Chapter 65 (1/2)
Chapter 65 -【In a Dream?】
I wake up and check my surroundings…
It’s not the wyvern’s nest.
An empty s.p.a.ce.
White tile-like floor and blue sky.
But, the sky is not moving.
The movements of clouds are stopped.
A windless s.p.a.ce.
Almost as if… the time stopped in this s.p.a.ce.
When I look around.
I see only the white floor spreading endlessly.
Big jars are placed on that spreading floor.
A number of jars bigger than me.
Jars the size of an adult human.
Just what is the meaning of this?
Tekuteku Tekuteku
I have decided to walk.
I don’t know how I came to this s.p.a.ce.
I was here before I noticed.
I don’t know where the exit or entrance is.
I have to confirm my surroundings first…
While walking between the jars.
Baan
Gacha Gacha Gacha
Sudden shrill sounds.
Uo!
What!
That surprised me.
My heart skipped a beat.
While thinking what’s going on.
I turn towards the direction of the sound….
Several of the jars have broken.
Baan
Gacha Gacha Gacha
Uo!
Ha!
My heart is startled.
Several more jars have just cracked.
They suddenly break.
I don’t know why they are breaking.
I only hear the exploding sounds.
Tekuteku Tekuteku
When I approach the broken jar…
A corpse? similar to a mummy is mixed between the broken fragments.
Uun.
Umm.
The h.e.l.l is this?
A mummy inside a jar…
I don’t understand.
Ummm.
When I look at another broken jar…
It seems to contain a similar mummy.
Kyorokyoro
I look around restlessly.
This large white s.p.a.ce is packed with jars.
……
Eh?
Surely not…
no way, no way…
Does every jar contain a mummy inside?
s.p.a.ce which spreads endlessly.
Nothing, but jars placed on the white floor.
Which means…
The number is incalculable.
Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, maybe even hundreds of millions.
If mummies are in every jar…
Just how many of them are there…
The population of Earth was certainly around 7 billion.
It won’t be surprising if the number of jars is similar.
Nonono.
Calm down!
Calm down, me!
It’s not good to get weird delusions.
I must look for the exit from this strange s.p.a.ce first.
That’s right.
Let’s do that.
Tekuteku Tekuteku
I walk between the jars.
I walk among the countless number of jars.
Baan
Gacha Gacha Gacha
Uo!
Another jar has broken.
That sound is bad for my heart.
The jars sometimes break while I continue walking.
Of course, mummies are inside.
Mummies lying among the fragments of the pots.
Just why are these jars breaking?
It doesn’t seem like the mummies inside are breaking them.
The mummies are not moving an inch.