Chapter 2475 Pure White Chamber <TOC> Chapter 2477 A Golden Meteor
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After an indeterminable amount of time, Angel fell from the midst of golden light.
His eyes were tightly shut, and his cheeks were ashen.
Seconds later, Angel suddenly opened his eyes. However, before he could take a clear look at his surroundings, he clutched at his chest and propped himself up from the ground, violently retching to the side.
This retching lasted for a good half minute.
Nonetheless, since Angel had nothing in his stomach, he only managed to vomit out sour gastric juices. Regardless, he felt somewhat better, as his breathing seemed smoother than before.
“This is the second time… the second time…” Angel’s voice, filled with resentment, seeped through his clenched teeth.
Previously, when he was swallowed by the spotted puppy, he experienced an unprecedented tumbling that made him feel extremely uncomfortable. This time was even worse; Angel didn’t know how many times he had tumbled, as if he rolled from yesterday to today.
Even with his current constitution, to be tormented to the point of dry heaving showed how memorably harrowing this tumbling experience was for Angel.
Once the stifling feeling in his chest eased, Angel finally raised his head to look around.
What he saw made his gaze freeze.
Clocks.
Countless clocks.
Round, square, flat, slanted, as large as the morning star, as small as a ring, cracked, half-embedded into the void, shimmering, dim…
All kinds of clocks filled this unknown void.
And Angel was at a corner of this “Clock Forest.”
Beneath his feet was the void, yet strangely, where he stepped, a patch of faintly glowing moss grew. Angel tentatively took a few steps, and the glowing moss would automatically grow where his feet landed, ensuring he wouldn’t fall into the void.
Though the situation where moss grew out of nowhere beneath his feet was quite peculiar, considering this was inside the spotted puppy’s stomach, anything could happen, so Angel didn’t dwell on it.
He believed these glowing mosses were probably just an insignificant detail.
What the spotted puppy really wanted him to see might be this “clock forest.”
These clocks had various styles, some were intricate, others simple. At first glance, Angel didn’t find anything particularly remarkable about them. Their only commonality was: they were all still.
Since the spotted puppy brought him here——yes, Angel firmly believed his appearance here must be the spotted puppy’s design——then the spotted puppy must want him to see something or do something here.
With that thought, Angel stood up.
He walked towards the nearest clock.
It was a somewhat dim grandfather clock, with corroded hands. Positioned on the very outskirts of the clock forest, it looked like an ornament that a fallen noble had put up to maintain appearances.
No matter how Angel looked at it, he couldn’t see anything special about this grandfather clock.
After hesitating for a second, he decided to reach out and touch it. ——Before, it was by touching a clock outside that triggered a change, maybe the clocks here would do the same.
But when Angel reached out, he found himself grasping at air.
This clock was not tangible.
It was an illusion.
Angel was stunned for a moment. As a wizard specializing in illusion magic, he had not detected any illusory elements in this clock beforehand. Apart from being somewhat worn out, in his eyes, in his psychic vision, it was just a real clock.
Angel couldn’t help but wave his hand back and forth next to the clock, even though he was only touching an illusion, he still couldn’t see any trace of the illusion.
Could this be a higher form of illusion?
Or perhaps, this wasn’t an illusion at all, but something beyond Angel’s abilities to physically interact with?
Angel couldn’t come up with an answer and could only attribute it to the miraculous abilities of the spotted puppy.
Since this clock was an illusion, what about the other clocks? Angel didn’t dwell on one place for too long but continued towards other clocks.
A square clockwheel… illusion.
A heart-shaped pocket watch… illusion.
An ornate wall clock… illusion.
Angel moved forward, touching everything along the way, whether it was a clock as tall as a skyscraper or a small pocket watch, not a single one was real; all were illusions.
Although these clocks had distinct appearances, Angel really couldn’t see any value worth studying closely. He could only continue forward.
And as Angel moved forward, the clocks around him started to become much more refined, and there were many more glowing clockwheels.
But, no matter how refined or dazzling, they were just coated with a layer of beauty, the inner shell was still illusory.
Perhaps because there were too many illusory clocks and he hadn’t found any point of interest, Angel’s thoughts began to wander to strange places. For example, at this moment, he was thinking: If he were a clockmaker, he might be very happy here, as he wouldn’t need to think about designs for future clocks; the plans were all laid out, every day could be different.
With various unrelated thoughts, Angel continued forward. After walking for who knows how long, he suddenly saw a huge, towering spire clock in the distance.
The clock seemed to hold up the heavens and the earth, unimaginably vast.
Upon glimpsing the clock for the first time, Angel immediately had a thought: There, perhaps, is the destination!
Angel didn’t care whether this thought was a premonition or a notion forcibly inserted by the spotted puppy. Having nowhere else to go, he decided to check it out, perhaps finding some clues.
Without hesitation, Angel even quickened his pace.
In the void, drifting glowing moss flickered into existence beneath Angel’s feet, serving as a beacon, guiding him to the vicinity of the gigantic clock.
Upon arrival, Angel immediately knew he was in the right place.
For, as he entered within a kilometer radius of the spire clock, all the previously still clocks started ticking.
Tick-tock, tick-tock——
The sounds of various hands jumping echoed across the skies.
However, these ticking clocks were still intangible; Angel couldn’t touch them.
He could only continue forward, accompanied by the ticking of time passing, step by step, approaching the spire clock.
Here, the clocks became noticeably sparser. Where before clocks were seen every few steps, here hundreds of steps might not reveal a single clock.
But any clock existing near that gigantic one was bound to be resplendent, incredibly magnificent.
After circling past these ethereal and splendid clocks, Angel stood below the gigantic clock.
When he arrived, as if triggering a mechanism, a deep and lofty shadow slowly emerged at the top of the clock.
Upon seeing this shadow, Angel was stunned.
Although he couldn’t see the shadow’s face, the outline and the casual sitting posture were all too familiar!
When he first encountered the Time Thief, the latter was sitting atop the Wheel of Time in the same manner.
He, the Time Thief?
Had the Time Thief also arrived inside the spotted puppy’s belly?
Was the Time Thief here for me? Could it be that I’m about to make some monumental decision?
Angel was confused; he didn’t seem to be facing a choice. Typically, the Time Thief’s appearance meant a choice was to be stolen, right?
Or, did the Time Thief foresee that Angel was about to make a choice, hence waiting here in advance?
That didn’t seem like the Time Thief’s style… From what Angel had heard from many, the Time Thief wouldn’t show up at the moment of choice. Once a choice was made, the alternative would naturally be stolen by him.
This is the habitual practice of the Time Thief, his distinctive style, and also a restriction law.
At least for others, when choices are yet to appear, they have never seen the Time Thief making an early appearance.
What then is the situation at hand?
As Angel pondered in suspicion, a crisp bell sound broke through the restrictions, coming from the distant outskirts.
At the moment this bell sound resonated, Angel felt, for reasons unknown, his heart beginning to beat rapidly.
And the Time Thief, seated atop the grand clock wheel, suddenly lifted his head, looking in the direction of the bell sound.
“A mark has triggered a selection,” muttered the Time Thief softly. “Let’s see.”
As his words fell, a round clock was suddenly pulled from the outskirts to the vicinity by the Time Thief.
It was this round clock that was now emitting a crisp sound.
Watching this familiar round clock, Angel’s heartbeat accelerated even more… He always felt, this round clock had a profound connection with himself.
As if, that round clock, represented himself in a way.
High up, the round clock in the hands of the Time Thief, suddenly began to overflow with golden light. The Time Thief took a deep sniff, saying in a playful tone, “Ah, the overflow of the nectar of time, truly the sweetest… It seems necessary to take a look.”
Angel also saw that golden light, and for some reason, when his gaze was fixed on that flowing golden light, an image surfaced in his mind.
That was not long ago, when he decided to return to the Mist Belt, and the scene of Sanders bidding him farewell——
At that time, Angel was speaking with a determined gaze: “Moreover, what I said before, about observing the process of the ascension of the disorderly object, although it was just a makeshift excuse, the moment I said it, I had a premonition that returning was the right choice.”
“It was even a strong premonition… as if making a choice that could turn the path of life.”
After listening to Angel’s words, Sanders was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke: “Since you feel this choice is important, then eliminate all possible interference and follow what your heart desires.”
The golden light dispersed, and the image also faded from Angel’s eyes.
Looking at the Time Thief high above, and then at the round clock emitting golden light.
In that moment, he suddenly understood.
What he was seeing now, was not happening in the current time and space.
It was a little while ago, when he was making the choice to return to the Mist Belt, that had occurred.
This was also why previously, when he chose to return to the Mist Belt, he suddenly felt a sense of destiny. Because that choice activated the mark of the Time Thief, drawing his attention to himself.
And that round clock, the reason Angel felt it was closely related to himself, perhaps was because, that was actually his clock of destiny, just materialized by the Time Thief.
Everything became clear.
Angel also roughly understood that the Time Thief in front of him wasn’t real. He was just a manifestation of the past Time Thief by the spotted puppy.
However, Angel still didn’t understand why the spotted puppy would manifest such a scene.
Was it to tell him that the Time Thief had watched him not long ago?
But if the Time Thief truly watched him and stole his choice… the Time Thief should have appeared, right? Even if he didn’t appear, there should at least be some form of compensation! The Time Thief stealing someone’s choice would inevitably have a cost, maintaining a balance.
But when Angel made his choice initially, he neither saw the Time Thief nor received any compensation.
Why is that?
Did the Time Thief suddenly give up on paying attention to him?
With these questions in mind, Angel continued to watch.
Then, he saw that the Time Thief indeed prepared to go to where Angel was, even seeing how the Time Thief manipulated the circular clock, opening the grand door on the clock.
But at the most critical moment, the Time Thief suddenly retracted his hand.
His fingertip was pricked when touching the grand door.
A drop of golden blood fell from his fingertip, dropping into the void…
And the Time Thief, looking at the disappearing golden blood, narrowed his eyes and said, “Going there, I have a bad premonition… Could it be that, by going, I might encounter…”
The rest of his words suddenly became vague.
As if someone was stirring up the time-space, not wanting Angel to hear.
Angel could only see that the Time Thief never opened that grand door again. ——This might be the reason why Angel made a choice, yet the other party never appeared.
When the Time Thief retreated to the top of the giant clock, the disturbed sound finally returned to normal.
Then, Angel saw the Time Thief looking at the round clock face with interest.
“It seems to be a person of profound impact…”
Upon saying this, the Time Thief’s head slowly turned, looking down from above at Angel.
In that moment, it seemed as if the past and present were intertwining and twirling together.
And now, the gaze of Angel, from the current time-space, met without any obstruction the gaze of the Time Thief from the past time-space.
“Woof woof——”
At the moment of their gaze meeting, Angel heard the familiar sound of a dog barking, seemingly the spotted puppy calling out.
Simultaneously, the surroundings began to blur.
The clock forest, the massive clock wheels, and the swaying golden light along with the tall figure of the Time Thief… after the urgent barking of the spotted puppy, everything started to blur.
Soon, all the images around, including the clock and the Time Thief, vanished without a trace.
But in the last second before the images disappeared, Angel still saw the Time Thief’s curled lip smile and heard, crossing through the past and future time-space, his light, low chuckle reaching his ears.
“Oh, it’s you, youngster.”
Chapter 2475 Pure White Chamber <TOC> Chapter 2477 A Golden Meteor