Chapter 388: Eyesore

This is what it feels like when the inner world descends.

When the russet red overlays the ash white, merging into a whole, the environment undergoes a tremendous change in this brief moment.

Yet York remains calm, simply watching quietly.

Of course, he doesn't forget to check on little Sharon.

At least ensuring that the change in the environment affects Sharon, like the nauseating, fishy smell that begins to spread.

Including the temperature that is now becoming even colder.

"It's truly a tale of two worlds," York looks up and remarks.

The visible top layer is also covered in a mottled russet red.

This color easily brings to mind the color of organs or decaying skin. Whether it's an illusion or not, York can see this layer seems to be squirming.

But at this moment, his attention is not there, but rather on the stratum above.

The buildings that were almost reduced to fragments are now stabilized again, and the debris that fell with the snowflakes and ashes has been reclaimed.

The entirety presents a grey-white appearance, a stark contrast to the russet red beneath his feet.

If there were to be a distinction, the grey-white above represents a dead world, devoid of life, nothing but eternal solitude.

This makes him think of the nature of the Native American deity, whose predecessor was indeed a spirit that had endured countless ages, a temperament that fits her perfectly.

However, the world beneath his feet is terrifying to the extreme. Any word that could represent negativity perfectly manifests in this inner world.

Suddenly, a strange sound erupts, a shrill noise without direction, making it feel like the sound is coming from everywhere.

York's expression remains unchanged as he looks down at little Sharon, who still has her eyes closed tightly, only holding his hands firmly. He smiles gently.

"Little Sharon, how about Uncle carries you?" he offers softly.

Sharon, her eyes still shut, begins to nod vigorously in response, feeling as though she is flying, and finally landing in a warm place.

"Uncle York?" she whispers cautiously.

Yet she still does not open her eyes.

"It's alright, you can open your eyes now," York says as he supports Sharon from below, holding her and looking ahead at the dense shadows, his voice gentle.

"Just avoid looking ahead."

Sharon subconsciously opens her eyes to find herself being carried by her uncle, her hands still wrapped around his neck. In her view, everything ahead is merely a swath of white that feels warmly bright, not glaring at all.

Curious about what her uncle is seeing, she still clings tightly to York's neck.

"Let's go."

York smiles and steps forward, leaving a pristine white footprint with each step, as if stepping on lotus blossoms.

Squeak, squeak, squeak!

In the darkness ahead, about twenty meters away, dense shadows suddenly become clear.

Their forms are only as big as a nine-year-old child, similar to Sharon, but their skin is a grayish-green color, and they hold a small knife-like object in their hands.

Their faces are twisted to the sides of their heads, their lips have become twisted slits, and where their eyes should be, there are seams revealing a magma-like russet red color, as if burning from within, giving the impression that they are constantly burning from the inside out.

Apart from this, they move quickly, also emitting a childlike scream, wailing.

This was indeed the monster he had speculated about.

These were the Grey Children.

This reminds York of the Silent Hill movie.

However, there are also significant differences because, in the Silent Hill movie, the Grey Children move very slowly, have nothing in their hands, and appear in far fewer numbers.

But here, these dense Grey Children, like swarms of cockroaches, continuously appear from every crevice, their speed even faster than depicted in the movie, faster than cockroaches, their flickering forms almost teleporting.

Most outrageously, they also hold dangerous-looking knife-like objects in their hands.

Bang, bang, bang!

The surrounding railings and barbed wire are easily shattered by this passing group of Grey Children.

"If this were the female lead in the movie, she'd probably be torn to pieces instantly."

York takes another step forward, his mind filled with reflections.

At this moment, the dense crowd of Grey Children has already closed in, and in the time it took for this step, the distance between them is just seven or eight meters.

"What's the combination for the ice element again?"

York, at this moment, still leisurely continues forward, ignoring the dense, vision-filling Grey Children all around him, continuing his walk.

It's like a tiny pebble surrounded by water, a rather spectacular scene.

"Oh, according to common scientific knowledge, it seems to be the water and wind elements."

The distance between them is only two meters now, the Grey Children's piercing, head-exploding

 screams reverberate through the surrounding space.

And unlike the carefully arranged Sharon, York can see the finer details of the Grey Children, like seeing someone's pores up close.

"Water represents the liquid and fluidity, while wind can represent airflow and movement, the combination of the two is…"

York's eyes shine with a layer of gold and red, his pupils exceptionally radiant, resembling a beautifully lustrous gemstone. In his eyes, equal to the number of Grey Children, the green wind elements and blue water elements combine under his will.

In an instant, an energy that spreads across the entire field erupts. If someone were there, they would see the dense, vision-filling Grey Children slow down at this moment.

"Let's call this Frostbind Magic," York says indifferently, casually naming this move which he might forget by tomorrow. The breath he exhales at this moment turns into mist, and he takes another step forward.

In front of him, only a meter away, is a Grey Child turned into an ice sculpture, now motionless.

Starting from this ice sculpture, it spreads out, all displaying the odd postures of Grey Children turned into ice sculptures.

They can no longer make any sound, the space regains its peace, without any piercing noise.

Only the faint blue light of a series of ice sculptures remains.

Under York's single spell, the entire field turns into a real world of ice and snow.

Not until York walks up to the closest Grey Child ice sculpture does the dead silent icy world change.

As he walks, the clicking sounds begin to echo from each other.

One by one, the Grey Children ice sculptures shatter into nothingness under his steps.

Finally, only York's footsteps remain, he continues forward, the blue-lit icy world disappearing without a trace, and the dense Grey Children also vanish without a trace.

When the field returns to its original state, York finds that the previously empty space in front of him now mysteriously features a dilapidated large door.

"What's next?"

York's heart remains undisturbed, he has already prepared himself mentally, as it seems he needs to break through each barrier himself, reaching the dark Arlesha.

It's like clearing stages in a game, one level after another, slowly increasing in intensity, until the final boss.

"Guess I can only do this."

Looking at the dilapidated door, York approaches and uses telekinesis to burst the door open, carrying little Sharon inside.

The space that appears before him is similar, though somewhat different, but actually unchanged, the only difference being the surrounding tools.

The space where the Grey Children were is filled with railings and barbed wire, presenting a post-apocalyptic feel, while this place has a marshy feel.

Although he isolates every step with a combination of telekinetic and holy powers, York recognizes through visual and 3D mapping that the unknown liquids on the ground actually have corrosive and sticky properties.

Why he thinks this is simply because of the unpleasant smoke rising from these liquids, like corrosive liquid falling on the ground.

York stands still and scans the surrounding environment, his eyebrows slightly raised, thinking of something.

"It couldn't be the monster I'm thinking of, could it?"

As soon as the words fall, York knows the answer.

Indeed, it's the monsters he thought of.

And like before with the Grey Children, without any warning, the surrounding area starts making squeaking noises similar to friction.

The same is true, the numbers are still dense.

"Only, compared to the Grey Children, they are a bit slower," York scans briefly, already getting the measure of them.

These dense monsters differ from the Grey Children. On these monsters, York cannot see the aura of life.

This is a distortion, imbued with dark power, but clearly possessing a human-like appearance.

Faces without features severely disfigured, a mass of gore, without arms yet having human-like shoulders, but under their twisted skin, it's visible that both hands are severely fused together.

Due to bent legs, their movements appear unusually twisted, like a lying person, wobbling forward with bent legs, although stiff in movement, yet actually not slow, just a bit slower than the Grey Children before.

At the same time, a pitch-black hole is gaping in their chests, appearing somewhat ominous.

Overall, they seem not very dangerous, but York knows these monsters are even more dangerous than the Grey Children before.

Because, combined with the sticky and corrosive liquid on the ground, it's not hard to understand that this is a type of monster with long-range attack capabilities.

And the method of attack is to spray a smoky, seemingly air-corrosive liquid from the chest.

Spurt, spurt, spurt!

As York continues to think, the surrounding monsters do not wait for him, instantly spraying a stream of liquid the moment they appear.

Due to the vast numbers, the streams of clearly corrosive liquid directly form a net in the air, covering York like a tidal

 wave in the ocean.

Below it, York and little Sharon seem like a tiny boat about to be overturned.

Spurt, spurt, spurt!

And with the subsequent continuous output, anyone coming over would completely be unable to cope with this situation.

Just as the net composed of corrosive liquid is about to press down, reaching only half a meter above York's head, it suddenly stops.

At the same time, a vast and enormous invisible force sweeps around from York's body, rapidly spreading out.

The giant net in the air, including the armless monsters that continue spraying without stopping, freeze instantly.

York creates an illusion of time stopping with his telekinesis, continuing to walk forward while holding little Sharon, leaving pristine white footprints behind, as the liquid on the ground automatically recedes out of the way.

"Disperse."

Facing the dense crowd of armless monsters blocking the way, York utters lightly.

The telekinetic force lingering in the entire space instantly crushes everything.

The giant net in the air, the group of armless monsters forcibly stilled by telekinesis, directly shatter into fine particles scattered across the sky.

York exhales, and everything blocking the way in front, including the fine particles, parts like being swept aside by a hand, revealing a path forward.

The scene is spectacular, like a path forcibly split open in the ocean.

Thus, accompanied by the dense, frozen fine particles on both sides, York continues forward, holding little Sharon.

Until another door, identical to the previous ones, appears in front.

"The third stage."

York approaches emotionlessly, the door in front automatically bursts apart, revealing its true face.

This is a layout similar to a room, but the area is as large as a plaza.

Importantly, the ceiling of this room features a scene similar to iron wires entwining, resembling a spider's web, the rust so thick that one cannot see the full extent of the ceiling.

The surrounding walls are also covered with a thick layer of russet-red bloodstains.

It's completely a filthy hellish scene, entirely enveloped by dark forces.

"Everywhere is filled with this disgusting appearance and bloodthirsty hordes of monsters, calling it hell might as well be suitable."

York, adopting a mindset of clearing stages, stops in place, thinking to himself.

"But which monster is it this time?"

From these manifestations, York really can't deduce which Silent Hill monster these scenes represent.

Before long, he finds out.

Activity occurs again, and deep in the darkness, a twisted hand suddenly appears.

This resembles a human hand, York narrows his eyes slightly.

"This time it's not a group of monsters? But a single monster?"

In the 3D map, the hand slowly reveals itself first, followed by the head entwined with iron wire, then the body bending upwards also pierced by iron wire, and finally the feet bending towards the sky.

The posture appears very peculiar, moving by supporting itself on the ground with its hands, then slowly crawling forward.

This gives York a strange expression.

Because the only contact point between this monster and the ground is the thing between its feet and upper body.

That means that thing is the support point for this monster, imaginable how painful it is for this monster when crawling.

So much so that during its crawl, it constantly flicks its dark, filthy tongue, continuously screaming in pain.

Of course, this is just the surface. York can see that everything this monster touches starts rotting, spreading countless pulsating blood vessels, each filled with countless worm-like forms.

This indicates that this monster has very strong dark power.

But all this does not prevent York from commenting after seeing this monster.

"Truly an eyesore…"

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