Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 13: Sleepwalking in Dreamland

1592: The Concept of an Individual as a Pocket Dimension

When Wu Yiliu desperately rolled to the edge of the bushes and stopped, he lay on his back, panting heavily, having exhausted even his last bit of strength.

It was okay. He was still fine.

The injuries on the back of his hand were scraped and bumped, mixed with sand and gravel, causing pain that felt like his brain was on fire. But the stronger this pain, the more comforting it was—it meant that he, the one who had activated [Pocket Dimension Setting], was still alright, not drawn into the pocket dimension.

He turned his head to glance at the consular officer not far away.

The sound of the clapperboard snapping shut seemed to have frozen the consular officer. He looked as if he were overly shocked, not even paying attention to Wu Yiliu's frantic escape. Now he was kneeling on the ground, his upper body upright, staring at the dark, round lens in front of him, as if he still couldn't believe what had just happened.

Other than the consular officer being stunned, everything else was just as it had been a moment before.

Wait, it didn't fail to activate, did it?

Wu Yiliu hadn't been able to complete his description of the pocket dimension content earlier and had to seize the opportunity to activate [Pocket Dimension Setting]. Plus, the time was too tight, and the part he had managed to utter was somewhat unclear and ambiguous—if the listener were human, several different interpretations and misunderstandings could arise.

So, whether this Special Item had truly activated, and whether it had done so as he had imagined, was still unknown.

Wu Yiliu wanted to run but didn't know if he should, wanted to stay but didn't dare to, and stood frozen on the spot, unsure of what to do. After some thought, he decided he needed to put some distance between them first. He took a deep breath, slowly got up, took two steps back, his eyes fixed on the consular officer.

With this movement, the consular officer seemed to snap back to reality, turning his eyes towards him.

"You... the pocket dimension you set," he croaked. "What exactly is it?"

Wu Yiliu swallowed his dry throat and took two more steps back. The consular officer's demeanor didn't look like he was waiting for an answer, but rather as if he already knew it, waiting for him to deny it.

"Speak," the consular officer said softly, slowly getting up from the ground.

His movement in getting up was very careful and slow, as if afraid that with even a slightly larger movement, his limbs or head would roll off.

Wu Yiliu suddenly had a feeling, unfounded but so strong that it took his breath away. The [Pocket Dimension Setting], this Special Item, might have activated just as he had imagined.

Could it read the thoughts of the one activating it?

In that case, the original fake pocket dimension content was especially simple, simple enough to be summed up in one sentence.

The consular officer stood upright, asking almost blankly, "What am I now?"

As their eyes met, Wu Yiliu couldn't help but shiver slightly.

"I think you're still a posthuman," he answered cautiously, staring at the consular officer. "At the same time, you're also a pocket dimension. An individual who is the pocket dimension itself."

"Oh?" The consular officer slowly tilted his head, looking at him. "I see."

This was Wu Yiliu's design—[Pocket Dimension Setting] required pre-arrangement of the location and content. Changelings even created a fake pocket dimension to turn it into a real pocket dimension. But in his haste, he couldn't have possibly prepared anything. The only way was to use what was at hand, directly treating a person as pocket dimension material.