Chapter 552 The Final Appearance <TOC> Chapter 554 Projection Guess
Translator: SumTLMan
Angel looked around in confusion, realizing that he had somehow found himself in darkness.
There were whispers in his ears.
What were they saying? Angel furrowed his brow, unable to hear clearly. But he felt that there were many people whispering to him, perhaps even the low growls of animals.
For some reason, he found this scene very familiar, as if he had just experienced it not long ago.
But when had he experienced it? Angel couldn’t remember.
Or rather, his mind was so chaotic right now that he didn’t have much room to think or recall anything.
He stood up, listening to the voices in his ears, unsure of what to do. But when he inadvertently turned around and saw a speck of light in the distance, he hesitated for a moment and then subconsciously pursued the only source of light in the darkness.
The light was far away, but it never changed, acting like a beacon in the darkness, guiding him in the right direction.
The whispers continued, causing Angel to feel agitated. Especially as he got closer to the light, the whispers grew louder. Different languages, different races, and different frequencies were all making the same, brief noise.
After an unknown amount of time, Angel finally reached the source of the light.
It was a door.
But in Angel’s current chaotic state of mind, he thought the “door” was more like a mirror. This strange thought was because he saw a figure inside the door facing him.
Angel and the person inside the door stood opposite each other. It felt as if he was looking into a mirror.
Even though he couldn’t make out the person’s face, their clothes were fancy and unfamiliar, and their hair was long, not resembling him at all. Yet, he still felt that the person inside the door was… himself?
This illogical thought, amidst his tangled and confused thoughts, seemed like a truth.
“Are you me?” Angel murmured softly.
There was no response from the other side.
Angel raised his right hand in confusion and slowly reached out to touch the other’s face.
His right hand passed through the “door.”
The person inside the “door” also raised their hand and reached out, just like Angel. Their hands met at this moment.
“It’s so cold.” Angel touched the other’s hand, and the only sensation was an icy chill.
It felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
This icy touch made Angel feel very familiar. It seemed that not long ago, he had touched something like this somewhere.
“What are you touching?” A deep voice entered Angel’s ears.
Angel thought the voice was from someone inside the door. Just as he was about to answer, he found that the whispers in his ears had disappeared in an instant. The darkness faded slowly, and the light began to expand. Even the “door” in front of him shattered into several pieces.
Then, Angel opened his eyes.
He saw a very familiar person wearing a black gentleman’s suit… Sanders.
Angel hadn’t reacted yet; he was looking at the “mirror,” so how did it suddenly turn into Sanders?
At that moment, he saw a hint of playfulness in Sanders’ eyes.
Playfulness? Why? Angel followed Sanders’ gaze and looked down. He saw his right wrist being held by Sanders, and his hand was unconsciously grabbing at the air.
Angel instantly sobered up. Looking around, he found himself in a strange room, lying on a wooden bed.
So he had just been dreaming?
Had his wrist been caught by Sanders because he was touching things in his dream? Angel remembered his dream, and he did touch some icy feeling. Could it be that he touched Sanders?
The thought sent chills down Angel’s spine. The other party was Sanders, the serious and unsmiling Southern Region Killing God. Would Sanders chop off his hand for such an offense? After all, he was his apprentice, he shouldn’t… right?
Angel withdrew his hand with an awkward expression, lowered his head, and quickly apologized: “Mentor, I was wrong. I was just dreaming, and I didn’t mean to touch you…”
Sanders paused, chuckled, and scolded: “What kind of messy things are you thinking about? I’m asking you, what were you touching?”
“Wasn’t I touching you?” Seeing Sanders’ disgusted expression, Angel knew he had guessed wrong and quickly changed his words: “I was touching the air… right?”
Sanders shook his head, and his relaxed face turned serious: “No, think about it.”
“I didn’t touch anything… No, it seems like I grabbed someone’s hand in my dream.” Angel recalled his previous dream.
When he was dreaming, his thoughts were chaotic. But he still remembered the general content.
“Whose hand?” Sanders’ expression was serious, staring intently at Angel’s right hand.
Angel followed the direction of his gaze, placing his eyes on his right hand.
His eyes instantly focused.
Was this his hand? From where Sanders had previously gripped his wrist down, the entire palm seemed to have completely changed.
Compared to his left hand, the finger bones of his right hand seemed to have grown longer. He took out his left hand and pressed it tightly against his right hand.
Each finger on his right hand was one knuckle longer than his left hand.
What was even more bizarre was that when he moved his right hand, strange runes with shimmering green light swirled around it.
Angel furrowed his brows tightly, was this hand mine?
Angel tried to clench his palm, and his right hand was easily controlled. He tried to control the green runes floating around his right hand, but they were not under control at all.
The control of the hand felt the same as before, but Angel was too unfamiliar with this hand.
He had been with his right hand for almost sixteen years, and Angel wouldn’t be mistaken. This hand was obviously not his, but why could he control it so freely?
“Put down your research for now; there will be plenty of time to study later. Answer me, whose hand did you grab?” Sanders interrupted Angel’s thoughts and asked again.
Angel shook his head: “I don’t know, I can’t see clearly… he was inside the mirror, no, the door. I don’t know who he is, and I didn’t even see if he was male or female.”
“Was it long golden hair?” Sanders inquired.
Angel shook his head and nodded: “It was long hair, but I couldn’t see the color. The clothes he wore seemed to be very extravagant, but I still couldn’t see the color.” After a pause, Angel looked at Sanders with confusion: “Mentor, how did you know? Did you see him too?”
Sanders didn’t answer him immediately but asked about Angel’s entire dream.
When Angel finished describing the dream’s situation, Sanders asked about his experience after entering Witch Town.
Angel still didn’t conceal anything, recounting the bizarre cabin and the ancient witch he encountered. After listening, Sanders was silent for a moment: “You said that you met that person in the dream and, at the time, in your chaotic thoughts, you thought it was yourself?”
Angel nodded.
Sanders was silent for a moment, rubbing his temples: “When I found the cabin you mentioned, I saw two people. One was you, and the other was hidden in the mist, but I saw that he had long hair similar to your hair color.”
“When I approached, he directly disappeared into the mist.”
Angel: “So, Mentor didn’t see the person’s appearance either?”
Sanders nodded: “Although I didn’t see what that person looked like, I saw his hand, holding your right hand. To be precise, it was merging with your right hand.”
“His hand, my hand, merging?” Angel looked at his unfamiliar right hand, feeling that everything was absurd.
Indeed, this hand didn’t belong to him, but to another long-haired person?
It must be the person in the door he dreamt of.
But why would he do this? And where did his own hand go?
He squeezed his right hand hard, feeling the powerful force within it, but no matter how strong, it was still foreign.
Suddenly, Angel’s eyes narrowed.
He discovered that when he squeezed, there were traces of blood flow in his hand, but… he was clearly a soul now, how could there be blood circulation?
“You finally noticed?” Sanders raised an eyebrow: “Your right palm has become solid.”
“The right hand has become solid?” Angel looked astonished and quickly raised his left hand.
However, the left hand remained in a soul state, or rather, his entire body was in a soul state except for the right hand.
Moreover, Angel thought of a horrifying detail.
If the right hand in the Nightmare Plane became solid, what about the right hand in reality? Was it his or the long-haired person’s?
Furthermore, if he left his body in reality, whose would the right hand in his soul be?
The more Angel thought about it, the more cold sweat he felt.
At this time, Sanders said: “What I said earlier about that person’s hand merging with yours might be somewhat wrong.”
“What’s wrong?”
“It looked like he was merging with your hand, but it also seemed like he was pulling your right hand from the wizard world to the Nightmare Plane.” Sanders paused: “Perhaps it’s a combination of both, but we’ll need to wait until we return to the wizard world to confirm.”
“Before that, don’t use your right hand.” Sanders glanced at the green rune surrounding Angel’s right hand, a trace of apprehension in his eyes. Although the green rune seemed to be devoid of energy, it always gave an obscure sense of terror.
Angel nodded, feeling somewhat disheartened as he leaned against the head of the bed.
If what Sanders said was true, he had really lost a lot during this trip to the Nightmare Plane, even losing his hand.
Seeing this, Sanders pondered for a moment and said: “I have a guess. Perhaps your hand isn’t lost. It is most likely your hand.”
Angel looked over.
Sanders: “You said that the person you met in your dream, you felt it was yourself. Although you were in a chaotic state of mind at the time, perhaps it was because of this that your guess was correct.”
“He might be you, but the projection of you in the Nightmare Plane.”
Chapter 552 The Final Appearance <TOC> Chapter 554 Projection Guess