Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 13: Sleepwalking in Dreamland

1649: Terror - Agent Lin Sanjiu

While Yu Yuan was still lost in Xie Feng's memories, and the whereabouts of the grand prize remained unknown, Lin Sanjiu had already managed to pry open a corner of this strange space's veil, using a method akin to that of a terrorist.

With the help of a few humanoid items, she struggled to move the trigger point of the bookstore memory—the old shopkeeper—near the trigger point of the Celestial Park. Her plan was to disrupt the functioning of this space and create chaos, and she indeed got the chaos she desired.

As the bookstore's memory territory came hurtling toward the Celestial Park like a fallen celestial body, even Lin Sanjiu found herself momentarily overwhelmed.

"Get back here!" she shouted urgently to the humanoid items. It took only a brief glance at the Life Coach, and when she turned her gaze back, the Twelve Worlds Centrum shopping street was already closing in by half the distance it had been moments before.

Clearly, something had gone very wrong.

The entire street scene had begun to spin and distort, as if rendered with computer effects. Some of the shops warped together, forming part of a swirling vortex, while others stood stubbornly upright, protruding like foreign objects that had torn through the skin of this world. Even before the collision, just looking at it made Lin Sanjiu's scalp tingle.

At this critical moment, the humanoid items proved to be even quicker and more alert than she was. One after another, they collided with her outstretched hand and immediately transformed into cards—the Life Coach included.

How had the Life Coach returned so quickly? Wasn't he just up in the air a moment ago?

Lin Sanjiu realized this and paused in surprise. When she looked up again, her frustration surged; she wanted to curse someone out so badly. In his panic to escape, the Life Coach must have leapt off without a second thought, leaving behind the expensive flying vehicle she'd bought. There was no time to retrieve it now.

With the Twelve Worlds Centrum street about to crash into the Celestial Park, Lin Sanjiu turned on her heel and bolted.

"You owe me a flying vehicle!" she shouted, even though the Life Coach couldn't hear her as a card.

The Celestial Park must still connect to other memory territories. If she could escape the impact zone before the collision's effects spread, and make it into another territory, she might avoid disaster.

Lin Sanjiu ran so fast it felt like even the air couldn't keep up, leaving her on the verge of gasping for breath. Her heavy, labored breathing became unnaturally loud after a few more breaths. The expected sound of a cataclysmic collision never came; instead, every step she took seemed to plunge into a rapidly solidifying silence.

Near the entrance of the Celestial Park, she slowed down, glancing back. She stumbled and quickly halted in her tracks.

In the distance, the Celestial Park appeared like a giant photograph printed on soft fabric, bulging where the incoming Twelve Worlds Centrum street had pushed against it.

At the junction of the two, a shop with a sign reading "Sharpening, Leasing, External Services" was twisted grotesquely against the pale blue sky of the Celestial Park. It wasn't clear if it was an illusion, but the shop's edges and sign seemed to grow sharper, as if they were determined to puncture the fabric of the park.

"What... what's happening here?" Lin Sanjiu muttered, knowing there would be no response.

In the silence, the Twelve Worlds Centrum street gave a small twist, like a living being realizing its hand was caught and trying to shake it free. It failed to break free, but the Celestial Park suddenly "poured" in the direction of the struggle, releasing a large section. Several tourists were stretched into two-meter-wide slivers, yet they still tried to continue along their original paths.