Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 13: Sleepwalking in Dreamland

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'Don't panic, there's still time.'

Wu Yiliu tightly closed his eyes, trying his best to calm his breathing. In particularly anxious and troubled times, he would imagine himself stepping out of his body, walking away a few steps, and seeing himself in his mind. This would often quickly help him regain his composure.

The broadcast had just said that all directions of the fake pocket dimension were blocked by so-called photography enthusiasts. Perhaps that's why the people in the control room hadn't run away. Those photography enthusiasts were undoubtedly the ones holding the "sub-scenic spot" devices. But upon thinking about it, not every direction had witnessed a posthuman battle.

Some posthuman might have run out without noticing the people with cameras, or in some exit areas, those holding a [Pocket Dimension Setting] were not posthuman at all, and wouldn't stop the escaping posthuman. A side not looking for trouble, another side eager to leave; naturally, there would be no conflict.

The reason for this conjecture was simple: to surround all the exits of the fake pocket dimension, at least nearly ten people would be needed, and to his knowledge, the posthuman cooperating with the Changelings were far fewer.

Wu Yiliu, having thought this through, leapt up from the ground and started to run back. He knew which exit had no conflict and was closest to him. If he rushed there, he could verify his guess at once. Coincidentally, he had just run out for a short while when a heavy, dull thud sounded from the direction of Huanzi, probably another clash.

By the time he was panting and passed through the trail, climbed over the wall, and finally saw the exit gate behind a few green trees, he hadn't approached it yet when a distant male voice from outside greeted him.

"What's going on now? When can the item be activated?" the man asked, seemingly on a phone call. "How come there's such a big stone statue? It's so close to me, I'm a bit uneasy."

Wu Yiliu quickly slowed his pace, looked around, and inched towards the exit, secretly hoping that the man was not posthuman and couldn't hear his movements.

The man sounded even more anxious than he did. "No, what's the use of me just holding it? The posthuman are fighting now, they aren't holding their cameras properly. Who knows when it will be activated? If that statue takes a few steps towards me next time, I'll be crushed! A posthuman just rushed out from here. It was quite frightening."

The buzzing noise from the phone made it hard for Wu Yiliu to overhear. But it seemed that he had indeed guessed correctly.

The man spat on the ground and said, "Team Leader Chang, I'm not complaining to you. I know you're not a posthuman... Yes, yes, blame the one who broadcasted randomly. Who was that kid? Why not have someone go to the broadcast room to catch him?"

He paused to listen to the other side, then grumbled, "All unreliable. Where did these guys hear the news? They run fast though. They're not afraid when they know. Let them become pocket dimension residents. What can they do to us? Letting them live is already a huge favor."

He continued to vent for a while before hanging up the phone.

'The heavens have actually been kind to me,' Wu Yiliu thought, paving the way step by step and showing it to him.

After waiting a while, he finally walked out nonchalantly, even doubting whether the Changeling outside could hear his heartbeat.

A short, unfamiliar man he had never seen before looked up at him, a face ready to spit at anyone. It didn't matter, what mattered was that he was indeed wearing a vest and carrying a camera on his shoulder.