Lovecraftian World, But I Spread Curses – Chapter 120

Inner World: Flesh And Blood Dimension

Chapter 120: Inner World: Flesh And Blood Dimension

Wei Jiang seemed to feel something, somewhat surprised. He waved his hand lightly in front of Li Nuowei’s eyes. “Are you okay?”

Li Nuowei instinctively dodged. In the blink of an eye, when he looked at Wei Jiang again, all the anomalies seemed to have never appeared. His breathing was slightly rapid as he hurriedly said again, “Goodbye, Brother Wei,” and hurriedly stepped out of the shop door.

When his footsteps stepped outside the shop, Li Nuowei discovered that the scenery around him had completely changed.

The surrounding environment was dark and oppressive. Unidentified flesh and blood constructed buildings and streets. Biological pipes intertwined into street lamps, eyes were the bulbs, the rotten stench replaced the floral fragrance on both sides of city roads, and traceless murmurs became the sole sound in this deathly silent city.

“This… where is this place? Why has the city become like this?” Li Nuowei didn’t know where he was, but from the surrounding environment setup, he felt this was the city he had once experienced, only here everything was replaced by flesh and blood, not the steel and cement he was familiar with.

Immediately, Li Nuowei recalled the sweet and bitter taste lingering in his mouth after the candy digested, and remembered what Lin Ling had said to him before.

“Could this be the real world?” Li Nuowei looked around at the excessively terrifying and grotesque scenery, his fear rising in his heart.

Li Nuowei was breathing heavily. He wanted to escape this place and return to the reality he wanted to go back to. He had to find Drake. They still needed to save Liuhua Port, this city on the brink of a major crisis, and protect the innocent people in the city.

He walked on city roads made of tender, smooth back skin pieces, constantly looking around, occasionally shouting loudly.

Li Nuowei first shouted Drake’s name, but after shouting for too long without response, he changed to shouting others, from people close to him he knew, to his parents’ names, but still got nothing.

Li Nuowei stopped. He looked at the street lamps hanging high on the street lamp poles by the street, and suddenly he also wanted to hang himself high up there.

Let’s do it again… Li Nuowei thought of using his Death Return ability again, directly “initializing,” hoping that after his rebirth, the terrifying scenery before his eyes would also disappear.

Just as he pulled out a biological intestine from the street lamp and made a noose with the sticky intestine casing, about to hang himself on the southeast street lamp, a hand appeared without warning and stopped his suicidal behavior.

“A human?” Li Nuowei jerked his head back, only to see an unremarkable youth looking at him curiously and asking him.

Li Nuowei stepped back, warily looking at the unfamiliar youth before him. “Who are you?”

“My name is Xin Junmao.” The youth ignored Li Nuowei’s wariness and instead showed a somewhat surprised expression, laughing heartily. “I didn’t expect to see someone else here besides me.”

“What do you mean?” Li Nuowei still didn’t relax his guard after hearing the other’s name and inquired, “Why are you here? And where is this place?”

“As for me, I’m naturally human, just my state of being is a bit strange.” Xin Junmao explained with a smile. “This is the Flesh and Blood Dimension. That’s what I named it. It’s between the reality and other dimensional worlds. Everything here synchronizes with the real world, like seeing reality in another form of presentation, so it can also be called the Inner World.

As for why I’m here, it’s because I encountered some tricky things, so I came here in the form of entering a dream.”

Li Nuowei noticed a barely perceptible bitterness in Xin Junmao’s eyes and brows, as if the other had experienced some profound painful encounter. The other murmured, “My name is Xin Junmao. I owed some favors, paid back part of them, and then I became like this.”

“What about you? I’ve been here for a long time. This isn’t a place just anyone can casually enter.” Xin Junmao asked in return.

Li Nuowei hesitated for a moment and said, “I don’t know how I was teleported here. Can you tell me how to get out?”

Hearing Li Nuowei’s words, Xin Junmao stared straight at him for a while, then as if confirming his identity, nodded and said, “The method to get out of here is also simple. Just run to the boundary of this city and step across it. If you don’t want to waste energy, I can suggest you do like earlier: find a street lamp to hang yourself on. Dying will wake you up.”

Li Nuowei exhaled a deep breath of turbid air. “It sounds just like dreaming.”

“It’s like dreaming right now.” Xin Junmao explained. “The awakening method is naturally the same.”

“Okay, I’ll try.” Li Nuowei nodded. He took a deep breath, then turned to head straight for the city boundary.

He didn’t want to commit suicide. First, he was afraid there might be a trap. Second, if there was a way to escape without dying, why would he kill himself?

“Wait.” Xin Junmao stopped Li Nuowei who was about to leave and said, “Are you sure you want to go like this? Never mind, I don’t really want to stay here today anyway. I’ll take you out. There are still some strange taboos here.”

Li Nuowei braked hard with his feet in place for two seconds, then retreated back to Xin Junmao’s side. “Okay, then thank you first.”

Xin Junmao saw Li Nuowei’s wariness in his eyes but didn’t mind. While strolling leisurely with Li Nuowei on the street, he continued to “educate” him: “As I said earlier, this is an Inner World. Although it retains the physical laws of the real world to some extent, there are also some special rules.

Here, first, you can’t make noisy sounds. As you see, there are almost no people here. Everyone who can enter here is without exception unlucky. Though there are no people, it doesn’t mean there are no other lives. The lives here like a quiet atmosphere. Noisy sound is equivalent to an attack to them. Where there is an attack, there will naturally be a counterattack. Don’t worry, we humans can’t beat them.”

As he spoke, he pointed to a certain brand clothing store crawled over with unidentified blood vessels. In the Inner World shop, the mannequins inside were all rotten and twisted, wearing overly fashionable organ leather dresses, with fat intestine belts around their waists, and shoes bubbling with swollen, breathing bubbles.

Li Nuowei looked closely and saw that the mannequin was actually alive!?

“That’s right. Dead objects given meaning of life in reality are all alive here.” Seeing Li Nuowei’s shocked and suspicious gaze, Xin Junmao smiled and said, “Like these clothing mannequins, plush dolls, statues of deities in shrines, and so on.”

Xin Junmao continued, “Second, don’t eat things here or drink the water here. Best not to approach the water areas of this world. They are also alive.”

“Finally, don’t vent negative emotions here. Absolutely don’t.” Xin Junmao said solemnly to Li Nuowei.

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Lovecraftian World, But I Spread Curses

Lovecraftian World, But I Spread Curses

克系世界,但我散播诅咒
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Status: Ongoing Author: Released: 2022 Native Language: Chinese
Humans in this world are too vulnerable; seeing a winged hound in a graveyard causes them to lose their reason, a mere glance at a statue of a tentacled bodhisattva in a crowd leads to endless nightmares and inability to eat or sleep, a fleeting glimpse of a black goat's hoof under the forest shade sends them into a panic... they are simply too vulnerable! People's joys and sorrows are not interconnected. They all seem to live in unease and fear, but Lin Ling only finds them noisy. "The best method to eliminate fear is to face it. This is a video tape full of blessings." Lin Ling handed a black video tape to the guest who suffered from dimensional power intrusions daily, and smiled, "If it's useful, don't forget a five-star good review." Setting up a small dwelling in the forest, the small dwelling sells various consecrated and blessed objects. The boss is actually a mental patient who has transmigrated. He never worries about someone giving his small shop a bad review. [Note 1] This might be a grand collision between Eastern Mysticism and Lovecraftian Power. [Note 2] The story is largely told from a unit perspective. [Note 3] The author is perfectly sane.

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