Build an ancient-level power in the nightmare world

In the dimly lit corridor, candlelight flickered.

The electric lights that originally illuminated both sides of the corridor were replaced by slender white candles emitting a pale yellow glow after a certain corner.

The candlelight from different angles shone on Chris and his companion, casting several distorted shadows of varying shades on the floor and walls.

Chris's gaze shifted back and forth between the tall, imposing man's back in front of him, the candlelight on the wall, and the dappled shadows on the ground.

After entering this place, he had a creepy feeling about him.

That indescribable feeling lingered in his mind, and he couldn't even remember when the electric lights on both sides of the corridor were replaced with candles.

Although the candlelight could illuminate the corridor, it was still significantly less bright than the electric lights in front.

The interplay of light and shadow made Chris feel that the air in the corridor was damp and colder as it flowed over his skin.

This inexplicable feeling stirred up vague images from some bizarre dreams that Chris had long forgotten.

Walking ahead of Chris was Benjamin from the Trust and Estate Planning Department of Madison Asset Management.

Chris was deeply impressed by the monocle the other person was wearing in his left eye.

After leaving the VIP room, Chris followed Benjamin down to the basement level, and then followed him through a long, narrow corridor, turning left and right.

The other person didn't seem to have any intention of chatting with Chris.

After leaving the VIP room, the other person told Chris to follow him to the basement to retrieve a package, and then walked slowly ahead of him.

"Ahem~ Mr. Benjamin, are you not here yet?" Chris couldn't help but urge him on.

"Almost there." Benjamin's mature, deep baritone voice rang out from ahead, and the other person replied without turning their head.

Chris frowned slightly at the other party's attitude, feeling somewhat displeased.

The attitude of this guy in front of me is quite different from that of Irving, who first greeted me.

Chris took out his pocket watch and glanced at the time: 7:24 PM.

Chris looked at the pocket watch in his hand, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

"Only four minutes have passed?"

Chris stared at the pocket watch in his hand for a while. The hands of the watch were still ticking evenly, showing no signs of breaking.

After Chris finished his dessert in the VIP room, he checked the time once. His pocket watch showed 7:20 p.m.

After checking the time, Benjamin knocked on the VIP room door.

In other words, only four minutes had passed from the time Benjamin appeared until Chris followed him down to the basement level and walked along the corridor for a while.

Chris put away his pocket watch, his gaze unconsciously drifting to Benjamin, who was less than a meter away. A long-forgotten sense of unreality began to emerge.

As a transmigrator, during the first few days after arriving in this world, he did indeed feel that everything around him was so unreal.

But life goes on. If you don't eat, you'll go hungry; if you don't drink, you'll get thirsty. These unavoidable tasks of eating and drinking gradually pulled Chris out of that sense of unreality.

But now, that feeling has returned.

There was a huge discrepancy between the timekeeping of the pocket watch and Chris's physical sensation.

In this state, blurry images began to flash uncontrollably through Chris's mind.

Although the images were blurry, Chris could still feel a very familiar sense of fear in them, a fear that made his heart race uncontrollably.

This feeling intensified, making Chris want to escape immediately.

He wanted to escape the dark corridor, the monotonous work, the suspicious looks from his colleagues, and the body that caused him anxiety.

Chris felt his body getting lighter and lighter, as if he were floating.

He saw his own back.

The corridor in his eyes seemed to stretch infinitely and become increasingly narrow, and the figure that should have belonged to him in front of him grew smaller and smaller.

Just when Chris could barely see his own back anymore, a familiar image suddenly flashed through his mind.

It was a playing card.

The playing card is decorated with a design resembling an antique key.

The white fluorescent light emanating from the key in the design flickers rhythmically, as if it's breathing.

Chris's attention was now completely drawn to the key.

The fear he felt, the blurry images that terrified him, and the unreal feeling quickly subsided.

The cool air flowed through Chris's nasal cavity and into his lungs, bringing an unusually refreshing sensation to his brain.

Feeling his heart still pounding rapidly in his chest, Chris had the feeling of surviving a nightmare and returning to the real world.

Most importantly, he regained control of his body.

After Chris came to his senses, he realized that he had stopped in the same spot without even realizing it.

His eyes focused quickly, and Benjamin's tall and imposing figure came into his view.

The candlelight in the corridor still flickered.

But at this moment, in Chris's eyes, these candles seemed much brighter than before.

The gloomy and oppressive feeling in the corridor had completely disappeared.

Chris looked up at Benjamin's expressionless face, who was staring at him calmly.

Chris was about to explain something when the other person spoke first: "We've arrived."

After saying that, Benjamin turned around and pushed open the gray-black door at the end of the corridor.

Chris only then realized that he had followed Benjamin to the end of the corridor.

Looking at the door that Benjamin had pushed open, he noticed that there were obvious signs that the door had been repainted.

This is a stark contrast to the interiors of Madison, where even the cracks in the walls are meticulously sealed with special materials.

Benjamin had already gone inside the house.

Chris glanced inside and then followed him in.

Chris knew that what had just happened could not possibly be a simple hallucination.

Something must have happened to him that he is not yet aware of.

But now is not the time to delve into these matters.

He didn't want to stay here any longer. Since he was already here, he might as well take that thing that someone had left for him.

He had already made up his mind that the things left behind by someone who could entrust Madison Asset Management with this kind of business were probably not ordinary items.

He'll keep the things if they're useful, and sell them if they're not, since he's short of money right now.

The room was still lit by candles on the walls.

But the firelight was very bright, illuminating the room exceptionally well, just as brightly as an electric light.

Chris's gaze swept over the unusually bright, white-glowing candles, a sense of curiosity swirling within him, but his eyes quickly settled on the oval table in the center of the room.

There was a rectangular object there, wrapped in multiple layers of yellowish-brown kraft paper.

The outermost kraft paper looks somewhat old, with many small, round holes of varying sizes, as if it had been eaten by insects.

The kraft paper had now been torn open from the top, and Chris could clearly see that inside was a bronze box with some verdigris spots.

This box looks quite old.

Next to the box was a similarly opened letter and a uniquely shaped, bronze-colored key.