Clown Game-Chapter 94 - 82 Dark Realm 10

Chapter 94: Chapter 82 Dark Realm 10

Chapter 94 -82 Dark Realm 10

This was a vast expanse of a white world.

Chen Xiao opened his eyes.

He found himself sitting on an old English-style wooden chair, with a velvet cushion underneath that had already been sat into collapse.

In front of him was a matching small wooden table, its surface full of scratches but still relatively flat.

At the center of the table was a teapot, seemingly made of copper with bits of silver decoration on the handle, and two cups, one in front of him emitting steam from the tea inside, and the other

across from him.

There sat a man,

about forty years old, with somewhat messy hair finger-combed back, a hook-nosed, slightly protruding chin, and eyes devoid of any emotion, eerily tranquil. At that moment, he was quietly drawing on his pipe.

“Remember anything?” he asked abruptly.

Chen Xiao did not understand, so he did not answer, instead glancing around out of the corner of his eye.

He found that he was not surprised by the scene before him; on the contrary, it felt vaguely familiar.

“I’ve been here before…” he quickly confirmed this.

The man across the table noted his lack of response and quietly took another draw of his pipe: “Still nothing, huh…”

“Remember what?” Chen Xiao asked.

“What are you?” the man said indifferently, the smoke from his pipe billowing out and obscuring his face.

Chen Xiao frowned slightly. The man’s question was strange; under normal circumstances, one would ask, “Who are you?”

Then, he shook his head.

“And that little fat kid who likes sweets?” the man asked again.

Chen Xiao shook his head again, not even understanding what the man meant.

But it was quite uncomfortable to be constantly questioned, so quickly, Chen Xiao took the initiative and asked, “Then… who are you?”

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“You’re asking the wrong question, it’s not ‘who,’ it’s ‘what,'” the man replied, setting his pipe on the table, pouring himself a cup of tea, and continuing lightly, “Of course, you always ask the wrong question.”

Chen Xiao was taken aback, realizing that he had indeed asked before, more than once.

So, he looked into the man’s eyes, which were as placid as a stagnant pool, revealing nothing.

The man ignored Chen Xiao’s confusion and went on.

“The setup of this world is very complex, it requires not just light, sound, gravity, but also joy, pain, fear, madness, wisdom, creativity, and so on.”

“And humankind is a very fearsome creature; if their existence is threatened, they will destroy anything, what’s more frightening is… it seems they now possess this power.”

Chen Xiao furrowed his brows because the man kept speaking in riddles.

As expected, the man continued, “Concerning what I am, what you are, or where this place is… you’ve asked these questions countless times. However, when you leave here, you can’t take anything with you. So… you have to find the answers yourself.”

After saying this, the man calmly took a sip of his tea.

Stood up.

“And now, I need to quiet that fellow down.”

…

…

Stench, bloodshed, rotting earth, a sky full of shredded flesh, and a terrifying force sweeping through like a wild gale.

Chen Xiao was still in mid-air from being thrown backward,

but the madness in his eyes,

at some unknown point,

had vanished without a trace.

His twisted expression and wide-open mouth also returned to calm.

It was a face of utmost tranquility, still as a lake’s surface on a deep, waveless night.

The destructive recoil was eroding his wrist, bringing with it the ripping of the muscles in his forearm.

He seemed not to feel the pain, for in his consciousness, there was a button.

In that moment, several strands of muscle in Chen Xiao’s forearm suddenly transformed into unyielding steel.

Just in an instant!

A tenth of a second? A hundredth of a second? Perhaps even shorter.

In any case, that force, like a car at full speed, suddenly crashed into a wall of reinforced concrete and steel, and in a flash, the rampant force was abruptly cut off.

He stretched his body, letting the air brush against his back, forming a precise angle with the howling wind. Like a swallow taking to the sky, he grasped the intricacies of the wind.

During this time, he hardly used any additional strength; everything was calculated to the nearest millimeter.

The bloody, sun-like giant eye in front of him constricted slightly. For a being like “it” to cast a mere glance at such a tiny thing was enough to cause disintegration and eternal descent into terror.

But at the moment, the man before it seemed unconcerned… his face expressionless throughout.

This was disdain, a mockery from an insignificant ant.

Instantly, a terrifying power surged, anger from another world unleashed, sending a mist of blood flying in all directions, staining the entire space crimson.

A continuously twitching tentacle twisted and shot towards the man still daring to stand, at an exceedingly fast speed.

But however fast, it required time, it had to cross the distance between them, it would slice through the air, it would create the sound of wind–in short, it would leave traces.

All information entered his mind in an instant, analyzed, conclusion drawn.

Therefore, he could dodge it.

At that time, amidst the tentacles dancing wildly in the sky, one of them distinctly jerked.

He saw it. Because he was also watching every single tentacle and every single minute movement, every twist, every instant.

He heard the rustling sound of the air being pushed, felt every tremor of the wind, the flowing waters beneath his feet, every drop of blood and flesh sweeping through the sky.

He remained calm, with an expression akin to an omniscient, devoid of emotion because he already knew.

So he tilted his head slightly, nonchalantly, the movement not appearing so swift.

But, it let him narrowly evade the vicious tentacle.

…

When he was pulled into this world, he found himself assigned an identity, a detective, wearing a deerstalker cap, fond of smoking.

And with him, came someone who would burst into laughter from time to time.

Oh, and there was another… but she ran away.

Afterwards,

A pudgy little fellow fond of sweets.

A deal.

His lips subconsciously curled into a slight smile, as if spending time with that insane entity had influenced him.

But it didn’t matter, the world always needed some different colors.

Some… well… interesting things.

By then, the bullet had embedded itself in the giant eyeball, tearing open flesh and blood,

Followed by a muffled bang, as if a firecracker had been stuffed into a thick quilt.

That giant eye suddenly swelled in an instant, then contracted again.

…

“It” was furious, roaring in another world, its pupil rapidly contracting.

An ant had bitten itself.

Countless tentacles flailed wildly, stabbing towards him, but before they could reach him, he fired another shot. The bullet, with astonishing force and a subtle angle, cut through space as if precalculated, severing a tentacle just as it passed, its inertia causing it to collide with other parts. The friction with the air produced an explosive force that made the nearby tentacles tremble slightly as well.

In the next instant, several faster ones approached him, their force enough to pierce steel, but the moment their tips touched his body, it was as if they struck an unbreakable, bizarre entity.

Only one point, in an instant, with the smallest of expenditures, but enough to shatter those tentacles into pieces upon themselves.

He began walking forward,

Looking down from the sky, a Doomsday Blood Sea; a slender, frail figure casually walked into the midst of the wildly dancing tentacles.

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