Chapter 297: Not Dead?



What-what-what... What was going on?

Several people subconsciously inched closer to each other, staring at the space before Dorian, that was turning blurry by the second. 

Before they couldn't react further, the blurriness spread like wildfire, making their surroundings wobble like a bad mirage. 

Projections? Real-life CGI?

~Wheeeeeoooo~

A strange wind began blowing, causing many to take out their tasers and any other weapons they possessed. 

Wipe! 

If this was someone's prank on them, they had to admit it was indeed working. 

Could it be? Are there truly monsters in this world? 

WHOOSH!

The wind picked up in a thundering manner, forming a massive tornado right before their eyes. And then, several people started feeling light. 

WHAT?!!

Many felt their feet leaving the floor, anxiously stretching their hands towards others for support. 

"Field Marshall!"

"Commander!"

"Boss!"

Lying trough!

If before, they thought it was a projected illusion, now they knew it was true. 

Terrible! 

What sort of evil wind was this? 

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The air grew chilly in under a second, and a terrible pressure erupted, etching countless fears in their hearts. 

Everyone watched a ghastly screen of green fog crawl out from their surroundings, forming a thick ankle-level blanket over the ground.

How can fog creep out from nowhere in a matter of seconds?

F***! F***! F***! 

Elric's eyes shot wide in disbelief seeing his body float away vigorously.

He took it all back. No one can say these Easterners were making things in again. The tornado was about to pull him out for a big spin when he suddenly saw the Academy elders flick their fingers, throwing strange coins into the air.

Magic? 

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The coins glowed pink, swirling around each other in a circular pattern above the gathering. 

Bam! 

Everyone had their chests on the ground, not caring about the slight pain from the fall.

Do you still want to lie down after what they experienced?

Everyone found they were no longer flying, but their eyes kept looking at the dancing glowing coins above, many too scared to confirm this was their reality.

"Ouch! You old dog. If you don't believe it, why pinch me rather than yourself?"

"Sorry, buddy… Just had to make sure aren't going insane."

"This... If you can see what I'm seeing, then it's really true." Field Marshall Harry replied, his expression gloomy. 

He was the only one. Whether it was Wiggings, Julius, and the rest, they wore dark faces, accepting the fact that there was more to this world than they knew. 

As for the so-called monsters, they didn't think they would be frightened or scared by them. 

Everyone felt as people trained in the various armed force divisions, from police officers to F.B.I agents, military soldiers, and bodyguards, there was no way they would be scared of these so-called monsters.

They felt confident in this aspect, not knowing they would soon eat their words. 

For now, most of their shock came from knowing such mind-blowing magic existed. 

Their brains struggled to compute, but they only received an 'Error' notification the more they computed. 

Science... What happened to the laws of physics? Who can tell them why a person had jumped into the air and stayed up for so long without dropping back? Where was the gravity?

Many felt cheated, wanting to ask the God of Science for answers!

Who are they? Where are they? What are they?

The entire scene was filled with Dorian whispering strange chants.

It was off to say that he wasn't shouting, yet his chants were louder than the actual whirling tornado winds around them.

Again they ask... Doesn't this defy the laws of physics? 

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It's here! 

Dorian chanted his last words, immediately dispelling the crazy winds and storms. 

--Silence--

No one said a thing. The scene was completely still, without the sounds of nightly creatures singing lullabies. 

Wait! Wait!... Had on!

Why isn't there any sound from nature?

Everyone stared at their surroundings, seeing they were still at the gravesite, yet they didn't hear a thing. 

However, a squirrel passed by, only to pass through Elric's feet. 

His pupils dilated exaggeratedly. "What's going on? Are we dead?"

Dead? Dead?

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Everyone became frightened.

If not for face, they wanted to cry and express their unwillingness. 

They came here to solve this matter and go back in one piece and not all die out here, alright? 

F***! 

'I have even touched a woman yet, and this is how I go?'

'Fine. It's okay to die for a good cause. But what about my body? 

Shouldn't they at least have a body left behind so they can get the heroic death parade promised to them?

Don't blame them for overreacting. If anyone else were in their shoes, they would be in more inner turmoil than them after seeing several creatures pass through bodies like nothing. 

Even the flowers went through them too. So if they weren't dead, then how do you explain this? 

"The Inbetween Plain."

Dorian's words echoed, once again drawing their attention to him.

Yes! Yes! He must know what was going on with them, right? 

If this was how death felt, then they had to admit it wasn't that scary at all. At least, apart from themselves, they have seen anything odd. 

After calming down and thinking about it again, they felt they shouldn't be used, recalling that they still had to pay these easterners for their services.

That condition was stated clearly before the easterners arrived. 

(-...-)

Sure enough, money makes the world go round. 

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Berry furrowed his brows. "What do you mean by the Inbetween Plain?"

Dorian continued observing the plain, taking out several coins and carving on them with a lazy demeanor. 

As his clients, it was their right to know. But he was too lazy to talk.

"Elder Endo." 

"Yes, Grandmaster." Endo understood Dorian's meaning, staring at the curious bunch.

"Do you all remember the words from the strange man on the live videos?"

Julius nodded. "You mean Slasher face?"

Everyone recalled the mysterious man's words, the ominous feeling in their guts growing bigger. 

And instantly, their faces dulled, turning ghostly white. 

The man said every hundred years, when the moon was at a certain position, the gravesite takes its victims. 

"Fairy Tales!... It's got to be a bunch of nonsense he was talking about, right?" Someone questioned with a heightened voice.

"Wrong."

Endo's words made many people's legs soften.

Harry wished he had a cigarette right about now. What sort of case did they stumble on? 

"The man is the guardian of the site. But though the site exists, it cannot take people away forcefully."

"What?" One of the FBI agents was dumbfounded. "If it can't take people by force, why did it take the live streamers without warning?"

Yeah! Yeah! They didn't believe anyone, talk less of these missing steamers, would choose to leave willingly.

So aren't these fasteners wrong?

"No." Secretary Kim pushed her glasses back calmly. "They are right. Think again... Recall the guardian's sentences word for word."

Many frowned but soon understood!

The sneaky bastard first told them about the mystery on the gravesite before later asking them if they truly wished to enter on that fateful night.

The children, thinking of it, indeed agreed!

Elric clenched his fists, unwilling and furious. "They didn't mean it... They were tricked!"

"These creatures don't care," Endo replied expressionlessly.

Even in real life, if someone is tricked into signing a legal document that is disadvantageous to them, it doesn't mean they can easily reverse the situation.

Wiggins took a deep breath, calming his chaotic heart. 

In all his life, his heart had never taken so many blows of this caliber before.

He preferred to be out on the field in battle than face such unscientific enemies. The worst thing was to be helpless, not knowing how the enemy's weaknesses, what they looked like, what their intentions were, and how they moved.

"So... We've established the matter of this Gravesite claiming people like some cursed land. But that still doesn't explain this Inbetween Plain."

"It's simple. The Gravesite only opens every 100 years. The last window of opportunity, as you all know, was a few days ago."

"So we are driving our way in."

"Bingo. This is the plane between the real world and the space we are headed to."

They could have entered the space head-on, but the Grandmaster has to make preparations according to their current surroundings. 

Everyone here didn't know it, but the space they were in was full of demonic aura.

If before getting here, they made assumptions based on watching the live stream videos, now observing this in-between plain, the Grandmaster had a better understanding of what they were about to face.

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'Shadows…'

Dorian's eyes flickered, staring at the dark silhouette underneath his feet.

'I didn't think I'd be seeing you so soon.'

Apart from the evil within, they should also come in contact with the mirror world. But fortunately, the space kept their shadows firmly out in the mirror world.

Alright… It's done! 

Slowly standing, he began tearing the void. And now, everyone would know what true fear was.

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