob.

Click.

Nothing happened.

He pushed open the door. The same ordinary view as the bedroom came into his eyes again: a spacious corridor leading to the living room and dining room on either side of the corridor, with the same wooden building structure and the same atmosphere of daily life.

Everywhere he looked had been carefully arranged; the furniture was placed comfortably but not cluttered, and there were also various potted plants that required regular care. The beautiful carpet was free of any dust or stains.

Clearly, the owner here takes good care of the place—if the house needs it.

Tick.

However, the sound of water coming from the living room broke the tranquility.

Ma En's eyes sharpened, and he focused his mental energy more intently on his surroundings, making all the necessary preparations to deal with a surprise attack before walking towards the living room.

After walking a few steps, a white, swollen figure emerged from behind the wall.

In an instant, Ma En felt as if he saw a pale, bloated body hanging up like a dead pig. After a moment, he realized that it was his hallucination and that the fat, pale body in front of him was not real flesh and blood.

It was a spacious "coat," though that's not entirely accurate, because although its surface was eerily pale and deathly, its shape and the black mirror on the head revealed the true identity of this awkward outfit.

This is an astronaut who was hanged by a rope in the middle of the living room.

What's even stranger is that there are various objects and rubble floating around the hanging corpse, forming a "planetary belt," as if his body is in space, and even the weightlessness has been pulled into the room. However, Ma En immediately noticed something even more unusual.

Not only was he suspended by gravity, but a thick, dark red liquid was flowing down his lower legs, emitting a foul, nauseating odor.

This was the sound that brought Marx and Engels into the living room.

While all the surrounding objects were floating in a state of weightlessness, the blood was strangely flowing towards the ground, forming a stable, almost pure black lake. The lake was completely confined within the range of that weightless field, and despite the continuous dripping of blood, the lake showed no signs of spreading.

Looking at the bizarre sight of the astronaut's hanging corpse, Ma En began to create a layer of psychic energy around him to prevent anything from spreading out without his knowledge.

But what exactly is this? Is it an anomaly inherent to the house itself? Or is it from a former resident? Did the house kill him? Or perhaps he never actually died? Or maybe he was just bait for the anglerfish…

Whatever it is, Maren intends to keep his distance.

The problem is that this doesn't seem to align with his request.

This doesn't seem like a pleasant and safe memory at all; it should be described as an extremely bizarre and dangerous fragment of memory. Could it be that the fairy in the dream cannot truly exert his wish-granting power?
With that in mind, Ma En began to look around the rest of the living room, trying to find something noteworthy about the hanging corpse; otherwise, he would have no choice but to try to touch the body.

But he hadn't walked more than a few steps when he saw an amazing view.

Outside the living room window, the blood-red sunset had somehow dyed the entire world crimson, even the sea surface resembled a giant, boiling tomato soup, and the strange plants were stained with a dark red color like rotting flesh.

But these wild scenes now appear incredibly bleak.

Because a stunningly beautiful pale golden figure was sitting right there on the shore.