Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 10: Lava [Complete]

1186: The Purpose of the Special Item

Lin Sanjiu felt an excruciating pain throughout her body as if all her bones were about to be shattered. Yet, she hadn't felt this good in ages. Along with the pain, she felt a surge of strength, a feeling of regaining control over her body.

Despite the dizziness, Lin Sanjiu struggled to twist her body and tried to land on her feet. The X-ray machine screamed with a strong attraction from the canvas, as if eager to grab her and pull her into the blank space on it. Thanks to the Life Coach's alertness, the moment he noticed her movement, he shouted, "Take the painting away!"

The Artist's clanging sound was unclear, and Lin Sanjiu, having been used to the painting's suction force, couldn't help but be amazed at its strength when turned against her. When she was sucked in, she could barely resist and hardly made any difference. Her feet couldn't even touch the ground, and her body was sucked into the air, tightly pressed against the X-ray machine. She futilely placed her only right hand on the edge of the machine, feeling her heartbeat so intense that she thought the whole hospital could hear it.

"Why are you shaking your head?" the Life Coach said anxiously, then suddenly exclaimed, "Oh, I see. You add her! Just complete the painting, alright?"

Amidst Lin Sanjiu's trembling resistance, the sound of the brush was her greatest hope. It felt like an eternity for the Artist to finally bring back the familiar sensation of gravity, and she was thrown back onto the ground with a thud.

Her chest heaved up and down as she wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. It took a while for her to slowly climb back up from the floor. Just being able to stand up again using her muscles, legs, and feet felt like a remarkable achievement.

The Artist stood to her left, holding a newly painted canvas with a mundane view but with hopeful eyes fixed on her. The Life Coach stood to her right, hands on his hips, smiling gleefully.

"See, I told you. No matter what kind of predicament you face in life, as long as you use your imagination and willpower..."

Ignoring his voice, Lin Sanjiu gently wiped her face and unsurprisingly felt the dry paint on her skin. She scraped her skin a few times, noticing black paint dust in her fingernail crevices. This was why Gardenia felt safe to leave. It was all because of this paint.

"Don't scrape it all off," the Life Coach said with some concern, leaning in to take a look. "With black holes on your face, it'll be more convenient to go outside."

Lin Sanjiu put her hand down and turned to look at the Artist. Due to the post-traumatic stress, when she smiled, she felt her muscles and lips still tense. "Can you repeat that process you did just now? This time, don't paint the guard inside the house... Yes, the one with a lot of black holes on the face. Do it quickly."

During the ten minutes that [Defense Forcefield] ran out and the lullaby finished playing, Hei Zeji—assuming it was really him and not a guard wearing his clothes—deteriorated further. She couldn't see any trace of her friend on that face anymore. His body seemed like a bundle of twisted, withered branches. It was evident that he was slowly getting up from the ground, and as the transformation into the guard became more thorough, his body gradually straightened up.

Was it already too late to drag him out?

The panic gnawed at her heart like a rat's teeth, and with Lin Sanjiu's urging, the Artist hastily moved to the back of the X-ray machine to start painting again. The front of the X-ray machine had a large dent from when Lin Sanjiu bumped into it earlier. The loud impact still reverberated in her ears.

She could only wait anxiously with her nails between her teeth until the painting was done.

"Mm." The Life Coach, like a moth drawn to a light, hovered around her. "Was my guidance to your satisfaction?"