Alien Hotel.

Chapter 682 Illusions on the Border of Death

Chapter 682 Illusions on the Border of Death

A fox tail formed from spiritual energy erupted into a dazzling blue fireball in space. The "living saint," wielding a giant sword and with wings on his back, tore through the flames blocking his path, only to see the "intruder" crash into a force field generator on the main ring of the stargate like a cannonball.

In the silent space, a small blood flower bloomed silently. The bright red color quickly boiled in the vacuum environment, and then turned into a diffuse mist that slowly seeped into the stargate.

The energy being known as the "Living Saint" still stands silently in space, maintaining the final pose of tearing through the sea of ​​fire and raising the giant sword, as if frozen in time.

Then, after another two or three seconds, the radiant figure suddenly flickered for a moment, as if the energy cycle within its body had restarted. Its body quickly dimmed and reformed, before it began to move again.

The enormous wings of light flapped gently, a meaningless action in a vacuum, but it created illusory ripples around the "living saint." The saint then flew toward the spot where the intruder had just "fallen," hovering a few meters above the force field generator and slowly surveying the area.

What are you looking for? What's here?

What just happened?

Memories are fading rapidly, inexplicable contradictions are appearing in the action instructions, there seems to be unexplainable noise in my spiritual intuition, and something in the environment is changing beyond the boundaries of perception.

The "Living Saint" landed next to the force field generator. A strange red mark on its armor belt caught its attention. It bent down and used its fingers, formed from condensed light, to wipe away the suspicious mark, only to find that the red mark had vanished like a phantom.

Several light fighter jets quickly flew over from a defense platform at the edge of the stargate. They had observed the flashes and explosions in space and immediately came to investigate.

A fighter jet approached the "Living Saint" and hovered in front of him. The psionicist on board began to communicate with the powerful psionic creature before him, trying to figure out what was happening.

The command center sent an inquiry: "What's the situation at the stargate?"

“I don’t know… There seemed to be no enemies. The messenger said it was a… ‘trance’.”

"Distracted?"

"That's right, that's the result of the communication."

"...Understood. A psionic stabilization room will be arranged here. Please return to Starburg to rest."

"Yes."

The aircraft dispersed.

……

In the control hall of the Otherworldly Hotel, the holographic projection was still stuck on the final scene of the "living saint" tearing through the flames and standing with his sword raised. Eileen and Huli were huddled together, chattering: "Hey, I told you there would be bloodshed soon. Look, he didn't even last two moves..."

"Three moves! The time my benefactor slapped the ground also counts as one move!"

"...Silly fox, do you think Yu Sheng is handsome even when he poops?"

"Anyway, my benefactor is amazing. I saw it with my tail. When he fell, he was like this," Hu Li gestured and raised his hand, "just like that, 'bang,' so cool!"

Eileen pouted: "So, how many points would you give him for this sudden death?"

The fox's tail practically curled up: "Nine points!"

“I think eight points is the highest—high in creativity, but the spectacle isn’t up to par, not as good as the one against the Star Spectrum,” Eileen said, sitting in her chair with her arms crossed. “If he had strapped himself with blood grenades, he might have gotten an 8.5…”

A fox and a doll were having a lively discussion next to the captain's seat, while Luo on the communications station was dumbfounded. She felt her morality and sense of humor were working in opposite directions, which nearly killed her rationality as a spectator—the hotel's corporate culture was so strong that she even missed the psionic mushrooms in the Black Forest at this moment.

When the topic escalated to "whether riding a fox's tail and crashing headfirst into a stargate counts as a creative point or a difficulty point," Luo finally couldn't help but say, "Hey, no, I understand that the boss is immortal, but isn't this topic a bit too extreme?"

No sooner had she finished speaking than Yu Sheng's large face appeared on the wall next to the viewing window not far away: "That's right, my body is barely cold, is it appropriate for you two to discuss this? Heartless..."

Then, a gasp came from the communicator, and Luo's figure disappeared from the holographic projection—she fell off the chair.

Eileen stood up, hands on her hips, chest puffed out, and smugly looked at Yu Sheng's metallic face: "I'm solid!"

Yu Sheng: "Heartless is an adjective..."

"My benefactor, my benefactor, are you alright?" Hu Li happily stood up from her chair. She wanted to rub against Yu Sheng, but Yu Sheng was now just a ghost, his face imprinted on the wall, so she could only wag her tail frantically. Even so, she didn't forget to report the important matter, "By the way, that living saint lingered in the same spot for a while afterward, but it seemed like it didn't find anything, so it left again—the Stargate garrison didn't react much. A few warships or spaceships briefly flew towards the Stargate, but then returned to the vicinity of the Star Fortress..."

"As expected," Yu Sheng nodded slightly as he listened to Hu Li's report (his face swayed up and down), "This fully demonstrates one thing: as long as I die quickly enough, the accident scene can't catch up with me." That's the value of dying suddenly.

“Boss, you can’t do this…” Luo’s voice came through the communicator again. First, a hand appeared at the edge of the holographic projection, and then Luo rubbed his head and returned to the screen. “At least consider that there are ordinary people with normal values ​​among your employees—like me.”

Yu Sheng thought for a moment and couldn't figure out who she was criticizing—maybe she was criticizing the hostel and its notorious reputation together.

He then ignored Luo's rambling and began to calm down, sensing the subtle connection formed in his blood.

Yu Sheng's mind has not fully returned to the real universe—the special "body" of the Otherworld Hotel only gave him a temporary channel to communicate with others before he was fully resurrected. In his main perception, he is still an amorphous "spirit" floating in the chaos between life and death.

Darkness filled his "vision," and the new connection established by his blood outlined a vast illusion in the perception of life. He felt his mind was gradually adapting to a new "vessel," just like... a system generating drivers for new hardware.

It seems that with the frequent use of power, he has become more and more adept at controlling this connection and change. He can not only vaguely grasp the specific details of the process, but also make some "fine-tuning" to the process, no longer relying solely on instinct as he did at the beginning.

In almost an instant, he "understood" how the stargate worked.

Regardless of the principles or the technology, Yu Sheng still knew nothing about the things built on the vast knowledge system and the ingenious engineering theories, but just like piloting the Otherworldly Hotel, he now instinctively understood the door, a level of control that far surpassed his previous penetration of anything else.

Just as he had previously speculated—the Star Gate is also a gate.

Yu Sheng's spirit drifted in the chaos, slowly becoming familiar with the existence of the star gate while unconsciously relaxing his mind and letting his thoughts slowly expand.

So, is that "Gate of Eden"... also a gate?

He suddenly "woke up" and subconsciously focused his gaze in the void, looking in a certain direction in the darkness and chaos.

In this chaotic depths of life and death, there should have been nothing at all.

But he clearly saw something—a huge rift stretching across the depths of nothingness, with a faint light from who-knows-where surrounding the rift.

The rift reminded Yu Sheng of the way the Boundary Bridge tore through space and time, but it was not quite the same as the real Boundary Bridge. It seemed very unstable, with its edges constantly collapsing and reconstructing, while the faint light surrounding the rift was continuously being drawn into it.

Yu Sheng tried to get closer to the rift, but no matter how close he got, the rift remained floating in the distance like an illusion, with no change in distance.

So he stopped in the darkness and pondered silently.

He naturally thought of the most likely answer at that moment:

The Gates of Eden.

That "artificial boundary bridge" built by the hermits in an attempt to open the door to a new world.

But why is it here? Why am I seeing its illusion in this chaotic space between life and death?

Is it because this place is close to the Secret Order's homeland? Is it due to the influence of that "Stargate"? Or is it because the Gate of Eden itself was built to imitate the Boundary Bridge, and it resonated with the true blueprints of the Boundary Bridge...?

Many guesses popped into Yu Sheng's mind in an instant, and just then, he suddenly noticed a new change near the rift in the distance.

He saw something hidden in the glimmer of light surrounding the crack, and a silhouette floating at the boundary between light and shadow.

After observing intently for a long time, the outline suddenly became clear in Yu Sheng's field of vision.

He saw a giant forged of light—filled with ineffable holiness, with a pair of enormous wings of light floating illusoryly behind him, hanging upside down beside the rift.

Its hands were outstretched, as if bound by invisible chains, and the faint light surrounding the rift emanated from this giant, being constantly drawn from it like blood and then injected into the unstable "Gate of Eden".

The image of the winged, light-cast giant immediately reminded Yu Sheng of the "living saint" he had just encountered above the stargate—the two were practically identical in appearance!

In the boundless chaos, Yu Sheng stared at this scene until the illusion of the rift gradually dissipated, and the upside-down, bound light-cast giant also disappeared from his sight.

"...Those cultists' techniques are actually quite impressive."

A sudden, intense upward sensation surged through him, and various senses from the real world rapidly reshaped his "human" body. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes to find himself standing in the control hall of the Otherworld Hotel.

A white shadow flashed in the corner of his eye. Before Yu Sheng could even understand what was happening, he felt a series of cracking sounds from the bones on half of his body. Then, a furry, five-speed electric fan was hanging on his arm: "My benefactor, you're back!"

(End of this chapter)