Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1049: Servant of Truth

Chapter 1049: Servant of Truth

In the moment when flesh and leather turned into a burst of fragments, exploding with a resounding noise, there was no time to think—it happened too quickly. They couldn't retreat or s.h.i.+eld themselves in time. Just as the thought "Ah, it's that [Mosaic Censors.h.i.+p] ability" flashed through Bohemia's mind, the fine mist of blood, shattered bones, and flesh formed a dense rain that engulfed them.

With a "whoosh" sound, blood, bone fragments, and minced meat rained down on them, like a downpour on the surface of the road.

Bohemia and Dr. Hu stood in a pool of blood, completely dumbfounded.

What just happened?

Puppeteer died, and then Lin Sanjiu—the one who had always tried desperately to hold onto every friend—blew his body to pieces with her own hands?

Could it be that she had truly gone mad and was beyond saving?

Bohemia raised her head dazedly, unable to resist looking at the other person's face. To her surprise, as soon as she raised her head, she locked eyes with Lin Sanjiu—still sitting next to the mangled, unrecognizable corpse, though her face was splattered with blood, she remained motionless. In the dim light, after being soaked in blood, she looked like a black shadow; only her shallow amber pupils, the ones that stared at Bohemia and Dr. Hu, glowed brightly in the darkness.

A chill ran down the back of Bohemia's neck.

"Why did you blow him up?"

As a fastidious animal, Dr. Hu was the most shocked and stimulated at the moment, barely able to speak coherently—its fur stood on end, and it was frozen stiff on all four legs, as if afraid that the fragments would flow into its eyes and mouth if it moved even a little. "I—oh, Bohemia, quickly wipe me!"

"Huh? Oh," Bohemia was immediately distracted, about to instinctively reach out to Lin Sanjiu for a towel. However, as she was about to speak, her gaze fell on her own wrist, and she was momentarily stunned.

Those fine mists of flesh and blood had indeed rained down on them from above, but she and Dr. Hu were standing in the midst of the blood, yet somehow their bodies remained dry and clean, without a speck of blood.

Once the panic subsided, Dr. Hu quickly realized what had happened.

"Huh?" It let out a low exclamation. "What's going on—"

"Hush." A voice, as if carried by a distant night breeze, seemed to sound right beside their ears.

Both Bohemia and Dr. Hu fell silent.

Lin Sanjiu hadn't even opened her mouth just now, yet she still stared at them with her eyes gleaming.

For a moment, Bohemia thought that this world had finally become haunted—until she suddenly realized who was speaking. "Descartes Spirit!"

"Hmm?" Lin Sanjiu frowned, tilted her head, seeming a bit confused. "Why are you calling it that?"

"Didn't I just shush you?" The voice of the swirling chaos resonated, as if it was filled with anger, "Stop talking, don't attract her attention!"

At Bohemia's prompt, she blinked her eyes vigorously. At this moment, the dim road beneath her feet, the nearby mangled corpse, the faint moonlight, and the swaying gra.s.s beside her... at first glance, they seemed to be no different from before. However, whenever her gaze lingered on certain objects for a moment longer, she could see subtle ripples pa.s.sing over their surfaces.

She was too familiar with this fluctuation. Not long ago, she had almost been driven into a state of dissociation by it.

However, the s.p.a.ce covered by this 'membrane' was very small. It just happened to enclose Bohemia and Dr. Hu, separating them from the outside, from the corpses, flesh, and Lin Sanjiu. The fluctuations in the surroundings were not frequent or intense; it was as if the Descartes Spirit didn't want to ripple, yet occasionally couldn't help but tremble.

Clearly, the swirling chaos had covered this specific area with a layer of 'membrane.' It must be said that this Descartes Spirit's reaction was exceptionally fast. Taking advantage of the momentary explosion, it turned around and pounced on Bohemia and Dr. Hu, enveloping them from head to toe just before the burst of flesh and blood rain.

What was it trying to do?

It didn't seem like it wanted to attack them—it didn't even have the ability to attack humans, in fact.

Bohemia had been using her consciousness to wrap around the swirling chaos all along. Only at the moment when the body suddenly exploded did she instinctively relax her control over it. However, her consciousness remained 'attached' to it, and with a single thought, Bohemia could regain the upper hand if necessary.

"Why did you separate all that flesh and blood for us?" Bohemia discreetly gestured with her fingertips under her wide sleeves to Dr. Hu, but she didn't know if the cat understood her meaning. Then, she wrapped her voice with her consciousness and transmitted it forward, "Why did you do that?"

However, before the Descartes Spirit could respond, Lin Sanjiu slowly stood up from the darkness.

"Why are you both just standing there?" She looked around in all directions, taking in the scene. Stepping over the corpse on the ground, as if she had instantly forgotten who was lying there and how much of a blow she had just suffered, she asked, "Why did you call that Pocket Dimension?"

Bohemia and Dr. Hu exchanged a quick glance.

"Hey, this time I saved you both. You should at least be thankful," the Descartes Spirit said as Lin Sanjiu stood up. To Bohemia's surprise, the Pocket Dimension seemed slightly nervous. It quickly transmitted its voice to Bohemia and Dr. Hu's minds, tapping anxiously, "Once we escape from here, you let me go, and we won't interfere with each other. How about that?"

"What do you mean?" Bohemia's heart tightened, and she stared straight ahead, addressing the question. Due to the chaotic ent.i.ty taking the form of the surroundings, she appeared to be staring fixedly at Lin Sanjiu.

Dr. Hu couldn't hear Bohemia's voice, but it clearly had the same question. It paced anxiously back and forth.

"Bohemia? What are you staring at?" Lin Sanjiu became even more confused and took a step forward. Her boots made a squelching sound as she stepped in the blood and mud below. It was hard to imagine that the flesh under her feet came from the person whose temperature she had just tested.

"I... I'm fine..."

"Listen, I helped you withstand a wave of spore attacks. At least now you won't be infected," the Pocket Dimension urgently said. If it were a person, it would have swallowed its tongue: "Stop wasting time with this servant and run. If she brings another corpse filled with spores and blows you up again, I might not be able to protect you completely. I didn't sign up for such low-level tasks."

What?

Bohemia was shocked and felt like her mind couldn't keep up. Her gaze pa.s.sed through the body of the Pocket Dimension and fell directly on Lin Sanjiu. She was getting closer and closer, step by step. Her disheveled hair floated in the dim moonlight, the bandage on her neck was old and yellowed, and her combat pants rustled as she walked... Yes, this was indeed the same Lin Sanjiu who had shared half the world with her. But...

"Serv... servant?"

"What are you confused about?" The Pocket Dimension sounded even more perplexed than Bohemia.

"Wait a minute..."

Bohemia's mind buzzed, and she needed a moment of quiet to process the current situation. However, Lin Sanjiu didn't give her a chance to catch her breath. Taking another step, she stood in front of Bohemia, casting a tall shadow due to the backlighting.

The shadow slowly lowered its head towards Bohemia.

The Pocket Dimension emitted a trembling sound as the tip of the shadow's nose almost touched the 'membrane' it had created.

Feeling trapped in an unending nightmare, Bohemia froze, unable to move, as she stared at the person standing in front of her.

"It's so uncomfortable!" Dr. Hu suddenly exclaimed, startling Bohemia awake. "I'm covered in dirt. Bohemia, let's go to the hotel and get a towel. Help me clean my back."

Like being awakened from a dream, Bohemia hurriedly took a few steps back. As she moved, the 'membrane' formed by the Pocket Dimension also moved away from Lin Sanjiu, causing the chaotic ent.i.ty to let out a long sigh of relief.

However, Bohemia's gaze remained unable to break away from Lin Sanjiu's eyes.

Within those light amber pupils, a tremendously powerful and intense force seemed to burn. Just a glance caused an uncontrollable s.h.i.+ver to rise from the depths of one's soul.

What... What was this feeling? It was both terrifying and strangely exhilarating...

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"I... We got dirty. I'll clean Dr. Hu," Bohemia almost suspected that she was losing her sanity. Her breath and words were in disarray as she whispered to Dr. Hu's pointed ears, "Lin Sanjiu was infected a long time ago, right? The so-called intruders are these spores, right?"

"No kidding," the Pocket Dimension formed another illusionary scene that moved with their footsteps. It rapidly transformed, appearing like the receding road surface. "It looks like she was just infected by the spores, and her brain's patterns have started to change. You witnessed the transitional period of a servant! The corpse was filled with spores, probably brought by her to infect you. She specifically blew up the corpse in close proximity to you." It sounded rather gleeful.

Bohemia abruptly halted her steps and forcibly suppressed the desire to turn around and look.

Lin Sanjiu had already been infected long ago and had become a 'servant' of those flesh sprouts. She had intentionally brought a corpse filled with the intruders, the spores, to infect them. She had exploded the corpse in close proximity... This method was exactly the same as the one used by the elderly lady who exploded and disintegrated earlier.

In that case, was that corpse really Puppeteer? Did Puppeteer manage to fill its body with spores within such a short period of time after death?

No, the more pressing question now was... Lin Sanjiu was so close to her just now. She should have noticed that Bohemia and Dr. Hu were dry. They hadn't been infected by the spores. So now...

"By the way, why do you call her a servant of the flesh sprouts?" the Pocket Dimension casually said, "In this world, we Pocket Dimensions refer to people like her as 'Servants of Truth.' After all, truth comes in many colors and forms."

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