Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 154 - 154 Narcissus Street (7)

Chapter 154 -154: Narcissus Street (7) Chapter 154 -154: Narcissus Street (7) “There is a ventilation duct going upwards from underground; from where that woman was lying, she could just barely see a glimpse of the yard through a crack.”

“During the decades of torment, the only thing she could see was her husband and sister snuggling on the bench.”

“Perhaps in her mind, she already substituted her own self with her sister, numbing her brain with her own lies.”

“This incident caused a great sensation at the time, but the woman’s soul did not turn into an Evil Spirit.”

“If Veronia’s dreams correspond to her story, then what we need to do now is find her.”

“Severing this initial connection would allow us to return to the real world.”

“The monster that this woman turned into acts like an umbilical cord to this world, connecting to the outside and speeding up the assimilation process.”

“Killing her not only could bring us back to the real world, but it might also stop this world’s transformation.”

“Because the assimilation hasn’t fully formed, cutting the connection could perhaps forever seal off this Different Space!”

Henrik added.

Through the windowsill glass, outside was a vast expanse of white; mist shrouded the whole world and weighed heavy on everyone’s heart.

“How are we supposed to find that terrifying monster?”

Veronia suddenly asked.

“Do you have any other memories about those dreams, beyond the diary?”

Roger inquired.

Veronia shook her head, “I’m not sure, I was too scared in those dreams, I didn’t pay attention to some of the details.”

Roger speculated that Veronia’s family could very likely be traced back to that woman and her sister.

“What you experienced at that time was not a dream at all, in fact, you had already arrived here then, it’s just that the connection was unstable, and you were sent back to the real world after waking up.”

“Think carefully, any small detail could help us find that place.”

Ingmar comforted.

Having spent the most time with Veronia, she was visibly calmed by Ingmar’s soothing voice.

“Don’t force it.”

Ingmar knew recalling a terrifying nightmare took a lot of courage.

“Wait a moment.”

“I do remember something, but I’m not entirely sure.”

Veronia hesitated.

“In the dreams, every so often, I seemed to hear a knocking sound, which sounded like… the sound of chess pieces hitting the board.”

Veronia carefully recollected, uncertain of herself.

“A knocking sound?”

Henrik and Hathaway looked at each other, with a hint of excitement on their faces.

“The area Hathaway and I visited previously had a similar sound, very crisp.”

“Could that woman be hiding in that area?”

“It’s very possible!”

“The majority of rooms in this place are inaccessible, Roger and I have been to three of them, and counting yours, that makes four. These four houses are located in different positions, corresponding to each other from a distance.”

“And the fact that you could encounter monsters even during daylight in the area you visited before suggests how special that zone is.”

Ingmar clenched her fists, “We must go and check it out, no matter what.”

“We don’t have much time left.”

With the plan set, everyone returned to their rooms to rest and gather strength, as an arduous battle was likely ahead.

This time the mist seemed to linger particularly long.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Henrik knocked on Roger’s door.

“Come out and take a look; there have been some changes outside.”

Roger followed Henrik outside, where the thick fog that had enveloped the region had dissipated, but what lay before them was no longer any scene Roger had previously witnessed.

“What happened?”

“The final assimilation has begun.”

“The architectural style here resembles that of Bordeaux City from many years ago,”

Henrik responded.

“Could it be that the entirety of Bordeaux City has been replicated?”

“No, that’s unlikely, it’s probably just a part, mainly concentrated around Rose Street,”

Roger closed his eyes to sense his surroundings, “The safe point I woke up at is still there.”

In his consciousness, Roger didn’t notice anything unusual about Hunter’s Cabin.

“Let’s get going, we need to speed up our pace. The next mist might never dissipate,”

“Perhaps after it dissipates, we will have become part of this world,”

Ingmar added from behind.

Aside from Veronia, the rest of the group boasted a certain level of combat strength. Seeing that everyone was preparing to leave, Veronia’s eyes reddened in urgency.

“It’s too dangerous ahead, you won’t stand a chance of surviving with us, stay here calmly; if we succeed, you will naturally leave this place,”

Roger consoled her.

He didn’t finish his thought; if the four of them failed, then everyone would die here.

“Stay here,”

Ingmar patted Veronia on the shoulder.

“See you in reality!”

After saying that, he caught up with the others and strode away.

Veronia pursed her lips tightly and clenched the dagger in her hand.

Hopefully, there won’t be a need to use it.

The streets here had changed significantly, but fortunately, they no longer moved around like before, so even though Roger wasn’t very familiar with the layout, he could still infer a general direction.

And he continued on towards the goal.

As they progressed, changes in the surroundings persisted.

Passing through one of the streets, Roger slowed his pace and looked towards another direction.

“What’s wrong?”

Henrik asked with caution.

Following Roger’s gaze, at the end of his line of sight, on the side of the street hung an iron signboard clearly bearing a line of text.

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“Narcissus Street.”

Roger’s gaze slightly sharpened – was this Narcissus Street the same one Anna mentioned?

Could there be a number 48 here?

“Nothing,”

Roger looked away. Although he was curious to check it, there were more important things to do now.

“Rose Street wasn’t called that a long time ago; don’t take things here too seriously. Different Space assimilates reality but also distorts reality.”

“Everything you see before you isn’t real,”

Henrik remarked casually.

Roger nodded but couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t just a coincidence. Perhaps at some specific time in the past, the site where the Rose Villa District now stands did once have a location known as Narcissus Street.

At least he had a clue about Narcissus Street number 48, and he could start an investigation from there when he got back.

After continuing a little further, an area appeared before them that completely differed in architectural style from the surrounding buildings.

Spires, circular domes.

Thick, even stone blocks.

Then, a Monster Spirit emerged before them, glowing green all over, carrying a Lantern in the left hand and wielding a thin sword in the right.

It was dressed in a gray, linen robe, its hood covering half of its skull-like face.

In the center of its forehead, a silver hole flickered in and out of existence.

“Damn it, that shot just now only caused it this little damage!”

Henrik’s expression turned very ugly.