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Chapter 573 The Notebook... It's Changed Again
"Mu Daxian... he failed on the Night Watch route and almost died. Old Mo saved him, and he should be alright now. He hasn't appeared at the Art Building yet. I guess either he hasn't fully woken up, or he still wants to do something at the Clock Tower... Whew! Hah! Whew-hah! Whew—Whew—"

After saying this, Lin Yi completely withdrew from Li Zidan's body, and Li Zidan's original will completely regained control.

"Hu, hu, hu..."

He gasped for breath, and as he took control of his body, he swayed and collapsed to the ground.

"Donnie Yen!"

"Brother Li!"

The art students around him immediately surrounded him and helped him up.

"Li Zidan, are you alright?" the art teacher asked with concern.

As Li Zidan gradually regained control of his body, his face paled: "I should... be alright..."

"We still need to observe carefully..." the art teacher said with concern.

Li Zidan suddenly said, "Teacher, I remember now, last time... last time when I was in a daze, it seemed like this Lin Yi descended upon me!"

"But that time... he didn't seem to have such domineering control!"

Upon hearing this, the art teacher's expression changed slightly.

"Last time... wasn't that yesterday morning?"

"He possessed you yesterday?"

"Doesn't that mean Lin Yi has mastered a method that can reliably achieve a 'leap of will'?!"

"how so……?"

"How did he do that?"

The art teacher seemed lost in thought, while the art students around him exchanged bewildered glances, speechless.

Such a "person" has already transcended the scope of their understanding.

Is this still a person?
The art teacher asked in a low voice, "Li Zidan, before you lost control of your body, did you see any traces of extraordinary power with colors, like... gold?"

Li Zidan frowned and thought for a long time before saying somewhat confusedly, "It seems like there is, but it also seems like there isn't... I saw a colorful light pollution... like the state that appears after the glass of an art building is broken, it has all kinds of colors, but it also seems like there is nothing at all."

Upon hearing this, the art teacher frowned deeply. After a long while, he said, "Never mind, we've gathered enough information today, far more than ever before. Let's return to the art building now."

She is very anxious.

She had many questions for Big Golden Retriever and Bai Fangshuo about this guy named "Lin Yi".

“T-Teacher…” an art student began, pointing with some alarm at the lamp-like supernatural creation in her hand, “The light… has become a little brighter!”

Gasping for breath, Li Zidan struggled to speak: "It's not that the lights got brighter, but... huff, huff... it's that ever since Lin Yi appeared... he's been absorbing, huff, huff... absorbing the extraordinary power around him..."

"The light from that lamp... was absorbed by him, whoosh, whoosh... so the light now is just... recovering..."

"Huh, huh..."

"Alright, stop talking for now, get some rest, let's go back to the art building," the art teacher said.
The group of people then began to leave the bookshelf one after another.

Soon, the floor, filled with black and white Doric columns, returned to calm, leaving only swaying light and shadow constantly flitting through the space, filling the entire floor with a sense of mystery.

The layer ripples slightly.

Illusory outlines appeared on the Doric columns, gradually taking on devilish and angelic forms under the reflection of floating light and shadow.

On those pillars, as white as mutton fat jade, white angel sculptures wore sinister smiles; while on those obsidian-like pillars, pure black demon sculptures wore pious expressions.

He's here...

He really came...

[Withering away...]

[Black Moon...]

Laugh all you want...

Soon... you won't be laughing anymore...

Chasing the light through the mist...

[Following the tide to mourn the dead...]

As the black moon fades...

[The mourners come from the endless depths of the sea...]

The black demon sculpture has a compassionate expression, yet it reveals a laugh; the white angel sculpture has a sinister smile, but it makes no sound.

On the cylinder below them, countless sculptures of little devils and cherubs, some in flight and others in a supporting posture, cling to the cylinder, surrounded by numerous chains.

But under the interplay of light and shadow, the outlines of the little devil and the little angel sculptures constantly alternate between solidity and illusion, and at one point, the sculptures of the little devil and the little angel both present a broken and incomplete state.

A state of... a broken sculpture.

……

May 11, X023, 9:00 AM, Building B, Class 2, Group B, Bookshelf Area.

Lin Yi's will returned to his body, and then he exhaled a long breath of turbid air.

He closed the book and returned it to the shelf, but after thinking for a moment, he took it down again.

Perhaps we can show it to Liangzi.

He stood in front of the bookshelf, holding a book, pondering what his art teacher had said...

Of course, he didn't think deeply about it; he simply pieced together the information with what he already knew and tried to reconstruct in his mind what had happened after he fell asleep the previous night.

Soon, an image appeared in his mind...

Endless torrential rain...

Thick, heavy fog...

The art building is like a miniature toy encased in a glass bottle. In the darkness outside the bottle, an "angel" whose full form is obscured stretches out countless thick, snake-like tentacles, swirling with dark clouds as it watches the art building within the bottle with predatory eyes.

In the darkness beneath the glass bottle, the hazy "High-Ranking Alien Angel" protruded part of its body from the black sea; even just the tip of the iceberg above the water was the size of a mountain range.

The "High-Rank Alien Angel" resembled a pair of enormous hands, with ten fingers encircling the entire glass bottle.

The tentacles of the "angel" and the fingers of the "higher alien angel" pressed against the glass bottle, and cracks began to appear on the entire bottle.

One after another, the grinning angels began to seep into the glass bottle through the cracks, and then invade the art building.

With the arrival of the Grimace Angel, the Nightwalkers began to infiltrate the art building... The art students formed groups and spread throughout the art building, constantly stabilizing the building's structure and eliminating the Nightwalkers.

However, as time went on, the art building fell into a disadvantageous position. The "angels" and "higher-ranking alien angels" began to penetrate their bodies into the glass bottles, making the already disadvantaged art building's situation even worse.

At the critical moment, Night Watchman-02 rang the quantum giant bell "Sanctuary," and the shockwave swept across the art building, annihilating all the bodies of the "angels" and "higher alien angels" that had invaded the art building.

The entire scene lingered in his mind for only a few seconds. His main focus was on the seemingly unchanging walls of the art building, so much so that the countless battles fought by teachers and students throughout the long night were subconsciously ignored.

He also seemed to see the campus.

I saw the dim light reflected off the outer wall of the glass bottle in the art building.

In that dim light, the campus was reflected in the sky above the art building layer, just as the art building was suspended upside down in the sky within the campus layer.

The seawater of the Black Sea, mixed with parts of the body of the "High-Rank Alien Angel," seeped into the campus through unknown layer fluctuations, becoming a terrifying tentacle that descended into the campus from the endless night and raging storm.

Under the dark night sky of the campus, groups of three or five chefs in black aprons, wielding butcher knives, fought against the grinning angels, and some even battled tentacles.

They were constantly wounded, yet they continued to fight, until they fought to the death.

The security guards seemed to be moving around the campus, but Lin Yi couldn't guess their location or imagine the battle in the gymnasium. He could only imagine a small part of the fierce fighting on campus.

He shook his head gently, then took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

He rubbed his temples, suddenly feeling a strong urge to know the situation at the stadium.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of Li Huiyuan, and Xu Shunkang and the others...

"They should, or at least will, come and sign in, right?" Lin Yi's heart skipped a beat. If he saw Li Huiyuan, he might be able to ask her about the situation at the stadium!
Of course, even without asking about the situation at the stadium, just seeing Li Huiyuan was quite a happy thing.

Seeing Li Huiyuan, this sunflower-like girl, in this somber and oppressive place seems to lift one's spirits considerably.

Lin Yi glanced at his watch, then took the book and left the bookshelf area, heading towards his seat.

Upon reaching his seat, he handed the book to Wei Liang.

"What?" Wei Liang was surprised when he saw the book being handed to him. "You're picking out books for me? Oh, you've got taste! Let me see what you think of your taste!"

Wei Liang revealed a venomous expression, cackling strangely as he took the book Lin Yi had chosen and placed it in front of him, glancing at the cover first.

"Girlfriend Showdown! The Ultimate Challenge!", wow... Lao Lin, your tastes have changed so much?

Lin Yi was stunned for a moment. What the hell?

He glanced at the cover and, after clearly seeing the words on the book cover, his expression changed slightly.

Damn... When he was choosing the book, he didn't care at all what it was. He never expected that the "appearance" of the book would be so violent.

"Liangzi, don't just focus on what's in front of you. You need to see beyond the core of this comic book!" he said earnestly.

"Tch, tch, tch..." Wei Liang waved his hands repeatedly, "Why are you bringing up what I said?"

"Alright, alright, I'll reluctantly try your taste first. You may leave now, my dear subject."

Wei Liang then buried his head in his books.

Lin Yi glanced around the room and realized that no one had returned to the classroom yet.

Xu Shunkang and his group did not appear, nor did Li Huiyuan.

Lin Yi frowned slightly. Judging from the situation, the stadium had indeed been hit quite hard. He wondered how his boss and Li Huiyuan were doing...

He shook his head helplessly. There was no way to get an answer to this kind of thing now, and there was no point in worrying. He might as well find something to do.

Speaking of this, he took out his notepad.

This notepad isn't waterproof, but the paper didn't rot from getting wet, and it was almost completely dry overnight.

He then flipped the folded tabletop out and slowly unfolded the notepad.

Just as he took out his notepad, Wei Liang, who was reading comics next to him, shivered as if he had been caught in a sudden, eerie wind.

He glanced at Lin Yi, then silently looked away.

Lin Yi opened the notepad and then sighed helplessly.

After being soaked in water, the notepad was not damaged, but the handwriting on it became even more messy and illegible, like blobs of ink that had been smeared. All the notes he had made were now ruined.

Although he kept rewriting his records as his understanding deepened, the sudden loss of everything meant that the most recently recorded information was also gone.

He flipped through the notepad helplessly, sighing as he did so.

The latest notes in this notebook, many of which serve as reminders, are now practically useless.

As he flipped through the pages, he sped up, but as he did so, he vaguely noticed a strange sense of familiarity with the blurred ink marks.

He couldn't help but stop turning the pages and stare at the ink blots.

But he couldn't figure it out at all, so he started flipping through the pages quickly again, just like before.

This time, as the pages were turned quickly, he felt as if the ink on the pages was dancing.

Because of the rapid flipping, the ink blobs on the pages created a kind of visual persistence effect. When this effect occurred, the overlapping of the strokes subtly outlined some traces resembling secret patterns...

"this……?!"

Lin Yi's heart stirred slightly, and he quickly flipped through the notepad again.

"Splash—splash—splash—"

The pages turned rapidly, making the sound of seawater being pushed ashore by the wind.

The blurry words on the pages kept jumping around, and the eerie characters seemed to be floating there.

Some of the marks actually resembled the text of a warning or admonition!
""...gjr... min... blgeorn..."

He muttered to himself, as if he were reading the words he was looking at.

But Wei Liang's voice immediately came from beside him: "Old Lin, what are you barking like a dog next to me?"

Lin Yi's train of thought was interrupted, and he quickly came back to his senses: "I..."

"Never mind, it's alright." Wei Liang waved his hand when he saw Lin Yi respond. "Keep your voice down a bit, or Teacher Lin might think you're having a seizure."

"Okay, okay..." Lin Yi replied speechlessly. When he looked at the notepad again, he found that after the feeling from before was dispelled, he was now finding it difficult to concentrate and turn the pages.

However, those images from earlier remained an indelible shadow in his mind.

"How did my written records... turn into admonitions?!"

(End of this chapter)