Cloud Thinking

Helia fell into a dream of nothingness with boundless anger. During the fall, she longed to see Watersiser and borrow his power to punish the betrayer. But reality once again stabbed her in the back. She could not hear any sound, could not see anything, and even though she shouted Watersiser's name for who knows how many times, she did not get a response from him.

Her consciousness was still sinking, but she felt very sober, even a little too sober. After the anger, she felt regret and self-mockery. She knew that Ian Hill was not right long ago, so how could she believe him and let down her guard just because of his sweet words? She was so stupid!

They say beauty brings disaster, and Ian Hill has become her beauty! I was really mesmerized by that face and lost my mind! What's the difference between this and those damn love-brains! How confused!

She struggled to leave this empty dream, but it was like being in a swamp. The more she struggled, the deeper she fell. With the ups and downs of her emotions, her consciousness gradually blurred. No matter how hard she tried to hold on, she had to succumb to her body's instincts in the end, and with the rage of revenge in her heart, she fell into silence.

She didn't know how long she had slept. When Helia opened her eyes, she found herself in a completely unfamiliar environment: underneath her was an exaggeratedly large blanket, a colorful blanket made of several different furs, with scattered feathers on it, which almost took up the entire room, and she was lying in the center.

Her clothes were changed into a pure white loose dress, similar to the nightgown she usually wore, as soft and comfortable as feathers.

The surroundings were very empty and there was almost no furniture. It seemed that the only things in the room were the huge blanket under her and her.

She propped herself up with her hands and tried to sit up. As she moved, she heard a clanging sound that made her notice that there was a lock ring on her left wrist, which was just right for her wrist bone. A long chain hung on the ground and connected to a stone wall in a corner of the house.

She stared at the chain on her hand for a long time in shock. She really didn't expect that she was imprisoned. When she was captured and taken to the Morogen Cult's base camp before, she was just locked up and tied up with ropes, but this time she was chained? !

She grabbed the chain with her backhand and pulled it hard, wrapping it around her hand, and the sound of jingling followed her movements. It was not until she could no longer pull it that Helia realized that the chain was very long, so long that she could go to every corner of the room without hindrance while wearing it.

The lock ring was tailor-made for her, so it wouldn't get stuck and cause her any discomfort, but it also didn't allow her to remove it easily. She also noticed traces of magic flowing on it, so she thought there must be a magic formula engraved on it.

She loosened the chain around her hand, climbed up and walked barefoot on the soft carpet to look around. The room was cylindrical in shape, with a heavy locked wooden door on one side and thick curtains on the other. But when she pulled them open, she saw a stone wall behind the curtains. She knocked on it and found it was completely solid and could not be broken without external force.

There was a small window in the stone wall near the ceiling. It should be daytime outside, and light shone through the gap in the iron railings onto the blanket behind her. She estimated with her naked eyes that the window was so small that she could only stick her head in and still get stuck. She guessed that its purpose was to ventilate the room.

She turned around and lifted up the carpet under her feet. It was rough slate tiles with uneven potholes. No wonder they had to put such a thick blanket on top. She carefully touched it bit by bit, not leaving out any corners, but did not find any useful clues. She had no choice but to put the carpet back to its original state.

"No, there's not even a toilet? How am I supposed to go to the toilet? Is this considered prisoner abuse? Can I sue them for abusing prisoners?" Helia cursed.

She sat down again with her legs crossed and tried to summon Theodore, but nothing came out. They couldn't be so stupid as to leave the magic wand to a wizard with extremely high magical talent.

She closed her eyes and called out Watersise's name in her heart, but just like when she fell into a coma, no matter how she called out, she could not get a response from him. She could feel that he was still in her body, and there was an area in her sea of ​​consciousness that belonged to him that she could not reach. She was also sure that Watersise could hear her call, and she was clear about the binding force of the true name on the gods.

There was no problem on her side, so the problem was most likely with Watersise. He might have been restricted in some way and fell into a deep sleep again, or he might have been bound. In any case, he was unable to respond to Helia's call.

It was true that Madeline and Qiqi's original plan was to let Helia become a god, devour the false god Osinoto, obtain the godhood, and then find a way to digest the power of the Falling God in the body and hold the power of war in their hands. The ultimate goal was still to kill Watersise and take the throne, so in the process they would definitely find a way to suppress the other party's consciousness to prevent him from noticing the abnormality and breaking the seal to escape.

Helia could sense that the place she was in was full of magic power, and every breath she took was filled with rich magic power. Moreover, from top to bottom and from left to right, she was surrounded by complex and nested magic circles in all directions. She couldn't recognize what the functions of these magic circles were, and most of them were magic circles she didn't recognize. At first glance, they looked high-end and classy.

The magic power was thick like a stream, and the magic array was layered like a shell. Helia was the embryo inside, like an egg, simulating the environment for nurturing a god.

"Do I just have to sit here and do nothing?" Helia didn't understand how this process worked. She was tied to this place and couldn't leave this room, so how would she eat, drink, defecate and urinate? She thought there was a high probability that there were other people in this place, and they would bring her food at a certain time.

If there were other living people here, it wouldn't seem so scary...

She got up and walked to the locked door, knocked tentatively, and shouted, "Hello, is anyone there? I'm hungry and need something to eat. Can you please bring something in?"

No one responded.

Helia used some strength to knock a few more times, then raised her voice and shouted, "Is anyone there? I'm hungry! I want to eat!"

Still no one responded. She was shouting into the air like a fool.

"Isn't it here..." Helia muttered, gave up the idea of ​​continuing to shout, returned to her original position and sat down, holding her chin and carefully analyzing the current situation.

She had to escape, she couldn't just lie here and wait for death, but the question was how to escape. She didn't have a wand, so she couldn't cast magic, and there was nothing in this room that she could use, nothing sharp, only bricks harder than her head and soft, boneless blankets, and she didn't have the brute force to punch through a wall.

So she still had to find help. She needed people, tools, and a smart brain. Well... she was starting with nothing! It couldn't be any worse!

She knocked her head, unable to think of a better plan, so she simply fell back, spreading her arms like a big letter on the blanket. The sound of the chains made her realize again that she was imprisoned. She could only rely on the light outside the small window to roughly judge the current time, but it was not accurate at all, she only knew day and night.

She had nothing to do anyway, so she went to the wall and measured it inch by inch with her hands, touching it, knocking it, to make sure that there was nothing hidden in every brick. She didn't know how long she had been doing this boring and tedious task, but the fact that there was no change in the light outside was telling.

The outside world is not natural, and this light is not natural light. It is most likely a false light source that will not change for 365 days. No wonder there are curtains in this room. It turns out that this is because the light will never disappear...

There is no daylight, so how can I calculate time?

Perhaps this is what the designer wants, to make people gradually lose themselves in the unpredictable passage of countless time, and then be trapped in this place forever.

Helia was a little angry, but she quickly calmed down. Anger could not change the current situation. It would only be impotent rage, making her lose control and letting the person behind the scenes get what they wanted.

Calm down, calm down, I need to calm down. Helia repeatedly warned herself in her heart.

Avril had been in this place for three whole years, and had not been able to escape in those three whole years. She had to be mentally prepared to be trapped here for a year or two. But compared to the shock and helplessness she felt when she was sent here, she still had some skills, and she was confident that she could escape.

Because compared to Avril, she is determined to do whatever it takes, and she maintains a "positive" mentality like "it's no big deal to die", "everyone will die anyway", and "it's just a death".

Hey, when I first came here, I said I would be a dead salted fish lying still, but I struggled all the way and ended up like this. What should I say? The harder I work, the more unlucky I am? Surely I should have done nothing at the beginning!

Counting carefully, it has been about a year since she traveled here. She came to this world in April last year and spent three months in the palace to make up for the basic common sense of this alien world. Then she quickly reached a consensus with Claude and came to Elman to start learning magic. She started school in September, and the team competition started in February when spring came. A lot of things happened in less than a month, and then she came to Satted, where she lived for almost two months, and a lot of things happened again...

Damn! When I think about it, I have really been through a lot! Isn't this worse than a cow or a horse?

While Helia was complaining about her experiences since she traveled through time, she was patiently waiting for the living person who should still exist in this place to appear. But in the end, all she waited for was a huge bell sound that almost penetrated the entire room, passing from her head down to the soles of her feet, shaking, as if she was trapped in the bell and someone was knocking on it.

Why did the bell suddenly ring? Was it to remind her of some special time? Helia leaned against the wall beside her, feeling the vibrations brought by each bell ringing, and was sure that there must be a bell above her room.

Looking at the structure of her room, it was most likely that she was imprisoned in a tower. I don't know if there was soundproof magic or if it was just dead silent outside. Since she woke up, she hadn't heard any other sounds except the bell.

There was no sound of insects, birds or wind. She felt like she was locked in a sealed little box, isolated from the world.

The bell rang in about five groups, each group was a long, short and long frequency, and the interval between each group was about five to six seconds. Helia thought there might be some special meaning in it, so she took note.

She was not sure whether the bell rang at this time every day, or whether it rang today because of some special circumstance. If it was the former, then she could use it to determine the time.

After the bell rang, Helia kept waiting, waiting for some other movement in the room, and looking forward to hearing footsteps outside the locked door, but she waited for nothing.

It was also at this time that she realized that she did not seem to have a particularly strong sense of hunger. She had not eaten or drunk water for a long time, but she did not feel hungry or thirsty at all, and she did not even have the desire to defecate. This was very strange.

"Don't gods have to poop? I haven't even become a god yet, how can you deprive me of the right to poop!" Helia said indignantly.