Star Dome Railway, I'm really good at swallowing!

"Well...thank you, Han Xing."

Han Xing looked at Dan Heng standing beside him and gave him a look. It was as if to say, if you have any problems, you can come to me.

A smile played on his face, but he didn't say anything. He just looked up at the sky, as if he was looking through the rock to the horizon.

At this moment, Bronya's voice came:

"Everyone...are you still awake? What are you doing?"

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Chapter 40 "Welcome to the Domination Theater!"

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"What is everyone doing?" Bronya looked at everything in front of her.

Han Xing held San Yue Qi like a large puppy. Wu Wu, who was beside them, blinked his big eyes and tilted his head to look at Dan Heng, who was looking up at the sky. The scene seemed quite... weird?

Bronya complained madly in her heart:

What kind of weird play is this! ?

Do all aliens like this?

When Sanyueqi saw Bronya's expression, her cheeks instantly turned red. She pushed the big dog away and said with an awkward smile:

"Haha~ We just don't feel sleepy, so we're just sitting here looking at the street view and chatting."

"Oh, let's not talk about us anymore. Have you finished talking to that Oleg? Did he try to give you a hard time?"

"Nothing. We just don't see eye to eye. There are some things we can't agree on."

"I learned too much at once. I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight..."

Bronya looked at Dan Heng, "If you need a night watch, leave it to me."

"But you, an Iron Guard officer, came down here to help us keep watch. I feel like the chances of something going wrong are higher than ours..."

"If they have similar thoughts, I can't blame them... The Silvermane Guards do owe the people below them. If someone had stood up and explained the consequences of their actions to Lady Cocolia... well, there's no point in being so cautious after the fact."

Han Xing chuckled, "Don't worry, Oleg is a smart man. Even if we want to hurt Bronya, he won't allow it."

As he said that, he pulled San Yue Qi beside him and walked towards the big hotel.

"Thank you for your hard work tonight, Bronya."

The simple room only had a worn-out double bed, with some old clothes and sundries piled in the corner. The walls were covered with old posters and photos, which had been stained by the wind and sun and were covered with traces of time.

Two young girls were lying on the bed.

Han Xing felt that the rooms at the Goethe Hotel were more like a B&B, while the Goethe Hotel in the upper area was more like a single suite.

Beside him, Wuwu stared at Han Xing who was staring at the ceiling in a daze with his big eyes without blinking.

"I'm a little uncomfortable having nothing to do tonight."

"Woo, are you hungry?"

"Woo?"

"Oh, forget it. When I get to the Immortal Boat, I'm going to fill my 'space' with snacks. Now that I'm hungry, the only thing I can eat is what the conductor makes..."

"Wow...Aunt Himeko...Coffee."

Han Xing tilted his head and looked at Wuwu with a strange look.

"Wow, do you...remember what Jizi-sister's coffee tastes like?"

Wuwu tilted her cute little head when she heard that, bit her finger and thought for a long time before saying, "It seems... I have no impression."

Han Xing was heartbroken, thinking that he was such an incompetent old father. His child was so hungry that he wanted to drink Ji Zi's coffee.

Han Xing lay down again, rubbed Wuwu's head and said:

"When we get to the Immortal Boat later, I'll take you to eat all the delicious food!"

"Go to sleep first. I'm tired after a day of sleep. I have to go and help Silbronya with the patch~"

Han Xing lay on the bed with one hand on her chest and the other hand gently holding the quilt.

Her eyes slowly closed, and her face gradually relaxed. Her breathing became more steady, and her body gradually sank into the mattress. Slowly, her thoughts became fuzzy, and darkness appeared before her eyes.

In the darkness, Han Xing felt herself floating in the air, her body light and free, her mood becoming relaxed and happy. She felt her soul slowly being released, like a bird trapped in a cage finally flying free into the sky.

"Use truth to create illusion, and use contradiction to reverse meaning."

“To dismantle yourself is to become yourself.”

“Only by creating opposition can we enter into unity.”

"This... is all the arrangements I can complete."

These sounds rang in Han Xing's ears, as if they were the keys to a certain door.

She sank into the water.

The passage of time did not stop in this darkness.

The tiny sounds became clearer and clearer, but Han Xing's survival instinct made it impossible for him to listen quietly any longer.

She felt like she was drowning. She struggled and tried to wave her arms, looking towards the only light.

The bubble rises slowly, gradually becomes smaller, and then deforms and bursts the moment it approaches the water surface.

The floating feeling suddenly disappeared.

An ancient European-style building came into Han Xing's sight.

The building, while tall and majestic, looks like a relic of a bygone era, but has been weathered and left in a dilapidated state, with the paint fading and the brickwork beneath revealing itself.

There are spiral staircases on the left and right sides of the building. The edges of the stairs are lit, reflecting on the surrounding walls, forming faint rays of light.

Han Xing looked down at the floor beneath his feet. It was very smooth, as if it had just been wiped.

Every corner of this space is filled with contradictions and disharmony.

And the scenery before her lost all its color, except for herself.

The atmosphere of the entire space is solemn and dignified, as if it were a palace or theater in the past.

But now it seems empty, dilapidated and lonely. In this atmosphere, the lights on the spiral staircase seem particularly bright, making people want to go up, see the mysterious upper floor, and explore the secrets of history.

Han Xing walked cautiously up the spiral staircase. She had just tried to call out to Wuwu, but found that Wuwu, who could not be restrained anywhere, could not follow her this time. This made Han Xing feel a little uneasy.

She was already a little impatient as she was used to having someone around.

Han Xing complained madly in his heart:

What's going on? Sword Art Online Promix version?

But the more she walked, the more she felt that everything in front of her had a sense of déjà vu.

Wait a moment.

theater.......

Han Xing once again looked around—

There are still some doll debris floating in the distance...

Holy shit! Doesn't this control the theater?

Why did he appear in the Domination Theater?

Han Xing reached out and touched the candle on the side of the stairs.

"I can hold it, and it feels warm. It would be difficult to achieve this in a dream."

[Detecting the host's space. ]

[The host's space is extremely unstable and cannot be detected.]

[Host, please try to repair this space. ]

Han Xing raised his brows slightly. A space that can be repaired?

Could it be...

Thinking of this, her mind changed, and the golden energy in her body spread out like a physical version. After a while, the surrounding space was covered by golden light.

After a long time...

【Space repair completed.】

【Welcome to the paradise of the past life - Domination Theater. 】

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Chapter 41 "Falling into the Past"

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[Energy remaining 20%]

really.......

When Han Xing heard that the space could be repaired, he suspected that he might be in the paradise of the past life.

But what she didn't understand was why the Domination Theater appeared in the paradise of the past.

His eyes were slightly closed, and energy filled the entire space.

[Scanning space...]

Go up the stairs.

A pocket watch lay quietly in front of him.

[Discovering the "Spiral" Velvet's life seal "Falling into the Past"]

She bent down and picked it up.

This is a pocket watch that has been out of service for a long time. If you look closely, you can still find some traces of repairs.

"The first thing to break was the minute hand. It broke in two without warning. But soon after, a new minute hand was knocked in."

"The second thing that broke was the case. It was cracked, as if it had been hit by something. But it was repaired and a dark gold protective case was put on it."

"Then, it was the movement that broke. Perhaps it was left near a strong magnetic field for too long, or perhaps it experienced too many collisions... In any case, this watch is no longer accurate."

"But...it was repaired—with a brand new movement, and it works perfectly."

"Later, this pocket watch broke many times and was repaired many times."

"Until one day, the person who always repaired this pocket watch suddenly had this thought: "This pocket watch...what did it look like before I repaired it?"

"And then, no one wanted to repair this pocket watch anymore." ——Who are you? And who am I?

The moment Han Xing touched the watch, this information flooded into her mind.

But at this moment, the minute hand that had been repaired was broken again, and the repaired watch case was once again covered with countless cracks.

Her breathing became slightly heavier, and energy flowed into the pocket watch like a tide.

【The life seal cannot be repaired.】

[Host, please try to input memory energy. ]

She sighed.

"Isn't it possible? If I had known, I would have gone back to the train."

Putting the pocket watch in his jacket pocket, Han Xing continued to look around.

Thanks to her restoration, the once dilapidated theatre has regained its original colour and the broken parts have been repaired.

Not far away, the remains of a doll were scattered around.