old room

Aiwen suspected that there was something wrong with those expired healing potions, otherwise why would he have such a crazy idea?

Try everything that parchment says?There is no chant, no scroll, and it is even impossible to know who the so-called god is. Even the appearance of sacrifices is just a suggestion added by someone out of caution.

There was a warm itching feeling in Aiwen's abdomen, and he didn't need to bow his head to know that those potions finally took effect slowly. In other words, he finally didn't have to block his stomach with his hands full of fear , worried that his intestines would fall out of the long and narrow wound, but for a short period of time, he still had to maintain the current posture, so as to allow the wound to heal completely.

Why not take a closer look at that book?That evil voice floated in his mind again.

At least the joke on it will keep you entertained.

Alvin thought.

It wasn't until a long, long time later that Ivan realized that he really shouldn't think that way.

He held the limp parchment between his thumb and forefinger, and opened it.The blood on his fingertips left a dark red stain on the parchment.

[Please use your thinking to construct that room.

That fine, slender, solid room.

With your own soul as the antipode, build the room among the distant stars. 】

Ai Wen saw a line of small characters, the same as what he saw when he flipped through it casually before.

but……

Aiwen frowned, and he found that the page he turned seemed to be not quite right.He stroked the edge of the page with his fingertips, and separated the two sheets of paper that were tightly pressed together.

He saw an illustration he had never seen before.

It was a few rough circles, arranged on the pages of the book in an overly regular way.Out of a wonderful intuition, Ivan felt that this was a star map—a brand new star map that had never been recorded before.

Aiwen didn't know why he missed this illustration before, but his intuition told him that the location marked on this star map was the area where the "room" should exist.This is actually a bit strange, because from a rational point of view, the arrangement of those stars is incredible.

Aiwen's eyes were fixed on the rough circle, and before he realized it, he found that he had closed his eyes according to the method stated in the parchment, and then he began to imagine the other side of the universe, where his A dark star field that is hard to reach both body and soul.

In the first few times, Ivan failed without any surprise.Those circles on the parchment were always just circles in his mind.As for constructing a room, it is even more ridiculous.

For a hapless ghost like Ivan, the only room he can clearly construct is this disgusting apprentice dormitory he is in.However, even in his imagination, he was unwilling to make the "room" in his mind look like this.

(Oh, Goddess of Magic, what the hell did I do...)

Alvin felt that a corner of his soul in his body was mocking.

He looked at the parchment in his hand, and his reason suddenly returned to his body. He even felt a little funny, why did he do such a stupid thing: seriously trying the pagan ritual in a joke book.

In just a split second, he was about to give up.

But at this moment, Aiwen found that the extremely simple star map on the parchment book in his hand had undergone a wonderful change.

Black ink seeped out from the lines of the image, soaking the entire paper in an instant.The star map turned into pitch black, and the parts where those simple circles were originally turned into clusters of light spots emitting turbid red and dark yellow flames.

And in the dark between the light spots, something is wriggling.

Squirming.

Squirming.

……

"Well……"

Aiwen involuntarily made a low gasp.

He felt a strong sense of nausea and trembling, like a sharp sword directly piercing his heart.

The strong sense of crisis almost made him vomit directly. Even if the fear when the triangle devil pierced his belly was multiplied by three times, it could not compare with his feeling at this moment.

But this discomfort, which cannot be described in words, only lasted for an unusually short time.

It was just a blink of an eye, and when Aiwen looked at the parchment again, the strangeness on the star map had long since disappeared.What was left there was still the soft and musty parchment, as well as the randomly drawn circles on it.

However, Ivan knew that something had gone wrong.The scene seen in that short moment has been imprinted in Ivan's mind.

The dark space between spots of light.

A gentle gap between wriggling indescribable things.

There should be a room.

Cold sweat permeated Aiwen's hair and rough mage robe.

But he didn't notice this.

The room was slowly taking shape in his mind.

It was a simple but solid stone room with a rounded arc at the top, polished from a single block of stone.The window is slender and narrow, and the frame is exquisite beech wood. The thick blanket covers the whole window, so you can't see any external scene at all.The interior of the room was rather cramped, with a fluffy woolen rug on the floor.The rather comfortable rocking chair leaned against the fireplace, and the coal fire was burning in the fireplace.On the wall made of stone bricks, there are several black iron hooks inlaid.

This is the tutor's room...

Aiwen finally realized this when he saw the iron hook.

Of course, compared with the tutor's room in reality, the room he imagined was much more comfortable and warm.

This may be because Ivan once imagined how he would arrange that room when he got the position of tutor one day.Strictly speaking, this should be Aiwen's room after he became a mentor.

He has his own room, in his own imagination.

This feeling is actually quite amazing.

Ivan wandered in the room curiously, everything here seemed quiet and stable, time and space were static and controllable in the room.

Alvin looked at the carpet under his feet. He never liked wool carpets. He felt that they always had a strange fishy smell—the moment he thought so, the carpet under his feet was replaced with a thick and rustic Weaving rugs—just the type he likes.

"call……"

Alvin felt his beating heart slowly calm down. (Just now, before the room was fully constructed, there was a certain kind of abnormal panic rippling in his body, as if something was chasing after him invisible)

The room made him feel safe and secure.

He walked to the window, carefully opened a corner of the curtain and looked out, the dark red and yellow light came into his eyes.

He felt as if he saw something: something other than that red and yellow spot.

But that's just a "feeling".

If there is really something there, then his body must be bigger than the stars.

And the few spots of light are like a few spots dotted on his body.

The hair on the back of Aiwen's neck stood up again.

Those chaotic and muddy lights made him feel uncomfortable for a while.He quickly walked away from the window.

When he lowered the curtain in his hand, the fabric of the curtain became thicker and heavier.

Alvin returned to his seat.

……

For the next few days, Aiwen spent almost all his free time there. After all, compared with his real life as a hellish apprentice, the time in that imaginary room was so quiet and peaceful. .He didn't know what the reason behind this was, but from a reality point of view, everything written in that parchment book really seemed to be more than just jokes and nonsense.

Aiwen would spend a long time pacing aimlessly in the "room", taking a rest, or looking at the books on the bookshelf - those books would become different every time he came, Sometimes it will be the magic hair classics that Ivan has read but has no time to record, but sometimes it is just some ordinary pulp novels.Aiwen has not figured out the principles of the emergence and changes of these books so far, but he is indeed enjoying his rare leisure time.

But even in "The Room," not everything is perfect.Occasionally, there will be a few times when Ivan, who is reading or pacing, will feel a strange silence.

His body would be chilled intermittently, the hair on his back stood on end, his stomach shrunk into a small ball inside his body, and his nerves were tense to the point of breaking.

That's when something noticed him.

Noticed the room.

Aiwen didn't know what this imaginary room floating in the starry sky was like for them, but he did feel that unusually sinister atmosphere.

Even the center of the altar of the most terrifying and vicious voodoo god would not give Aiwen such a feeling.

Aiwen sometimes thinks of his unlucky former roommate. He believes that the latter's madness is inseparable from the gods in this starry sky.

Maybe he should stop this weird imaginative ritual-every time, when Ivan left that room, he said to himself.

But not once did he do it.

I don't know when, when he left that room... he would feel an inexplicable uneasiness.

This kind of anxiety is like you accidentally missed some delicate strokes on the magic circle, or you accidentally leaked some dust into the mermaid blood when you sprinkled toad eyeball powder.Your brain may not have noticed those little details, but your subconscious mind has.

Danger--

The soul is constantly sending out urgent messages in his body.

Ivan began to become a little thinner, and he spent longer pacing in the room.

And he noticed that since some time, the curtains covering the windows had become thicker and thicker, more like a tapestry.When Aiwen lifted the heavy fabric, he was not surprised to see that the place where the window was originally was covered by a thick lead plate, and a circle of rivets were nailed around the lead plate.

Both lead plates and rivets are incompatible with the quiet and stable atmosphere in this room, but Ivan feels a sense of relief because of their appearance.

He had no doubt that when he lowered the curtains in his hands, those lead plates would become thicker and stronger under his unconscious drive.

It was at this time that Ivan heard a slight knock on the door.

"Pound... Pound..."

At the beginning, Ivan didn't even realize that the sound came from the door of his room.

Of course, this room has a door.

Ai Wen opened his eyes wide and looked towards the door in shock.

It was an unusually thick oak door, with steel plates and formation disks embedded between the planks (just like the door in the tutor's room in reality). It was there from the beginning when the room appeared, but Ivan never Really used it.

And for so long, it has never been knocked, it should not have been knocked...

But what did the parchment say?As long as this room exists here, he will always welcome his visitors.

Alvin didn't want to open the door.

Of course he didn't want to open the door, the intense fear of being spied upon him once again.

But the knocking sound from the other side of the door was always unhurried.

"Bang bang."

"Bang bang."

The moment Ivan heard the voice, he knew he had no choice, he had to open the door.He wanted to leave this room at once, return to his hellish reality at once, but he dared not.

This is the rule.

He didn't hear any voices or instructions, but a part of his mind... the part that had accepted the rules and led him to build this room, was clearly issuing instructions.

Go forward, hold the doorknob, and open that door, greeting the visitor with courtesy and humility.

Alvin did it.

While the rest of his mind was screaming.

Ai Wen held his hand on the cold doorknob, and he felt that the metal part of the handle was emitting a special smell.

A bit like blood, but also like rust.

The knock on the door stopped the moment he grabbed the handle.

"crunch-"

Aiwen hardly felt that he was exerting force, but the door still opened (it should have been heavier).

A shadow, a very strong shadow, spread in from outside the door.

"boom--"

In the next second, Ivan felt the doorknob come out of his hand.

The door slammed shut in front of him.

Ivan heard the sound of the bolt turning, and the door was locked. (Ivan didn't even have time to look outside the door.)

The visitor has entered the room.

Ai Wen turned his head and stared blankly at the shadow.

It is difficult to describe the current appearance of the shadow in words. Its original size should be larger (Ivan has this intuition), but now it is trying to condense itself to a suitable size.

Its appearance is constantly changing, and it suddenly looks like a certain kind of creature formed by countless black miniature tornadoes.

And in the very center of His body, there are two groups of light spots, one red and one yellow.

This point of light reminded Ivan again of the distorted stars he saw outside the window before.Again he felt nauseous and trembling, and he was shaking so badly that he could barely get up.

[Da-da-da-da-da-]

A sound similar to friction came from all directions in the room.

The moment he heard that voice, Aiwen fell to the ground tremblingly, his mind was full of his ex-roommate who had gone crazy.

He didn't know how to describe the feeling.

But at this moment, he only felt that something had lifted his skull, and was scraping his pink brain bit by bit with a spoon, squeezing out all the thoughts and ideas in it.

Ai Wen has never felt such intense pain and stimulation.

As he vomited and convulsed, the moment seemed as long as a century.

【Da da--】

The sound is still ringing.

But it seems to have softened a bit.

In a trance, Ai Wen felt something unusually cold gently caressing his cheek.