Chapter 3 – Knocking

Returning to his room, Lin Qiye closed the door.


He didn't turn on the lights.


It was already late at night, and the faint starlight outside the window sprinkled on the ground. In the dark room, Lin Qiye sat in front of the desk and slowly took off the black blindfold from his eyes.


In the mirror on the desk, a handsome young boy's face was reflected.


Lin Qiye looked very good. If he took off the blindfold and tidied up a bit, coupled with his inexplicable cold and deep temperament, he would definitely be a handsome guy at the school level.


Unfortunately, his brilliance was completely concealed by the blindfold and his disabled identity.


In the mirror, Lin Qiye had his eyes closed.


His eyebrows slightly furrowed, and the eyelids covering his eyes trembled, as if he was trying hard to open his eyes. Even his hands clenched into fists.


One second, two seconds, three seconds…


His body trembled for a long time, and finally unable to bear it, he suddenly relaxed and gasped for breath.


A few drops of sweat slid down Lin Qiye's cheeks, and a hint of anger appeared between his eyebrows.


Just a little…just a little!


Why is it always so close, but still so far?


When will he be able to open his eyes again and see the world for himself?


He said he can see now, but he lied.


His eyes couldn't open at all, not even a slit.


But he didn't lie.


Because even with his eyes closed, he could "see" everything around him clearly.


This feeling was strange, as if he had eyes all over his body, able to perceive everything in all directions without any blind spots. And he could see more clearly and farther than his original eyes.


At first, he couldn't do it. In the five years after he went blind, he was no different from other blind people and could only perceive the world through sound and the blind cane in his hand.


But for some reason, starting five years ago, his eyes seemed to have undergone some changes, and he could start to sense his surroundings.


At first, it was only a few centimeters in front of him, but as time went on, he could "see" farther and clearer. Now, after five years, the range he could "see" had reached ten meters.


If a normal person could only see ten meters, their eyes would be considered useless. But for a young boy who had lost his sight, these ten meters meant everything.


The most important thing was that the ten meters he "saw" ignored obstacles.


In other words, within a radius of ten meters around Lin Qiye, he had an absolute field of vision. To put it crudely, he could see through things. But to put it more elegantly, he could see every speck of dust floating in the air, every component inside a machine, and every small movement of a magician under the table…


And the source of this ability seemed to be the eyes that had been tightly closed under the blindfold for ten years.


Although he had this almost superpower-like ability, Lin Qiye was still not satisfied. It was good to have a ten-meter absolute field of vision, but he wanted to see the world with his own eyes.


This was the persistence of a young boy.


Although he failed to open his eyes today, he could clearly feel…


The moment of truly opening his eyes was not far away.


After washing up, Lin Qiye went to bed as usual, ready to sleep. The years of living as a blind person were not all bad. At least he had developed a good habit of going to bed early.


But as he lay on the bed, subconsciously, an image appeared in his mind.


Under the dark cosmic sky, the silent lunar surface reflected the dim starlight. In the highest and largest crater on the moon, there stood a figure that resembled a sculpture.


That figure stood there quietly, as if it had existed since ancient times. The sacred golden light radiated from it, and its divine might was enough to make all creatures prostrate on the ground.


Behind it, six large wings opened, covering the sunlight that shone from behind, leaving a huge shadow on the silver-gray ground.


But what was truly imprinted in Lin Qiye's mind and couldn't be erased were its eyes.


Those eyes were full of divine might, burning like a furnace, and as dazzling as the sun up close!


He saw those eyes, but in an instant, his world was filled with darkness.


Ten years ago, he spoke the truth, but was diagnosed with mental illness.


But he knew best in his heart what was real and what was delusional.


Since seeing the Seraph on the moon, he knew that this world…was not as simple as it seemed.


Slowly, Lin Qiye fell into a deep sleep.


He didn't know that at the moment he entered the dream, in the dark room, two dazzling golden rays shot out from the slits of his eyes and disappeared in a flash.



Dang, dang, dang…


In the misty world, Lin Qiye walked alone.


The mist around him rolled, seemingly endless. Although he was walking in nothingness, every time Lin Qiye took a step, there was a crisp collision sound, as if there was an invisible ground beneath his feet.


Lin Qiye looked down at his body and sighed.


"It's this dream again…knocking on the door every night, it's tiring, isn't it?" Lin Qiye shook his head helplessly and took a step forward.


In the next moment, the mist around him rolled back, and a strangely styled modern building appeared in front of Lin Qiye.


It was called strange because it was clearly a modern-style building, but in some details, it was filled with a mysterious atmosphere.For instance, the large iron gate engraved with countless deities, the electric lights that burned like fireballs, the floating patterned ceramic tiles underfoot…


It was as if a mix of modern architectural style and elements from ancient mythological temples had been thrown together, creating an indescribable beauty despite its incongruity.


Lin Qiye recognized this kind of architecture, and it looked very familiar to him.


It was extremely similar to the Sunshine Mental Hospital where he had lived for a year. The most compelling evidence was that the place where the words "Sunshine Mental Hospital" used to be, had been replaced with another line of text.


— The Deities' Mental Hospital.


"What a bizarre place." Lin Qiye shook his head, stepped forward, and walked to the front of the large iron gate.


Five years ago, not only his body began to change suddenly, but also his dreams.


For five years, he had the same dream every night, and the protagonist of these dreams was this mysterious Deities' Mental Hospital.


However, the gate of the mental hospital had always been tightly closed, and it was impossible to open it no matter what.


Lin Qiye had circled the mental hospital countless times. There was only one entrance, the large iron gate at the front. Although the surrounding walls were not high, the most outrageous thing was that every time Lin Qiye jumped up, the height of the wall would increase accordingly.


As for brute force… even if Lin Qiye were to break himself apart, the large iron gate wouldn't budge an inch.


It seemed that there was only one way to enter.




Lin Qiye grabbed the ring on the large iron gate, took a deep breath, and heavily slapped it on the surface of the gate.




The sound echoed like an ancient bell ringing through the mental hospital. The iron gate itself shook a bit, but it didn't open.




Another knock, but the gate still didn't open.


Lin Qiye didn't seem surprised or annoyed by this. He continued to knock patiently.


Over the past five years, he had deeply realized the rules of this dream. Apart from knocking, no other means could open the large iron gate. Moreover, in this dream, apart from knocking… it seemed that he couldn't do anything else.


Fortunately, he wouldn't get tired in his dreams, otherwise, he would have been exhausted long ago.


So, Lin Qiye, like a hardworking laborer, diligently knocked on the door all night…

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