Several translucent energy waves appeared on the bed again .
A man sitting cross-legged on the bed gradually emerged as soon as the waves vanished into the air .
Angele slowly opened his eyes, feeling dizzy .
He could see the pink mist floating around in the bedroom .
The place was deafeningly silent . He could no longer hear the noises produced by the lava from the tunnel .
Angele’s brow furrowed as he jumped off the bed .
He drew the cursed scimitar slowly and activated the buff, strings of green energy climbed up his wrist .
‘The familiar air…and this feeling…it’s making me nervous and excited at the same time…’ Angele narrowed his eyes . His fear of being in an unknown realm was making his heart pump harder .
Moments like this were the main reason why he enjoyed being a wizard .
The bedroom was quiet and the only thing here was the red mist .
Angele walked to the door and carefully unlocked it .
The bronze handle of the door was hard and cold .
*Creak*
The door was pushed open slowly, revealing the dark red tunnel outside .
Angele did not leave the room right away but waited by the door for a while .
He did not detect any movement outside .
He tapped his pouch slightly and a scorpion-shaped rune appeared on his forehead . Angele then took out the Light of Thorns and held it tight in his left hand .
He jumped out of the door after everything was prepared .
*PA*
He landed on the floor of the tunnel safely .
Angele glanced around . The sight in the tunnel was blurred by the red mist as well .
Upon taking a deep breath, he noticed that the sulfur smell in the air was gone .
*DANG*
A sound like a metal hammer hitting a wall .
‘Is it a bell…?’ Angele was surprised; he quickly covered his body with a thin layer of metal .
*DANG*
The bell rang again, and the noise echoed throughout the tunnel .
‘It’s close . " Angele followed the direction of the sound and started advancing slowly .
The tunnel would lead him to the other areas of the ruin, but the visibility was very low .
Angele proceeded with caution, as he turned left at a corner and entered another tunnel .
Several seconds later, he found the source of the noise .
On the left side of the tunnel, there was an enormous wooden grandfather clock . The base of the case was red, and the clock was white; such contrast was eye-catching .
The structure of the clock was a bit strange . There was a black hammer hitting a piece of red metal and that was where the noise came from .
Angele stopped by the clock and rubbed the surface of the glass panel feeling that it was cold but smooth .
His eyebrows drew together as he started moving forward again . The mysterious rune he found from the door was guiding him to a certain location .
The rhythmic noise made by the clock was still bothering him after he went past several tunnels .
*DANG DANG DANG DANG*
Suddenly, the noise produced by the clock became intense .
*DANG DANG DANG DANG DANG DANG DANG DANG DANG*
It almost sounded like someone was hitting the metal piece furiously with the hammer .
Angele drew the scimitar and as he turned around, he started running back to the grandfather clock .
*Kata Kata*
His footsteps echoed in the tunnel, and the noise coming from the clock was getting louder and louder . It seemed as if the clock was trying to convey something .
Angele lowered his body and started scanning the area using the biochip .
He was approaching a corner as he lightened his footsteps .
He turned around and rushed to the tunnel where the clock was located .
At that moment, the sound made by the clock disappeared .
The tunnel was silent and empty . He could not find any trace left by the grandfather clock .
Angele exhaled once slowly . What was in front of him was a clean and smooth stone wall .
*CHI KA*
He heard something that sounded like a radio changing its frequency .
"This is Coleman and the Coleman’s Last Voice Potion will become the greatest achievement in his life . Father said that I’ll become a legend and I’m certain that…"
The strange voice echoed in Angele’s ears . He took several steps back as his expression changed .
The voice sounded like a young boy’s and it came from nowhere .
"Coleman loves chestnuts . He loves berry juice . He wants to stay in the bed as long as he can…"
The boy’s voice changed, and it now sounded cute .
Angele had a serious expression on his face . He sped up even more as the voice seemed to continuously pierce through his brow . It almost like being stabbed by multiple forks in the head .
"Ah…I stabbed my father by accident . He’s bleeding . Will he die? It doesn’t matter, I can change the body for him and he’ll live forever!
"Why do they fear me? I’m so cute . I hate them! I hate those filthy adults!"
The boy’s voice slowly quieted down and disappeared as soon as Angele had fled from the tunnel .
He quickly stopped; his face was covered in cold sweat .
The path ahead was dark . When Angele turned his head around, the only thing he could see was pure darkness .
He had no idea where he was at now . The voice of the young boy was killing him, and he could barely think straight . A wizard needed to focus his mind before he could fight back . That was the reason why he escaped the area .
A clean blue map was displayed in front of Angele’s left eye labeled as ‘Original Ruin Map’ .
A red map then appeared in front of his right eye of which he had never seen before .
Angele observed the two maps carefully . The route he had chosen was marked on the red map but the only known area on that one was the residential area .
Furthermore, he noticed that his route on the map was a straight line .
Angele was certain that he turned several times on the way .
He compared the red map to the blue map and realized that they were completely different .
Angele took a deep breath and calmed down . He double-checked the surroundings, but he did not detect any invasive energy wave .
He held the scimitar tight and began to press on once again .
Several minutes later, a painting appeared on the right side . Golden edges, colorful image, and clean frame .
Angele stopped by the painting and looked at it .
He saw a city in the painting . There were two stick men standing in the center of a street . They did not fit the image very well as there was no detail on their faces .
It felt like that the two stick men were drawn by a kid, but the city was drawn by an artist .
Suddenly, the two stick men started moving in Angele’s sight .
They held each other’s hands and started moving around the city .
"Ah…my sons… Where are you going? Come back… Come back home… Don’t leave…"
A gentle female voice echoed in the tunnel which sounded as if she was muttering and singing .
Angele glanced around . The place was empty, and no one was around .
An unpleasant feeling climbed up his back .
He decided to keep advancing . The woman’s voice slowly went away .
By the end of the tunnel was a pink bronze door . It was half-open and bright white light was leaking out of it .
He slowly moved to the door and peeked inside .
On the left side of the room, there were two cats playing chess in the corner . White-furred yet instead of paw and leg, they had a muscular human right arm of yellow color .
They were using the human hands to pick up the chess pieces .
The two white cats were focusing on the chessboard, not noticing the wizard outside the door .
Angele used the stealth technique and stepped into the door, moving to the right side .
He did not want to startle the two cats . Angele already knew how dangerous this realm was . He was certain that the danger level of the ruin was higher than his home in the Six Ring Area and back there, he had already nearly experienced death .
Angele was a much stronger wizard than before, but he did not test his luck on those mutated nightmare creatures . The old turtle he met by the river almost petrified him .
The two white cats still focused on the chessboard after Angele entered the room . It seemed the stealth technique worked .
He went across the room safely and found a door . Angele opened the door and entered a hallway .
Angele realized that the area ahead was the spell training facility . The visibility was still low due to the absence of light and the red mist .
He looked to the left and saw a wall covered with black veins . In the center of the wall was an engraving that looked like a woman’s face .
Walls with such engravings could absorb a large amount of spell damage and they were great for practicing spells .
Angele walked to the engraving and realized that there was something different .
Suddenly, the black eyes on that woman’s face rolled several times then stared at him .
Angele’s skull numbed after witnessing what just happened .
"Welcome to the realm, my beloved guest," The woman’s face opened her mouth and spoke in the universal ancient language; her voice was high-pitched but hoarse .
"Come closer . Don’t be afraid, I won’t harm you . "
Angele licked his dry lips and stepped forward with the scimitar in his hand .
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