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墨書 Inktalez
Chapter Three Hundred Seventy-Four:
A gentle breeze brushed over the black grassland, carrying a faint bitter scent.
Freya stared blankly at her surroundings.
The endless black prairie was under a pale sky, strangely resembling a sheet of white paper.
In this world, apart from the black and white colors, only she remained in color.
Freya looked down at herself, wearing a loose white nightgown, with a matching belt tied around her waist, her bare feet resting on the grass.
There was no change from what she wore before going to sleep.
An insect that resembled an ant crawled up her smooth instep, its ticklish sensation feeling just like the real thing.
Seeing the insect, Freya's pupils slightly constricted, and her dazed expression instantly turned alert as her gaze swept around.
"Where is this?"
In her subconscious, it felt as if she had walked a long distance and had somehow ended up here.
All around her were strange black weeds, devoid of any other colors.
The light breeze stirred, creating ripples across the surface.
For some reason, Freya felt an inexplicable sense of oppression in her heart.
Frowning slightly, she waved her hand, and countless white clouds suddenly appeared around her. Her figure began to slowly float upwards.
The prairie beneath her feet gradually shrank as Freya chose to fly straight up.
Blackness surrounded her once more.
She discovered that no matter how high she flew, everything below was a black grassy field.
It was as if she were trapped in a vast, boundless black cage.
After flying for nearly an hour, Freya's expression darkened as she stopped.
At this height, if measured by the standards of Earth, she should have been able to see the outline of the planet, yet here, nothing had changed.
"Could it be that my thinking is wrong?"
She slightly raised her head and looked up at the pale sky above, feeling as if it were within reach yet forever unattainable.
In this situation, flying around aimlessly was pointless, so Freya could only choose to return to the ground.
Strangely, after nearly two hours of ascent, it took her less than ten minutes to land back on the ground.
Her feet touched the grass, which felt somewhat prickly.
Freya bent down and grabbed a handful of black weeds. The patterns on the grass blades were clearly visible; aside from their color, they were indistinguishable from ordinary grass.
A thought crossed her mind, and a wisp of black flame instantly reduced all the weeds in her hand to ashes, scattering them with the wind.
Gazing at the ashes of the weeds, Freya pondered for a moment before walking in a certain direction.
However, after walking for less than ten minutes, several withered black trees suddenly appeared in her line of sight amidst the seemingly endless dark prairie.
The trees had no leaves. Only bare branches remained, with twisted trunks leaning at odd angles on the grassland. When the wind blew, the branches swayed unsteadily.
Freya approached one of the large trees.
She reached out to touch it; the bark was very rough. However, when she withdrew her hand, she noticed that her palm was covered with a layer of black particles from touching the trunk.
The round particles were strange, and it was unclear what kind of fine layer they formed.
However, when Freya tried to shake them off, the particles moved slightly.
Suddenly, all the particles split open from the center, and countless thin white limbs and sharp heads emerged from the cracks.
These particles turned out to be some kind of curled-up insects.
The sensation of these insects wriggling rapidly in her palm immediately sent shivers down Freya's spine, making her scalp tingle as if electrified.
"Damn it!"
Without a moment to think, she clenched her fist.
With a whoosh, a black flame taller than a person suddenly erupted from her hand.
The sound of crackling quickly emanated from her hand, followed by a rustling noise as the flames fell away.
For someone like Freya, who had a bit of a cleanliness obsession, nothing was more disgusting than having insects in her hands.
Once there were no insects left in her palm, Freya's expression darkened as she withdrew the flames.
"Caw!!"
A loud sound suddenly came from above her head.
Freya looked up sharply to see a pitch-black crow perched at the top of the treetops, having appeared there without her noticing.
Its white eyes silently stared at her, quietly observing.
Freya, feeling somewhat uneasy under the gaze of the crow, furrowed her brow and gently raised her hand.
However, just as she was about to cast her spell, the crow flapped its wings and flew off into the distance, soon becoming a small black dot before completely disappearing from sight.
Watching the direction in which the crow had vanished, Freya paused for a moment before walking in that direction.
Half an hour later, at the edge of the endless black grassland, an irregularly shaped stone pillar appeared on the horizon.
As Freya approached, she realized that this pillar was actually a simple human head statue; it looked like a stone pillar because its face was turned away from her.
The head statue stood over a person's height. The face depicted an ordinary human male, with hollow eyes staring into the distance and a mouth wide open as if trying to shout something.
Freya gazed at this statue, feeling an inexplicable chill run down her spine.
A strong wind carrying a bitter scent blew towards her.
Her disheveled golden hair obscured her vision, and her white robe clung tightly to her skin.
Turning around to face away from the wind, Freya was startled to see that behind her were numerous disordered head statues scattered everywhere.
They were tilted and inserted into the black grassland, each with various expressions.
However, the one thing all these head statues had in common was that they were all facing Freya.
The hollow eyes of the heads seemed to stare at her like real people.
This eerie sensation made Freya's scalp tingle, as if a cold dread was spreading from her feet throughout her body.
Unconsciously, she widened her eyes, her deep blue pupils surrounded by streaks of bloodshot veins.
Breathing heavily, a fine layer of cold sweat covered her pale cheeks.
Just as Freya could no longer hold back her urge to destroy those statues.
"Caw!!!"
The black crow flapped its wings, circling in the air, its white eyes still fixed on Freya.
"Die!!!"
With a fierce expression, Freya swung her hand, unleashing a massive Storm Palm towards the crow.
'Bang!!!'
A strong gust of wind surged forth like a Sharp Blade.
In the spot where the crow had been, a large explosion of blood mist erupted, and countless black feathers spiraled down like snowflakes.
Freya gasped for breath, her gaze cold as she stared at the blood mist in the air, the blood vessels in her eyes quickly fading.
A drop of cold sweat slid from her forehead down to her neck. At that moment, Freya's face was terrifyingly pale, resembling a sheet of paper, with a circle of Azure Wind flickering around her. This was a sign of extreme instability in her mental energy.
"Illusion!?"
As the chill in her heart faded, Freya wiped the cold sweat from her face. When she looked back at those head statues, the strange feeling from before had vanished.
She raised her head and looked strangely at the pale sky.
"This place..."
"Hehe."
Suddenly, the sound of a girl's laughter seemed to echo from the sky.
This voice made Freya pause for a moment, and then she noticed that the pale space slowly arched out a cute, gigantic face like the folds of fabric.
On the girl's delicate white face were a pair of pitch-black eyes with no whites at all.
They looked curiously at Freya on the ground, like two black whirlpools discovering an interesting toy.
"Hiss..."
A strange sound came, and then Freya felt the air suddenly dip.
The cute girl's face broke into a mischievous smile as she opened her mouth and leaned down toward her.
It felt as if the entire space was collapsing, an inescapable sensation.
Freya wanted to fly away but found herself immobilized by an invisible force, unable to move, like a frozen insect.
She could only watch helplessly as that massive head swallowed her whole.
"Boom!!!"
The pale and black merged together, and the whole world seemed to stretch, transforming into an intersecting Thin Line.
After an unknown amount of time, the earth and sky slowly wriggled and then parted.
On the entirely dark prairie, there were no head sculptures, no girl’s face, only Freya, pale as death, lying quietly on the grass.
She opened her Wide-eyed eyes, slightly parted her lips, and reached for her waist with her right hand, as if trying to take something from a nonexistent pouch.
She resembled a delicate white statue.
'Crack'
In the faint sound, a white foot appeared beside Freya.
It was a figure shrouded in White Mist, with swirling black eyes calmly staring at her.
After a long moment, a slender spike slowly extended from the top of the figure's head, gradually aiming towards Freya's forehead.
"Is this your true form?"
A clear voice emerged from behind the White Mist figure, causing it to pause.
'Swish!'
The spike suddenly turned and lunged backward, but there was nothing there.
"Where are you stabbing?"
The figure abruptly turned around, only to see the pale void. Freya's face emerged, wearing a slight cold smile as she looked at the figure.
"Did you think I would be unguarded against you? Who exactly are you, and what is your purpose?"
""
The figure fell silent, and suddenly it thrust the spike toward its own body.
'Tear!'
The entire world shook. The dark grassland rolled like waves, and Freya's face in the air became riddled with cracks.
"Trying to run!?"
Her gaze turned cold, and beside her pale face, a gigantic finger swiftly pressed down from the air towards the shadow.
"Thud!"
The pillar-like finger plunged deeply into the position of the shadow, causing a large amount of white goo to explode between its fingers.
The crumbling world suddenly froze, then immediately began to spin and shrink, ultimately transforming into a thin white dot that fell to the ground.
...
World Gate Base.
In the pitch-black room.
Freya, who was lying on the bed in a state of sleep, suddenly opened her eyes. She abruptly tore off a white Pendant from her neck and held it in her hand.
The Pendant featured a triangular amulet, with a human figure pattern at its center, while on the back was Freya's Wizard's Mark.
At that moment, a clear black crack slowly appeared in the center of the amulet, emitting a sizzling sound of burning.
"The substitute amulet actually possesses this cursed power."
"Whoosh."
A gust of damp, cold wind mixed with a bit of White Mist blew in through the crack of the door.
Freya lifted her head to look out the window and saw that the area surrounding the base was completely covered in White Mist. Apart from a faint white light, nothing else was visible.
The entire base was silent, without a sound.
Suddenly, Freya seemed to sense something. Her expression changed, and she quickly got up, grabbing the nearby Robe before running outside.
In the dense White Mist, Freya's eyes turned completely emerald green.
Her rapidly moving body sliced through the White Mist like a sharp blade.
Unknowingly, as Freya ran, the surrounding fog gradually thinned until only a hazy scene remained.
She lifted her head and looked into the distance, and surprisingly, she found herself back at the Misty Stone Forest.
Gently sniffing the sulfur scent in the air, Freya narrowed her eyes slightly.
"In the end, is it still hiding here?"
The Stone Forest in the night had a faintly eerie feeling compared to during the day, as if tall Black Giants stood straight in place.
After pausing for a moment, Freya stepped forward confidently.
Navigating around the thick Black Stone Pillars, a faint Azure Light flickered between her right fingers, reflecting the energy aura around her.
Suddenly, a black figure rushed past her side at high speed.
Freya flicked her finger, and a dark green Thin Line swiftly followed after it.
"Rip!"
After a faint sound, the stone pillar collapsed with a loud crash, sending up clouds of dust.
Just as Freya was about to pursue, a fiery red light suddenly flashed from within the dust, and two massive figures charged out from it, their enormous fists coming straight for her.
"Boom!!!"
The golden-red magma erupted, splattering onto the ground and releasing wisps of blue smoke.
Freya, retreating swiftly, watched as two Lava Giants, each towering over three meters, charged out. The intense heat caused the surrounding air to shimmer slightly.
"Second Level Lava Giants?"
Freya calmly felt the searing air and reached behind her, summoning a pitch-black Cross Sword into her hand.
With a light flick of the Cross Sword, as the two Lava Giants prepared to strike again, Freya swung it down decisively.
The Cross Sword, which was originally of normal size, suddenly expanded and elongated as she swung it, transforming into a massive pillar that crashed down with a howling wind right in front of the two Lava Giants.
'Bang!!'
Two fiery blobs of molten rock splattered onto the ground in a fan shape.
With a casual sweep of the Cross Sword, Freya continued to chase after the shadow that had escaped.
As she ran, explosions erupted along the roadside, leaving a trail of fire, but they could not hinder her pace.
Two minutes later.
Freya stopped in front of a stone pillar, her expression complex as she gazed ahead.
On the ground lay a black robe engulfed in flames, with a strong scent of charred fabric wafting from it.
"Did it really self-immolate? Could this be the work of a Terrorist Organization?" (To be continued.)
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