Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 14: Cloudwalk Heights [Complete]

1802: Shared Space in Human Form

Cyrus couldn't have known that just a day before he reunited with Irezumi, Lin Sanjiu had also reconnected with her long-lost friends. After all, the odds of her finding Yu Yuan and the grand prize were much higher than Cyrus encountering his old acquaintance. Both of them were in the same world, and Lin Sanjiu had been relentlessly sending out messages to locate them.

For Yu Yuan and the grand prize to find her again was, logically, only a matter of time.

But Lin Sanjiu couldn't see it as inevitable; all she felt now was overwhelming joy, gratitude, and a lingering sense of fear. Standing on the sidewalk about ten meters away from the rental agency, she clutched her Beacon-Wolf Signal personal communicator tightly. The sweat in her palm made the small white device slippery.

When she learned that Yu Yuan had finally contacted Eight-Heads De, her initial shock lasted only a brief moment before relief washed over her like a tidal wave. It was such a blessing. This time, their separation had lasted only ten days, not an indefinite stretch of who knows when they'd meet again.

Lin Sanjiu was so overwhelmed that she momentarily forgot what she was doing. It felt as though her entire being was focused on waiting for the communicator to ring, to hear their voices again. How was the grand prize? Had he recovered? How had Yu Yuan landed safely after falling from the sky? Were they both okay?

Bee Sting, although unaware of who Yu Yuan and the grand prize were, noticed the importance of the situation from Lin Sanjiu's expression. She obediently leaned against the roadside railing and waited with her. After standing around on the street like a pair of vagrants for quite some time, Lin Sanjiu finally felt embarrassed and invited Bee Sting to a nearby tea house meant for travelers to rest and drink tea.

"You see these pricier teas here," Bee Sting said, scanning the menu, "it's said that after you drink them, the soul of the tea leaves will appear and provide a range of benefits... huh? You've tried it before?"

Not only had she tried it, but she had no desire to try it again. Lin Sanjiu could still recall the round tea leaves chatting, laughing, grumbling, and rolling around in her cup. Even after they disappeared, no matter how many times she drank tea, the leaves that appeared were never the same batch again.

When two ordinary drinks, an iced oolong and a hot milk tea, were set down on the table in front of her, Lin Sanjiu suddenly felt the communicator in her hand buzz.

No words could describe the way her heart pounded in that moment. She opened the white device as fast as she could and found a message from Eight-Heads De.

"Yu Yuan says you should have a specialized communicator for contacting someone named Ji Shanqing, right? He needs you to activate it."

In her haste, Lin Sanjiu nearly dropped the communicator as she scrambled to pull it out. Since pushing Yu Yuan and the grand prize off the ship, she had tried using the specialized communicator countless times, but it had always remained silent, like a useless piece of stone.

Now that it was working again, did that mean the grand prize was okay?

She forced herself to suppress the shadow of doubt lingering in the corner of her mind. If the grand prize was fine, why was it Yu Yuan who reached out instead?

What if, as a Veda, Yu Yuan didn't see saving the grand prize as his responsibility and simply hadn't bothered to rescue him?

Lin Sanjiu pushed the thought deep into the back of her mind.

Five minutes later, when Lin Sanjiu finally saw Yu Yuan's face again after so many days, the thought she had pushed deep into her mind surged sharply to the surface, impossible to ignore.