Chapter 110: One More Look and You’ll Explode |
“What?” Miles felt confused.
He clearly wasn’t entering this memory right now—for the “Wu Lang” currently in the memory, he simply didn’t exist.
He instinctively glanced left and right, then looked behind him.
Warm light spilled over the simple furniture, and beyond the window, the city had stopped raining. Inside the room, aside from the man standing by the window and himself, there was no one else.
Indeed, this room had no other people.
Even the shadows—only one.
He lowered his head and looked at his feet.
Empty.
Though he was indeed sitting here, he wouldn’t leave any physical trace behind, not even a shadow.
Hmm… it seemed normal for an Absurdity Law Seeker to mutter to themselves.
His first instinct wasn’t to think that “Wu Lang” was speaking to him.
It was like reading a novel—when a character said “hello,” you wouldn’t think they were greeting you personally. At most, you’d see it as the author breaking the fourth wall. You definitely wouldn’t jump to “Oh, he knows I’m reading this story.”
But “Wu Lang” just smiled and walked away from the floor-to-ceiling window.
He moved to the dining table, hooked one hand over the top of a chair back, and without any visible effort, the chair obediently slid out. He dragged it leisurely to the coffee table in front of the sofa, set it down with a “click,” positioned it directly across from the couch, and sat down himself.
“Tea or coffee? Or something else you’d like to drink?”
“Wu Lang” clapped his hands almost casually, and instantly several bottles and jars appeared on the previously empty coffee table.
Then he tilted his head and stared directly at Miles.
It was only then that Miles finally confirmed “Wu Lang” was indeed talking to him.
“Plain water is fine.” He canceled his detached state outside the memory and answered “Wu Lang’s” question.
“Huh? There’s actually someone here?”
“Wu Lang’s” smile vanished, replaced by a stunned expression as he looked at Miles.
A few seconds later, his expression changed again, back to that initial smile.
“Haha, just kidding.”
His fingers tapped twice lightly on the coffee table. Instantly, a cup grew legs and walked over to Miles. Meanwhile, the kettle on the other side wobbled and floated up, hovering above the cup, tilting to pour water into the glass before Miles.
“Alright, don’t stand on ceremony. Make yourself at home.”
“Wu Lang” waved his hand gently.
“Thanks.”
Miles picked up the glass but set it back down after a few seconds.
Miles didn’t drink, but “Wu Lang” didn’t seem to mind.
He nonchalantly took the floating kettle and poured into his own cup.
This time, what came out was milk tea.
Then, the milk tea in the cup spontaneously grew ice cubes, boba, coconut jelly, and grass jelly topping.
“This is the first time someone’s come to visit my home—quite a rarity.” He set down the kettle and took a sip of milk tea.
“You never invited friends before?” Miles asked.
“Wu Lang” glanced sideways at him while drinking his milk tea.
“You already know.” He set down the cup, a hint of amusement in his tone.
“Friends… I guess I had some…”
“It seems you’re already aware.” Miles clasped his hands together. “Then I don’t need to help you see the truth of this world.”
“Truth? Oh, you mean that.”
“Wu Lang” gave him a half-smile.
“Yeah, well, that barely qualifies as truth.”
“So, you came all this way just to tell me that? I already know, you know. Too bad you wasted your trip.”
“Wu Lang” blinked.
“Also, your entrance was really terrible,” he shook his head. “Who just appears directly in someone else’s house like that?”
“I originally planned to knock on the front door and come in as a police officer.” Miles glanced toward the door.
“That still wouldn’t work.”
“Wu Lang” scoffed, looking at Miles’ face.
“You don’t look like someone from our country at all, do you?”
Miles spread his hands, conceding the point.
“Wu Lang’s” gaze dropped to Miles’ wrist.
There was a watch there.
But unlike other watches, this one’s hands were moving backward.
“Your watch seems to be playing ‘Reverse Clock,’ you know. Are you okay with that?”
Miles looked down in confusion at his own wrist.
He didn’t remember wearing a watch.
But there it was, unmistakably on his hand—a watch running backward, currently around 5:50, slowly rotating toward the “4 o’clock” direction.
The confusion didn’t last long. In less than a second, Miles understood what this watch represented.
It was his remaining Spirituality.
This “Wu Lang” in front of him was the most powerful and most special among all the base points. The moment Miles came into contact with him, he was immediately affected. Things that were originally just “sensations” were now being manifested according to “Wu Lang’s” preferences.
In other words, he had been polluted by “Wu Lang.”
After just a few words of conversation.
Miles snapped back to clarity. He had come here to destroy Samuel’s “Law” inside his heart—not to chat.
But somehow, his subconscious had immediately relaxed, engaging with this “Wu Lang” as a “friend,” ignoring what he actually needed to do.
His whole body had become loose, his mood uplifted, his guard drastically lowered.
If “Wu Lang” hadn’t pointed it out himself, Miles wouldn’t have known how much time he’d waste here.
After barely two and a half minutes of contact, he was already polluted to this degree.
If they talked any longer, he really would explode.
By then, forget about destroying Samuel’s “Law”—he might not even make it out himself.
He would likely forget his identity as an outsider, his spirit forever lost in this memory, becoming part of it.
Maybe in a few years, he’d be escorted straight to becoming a Law Inscriber.
Well, no need to struggle anymore now.