Chapter 192: Von shizaros
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Chapter 192 Von shizaros
As he stepped inside, he was surprised to see something really astonishing—something he had never expected to find.
Kan, filled with curiosity, questioned, "What the heck is this?"
"How is this even possible?" he wondered aloud. He took another step into the room to observe what really happened.
Before him was an empty room; the once full shelves were now bare. The large bookshelf stood tall without a single book on it.
Kan stood puzzled and perplexed. "How is that even possible?" he asked.
He took a few steps into the room and walked to the shelves, gently touching the spots where the books were supposed to be. Kan examined each shelf, hoping to find a leftover book, but there was none.
"Who could have possibly done this?" Kan asked curiously.
"Or have Mum and Dad possibly found out that I've seen this and decided to change its location?" he wondered.
He looked up and down, left and right, searching for any clues.
After some tiring moments, he decided to walk out of the room. As he was leaving, he stepped on a piece of wood on the ground that made a gentle sound.
Kan looked down and was surprised to see the wood lying bare. He picked it up, turning it on both sides, but there was nothing on it.
Not satisfied, Kan felt it might be a clue leading him to what happened to the books in the secret room. He walked out of the room, holding the wood firmly in his hands.
Closing the door to the secret room, Kan hung the picture back to its original position.
After walking out, Kan carried his snacks on the plate and headed back to his room.
Seated on his bed, he decided to eat.
The first spoonful of the snack was a bit spicy, but manageable. He took the wood he found in the secret room, examining it as he ate. Turning it to different angles, he found nothing discernible.
As he took the second spoon, the spiciness increased, causing him to cough. Trying to cover his mouth with the hand holding the wood, some saliva inadvertently touched the wood.
After he stopped coughing, he moved his hand away from his mouth to resume eating. As he prepared for another spoon, he noticed a sudden change in the wood he was holding.
The once empty wood started emitting a gentle blue light. Kan quickly turned the wood to see where the light was coming from. nOVe-Lb-1n
Upon turning it, he saw some form of writing on the wood, although too small to read easily.
Narrowing his eyes, he focused and managed to read it, "only, only, the band, no, the blind can see!"
Puzzled, Kan repeated the phrase, "only the blind can see? It doesn't even make any sense."
He read it once more and noticed a change in the writing.
"Only the deep, no, deaf can heal, hear," he deciphered.
Attempting to raise his hand, he realized his movements were sluggish, slower than ever, making even the simplest actions challenging.
As he attempted to move forward, his steps were met with an unexpected resistance, as if the very air itself was pushing against him but there was no air to begin with.
With each sluggish step, he grumbled in frustration, the effort to propel himself forward proving to be more challenging than any physical task he had faced before.
The dark void seemed to conspire against his movements, resisting his every attempt to traverse its obscure terrain.
Complaints escaped his lips, a litany of frustration echoing into the emptiness. "Why is this so difficult?" he muttered, his voice sounding muted and lost in the vast nothingness.
His complaints became a desperate plea for ease as he yearned to break free from the constraints of this peculiar, unyielding darkness.
Despite his efforts, Kan's progress was agonizingly slow. His limbs felt heavy, as if weighed down by an unseen force.
The void offered no clues, no landmarks to guide him, only an oppressive darkness that seemed to mock his attempts to navigate through its mysterious depths.
As he continued to grapple with the challenging environment, his complaints grew with time, as if seeking acknowledgment from an indifferent void.
The struggle to move forward became a metaphorical battle against an intangible force, leaving Kan caught in a disorienting dance between frustration and the relentless grip of the void.
"Fuck!!" he shouted, but it seemed as though his expletive echoed in isolation within the strange void.
"Hela? Hela?" he attempted to reach out, yet there was no response.
"Where am I?" he complained, his struggle to walk becoming increasingly taxing after just three steps.
Beads of sweat formed on his furrowed brow, and oddly, instead of dripping to the ground, the sweat defied gravity, ascending and dissipating into the void.
As Kan continued his arduous journey, an unfamiliar voice echoed the recurring phrase he had heard since entering this perplexing realm, "Von Shizaros!"
At the utterance of those words, a single brick moved independently in the air. Intrigued, Kan halted, taking a moment to observe the brick as it floated freely.
Suddenly, another brick materialized, seamlessly joining the first to create a single step.
In a rapid succession, numerous bricks manifested and fused together, forming a multitude of steps.
"Is this the House of Steps?" Kan pondered with curiosity.
The individual steps began converging, organizing themselves into a chain akin to the House of Steps, albeit with a distinctive difference. Instead of the usual random movements, these steps remained stationary.
Kan examined the interior of the room or space he found himself in. Deciding to venture further, he took a step forward, discovering that walking was surprisingly easier than before.
As he explored, he found the space to be devoid of any structures or signs of life. Approaching one of the stationary stairs, he gently touched it.
Unlike the disappearing structures he had encountered earlier, this one remained unmoved.
Instead, a familiar voice echoed the enigmatic phrase, "Von Shizaros!" The voice sounded closer and clearer than before.
Turning around to locate the source, Kan found the place still empty. Determined to investigate further, he took another step, contemplating his surroundings when suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder from behind.
"Von Shizaros!"
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Chapter 192 Von shizaros
As he stepped inside, he was surprised to see something really astonishing—something he had never expected to find.
Kan, filled with curiosity, questioned, "What the heck is this?"
"How is this even possible?" he wondered aloud. He took another step into the room to observe what really happened.
Before him was an empty room; the once full shelves were now bare. The large bookshelf stood tall without a single book on it.
Kan stood puzzled and perplexed. "How is that even possible?" he asked.
He took a few steps into the room and walked to the shelves, gently touching the spots where the books were supposed to be. Kan examined each shelf, hoping to find a leftover book, but there was none.
"Who could have possibly done this?" Kan asked curiously.
"Or have Mum and Dad possibly found out that I've seen this and decided to change its location?" he wondered.
He looked up and down, left and right, searching for any clues.
After some tiring moments, he decided to walk out of the room. As he was leaving, he stepped on a piece of wood on the ground that made a gentle sound.
Kan looked down and was surprised to see the wood lying bare. He picked it up, turning it on both sides, but there was nothing on it.
Not satisfied, Kan felt it might be a clue leading him to what happened to the books in the secret room. He walked out of the room, holding the wood firmly in his hands.
Closing the door to the secret room, Kan hung the picture back to its original position.
After walking out, Kan carried his snacks on the plate and headed back to his room.
Seated on his bed, he decided to eat.
The first spoonful of the snack was a bit spicy, but manageable. He took the wood he found in the secret room, examining it as he ate. Turning it to different angles, he found nothing discernible.
As he took the second spoon, the spiciness increased, causing him to cough. Trying to cover his mouth with the hand holding the wood, some saliva inadvertently touched the wood.
After he stopped coughing, he moved his hand away from his mouth to resume eating. As he prepared for another spoon, he noticed a sudden change in the wood he was holding.
The once empty wood started emitting a gentle blue light. Kan quickly turned the wood to see where the light was coming from. nOVe-Lb-1n
Upon turning it, he saw some form of writing on the wood, although too small to read easily.
Narrowing his eyes, he focused and managed to read it, "only, only, the band, no, the blind can see!"
Puzzled, Kan repeated the phrase, "only the blind can see? It doesn't even make any sense."
He read it once more and noticed a change in the writing.
"Only the deep, no, deaf can heal, hear," he deciphered.
Attempting to raise his hand, he realized his movements were sluggish, slower than ever, making even the simplest actions challenging.
As he attempted to move forward, his steps were met with an unexpected resistance, as if the very air itself was pushing against him but there was no air to begin with.
With each sluggish step, he grumbled in frustration, the effort to propel himself forward proving to be more challenging than any physical task he had faced before.
The dark void seemed to conspire against his movements, resisting his every attempt to traverse its obscure terrain.
Complaints escaped his lips, a litany of frustration echoing into the emptiness. "Why is this so difficult?" he muttered, his voice sounding muted and lost in the vast nothingness.
His complaints became a desperate plea for ease as he yearned to break free from the constraints of this peculiar, unyielding darkness.
Despite his efforts, Kan's progress was agonizingly slow. His limbs felt heavy, as if weighed down by an unseen force.
The void offered no clues, no landmarks to guide him, only an oppressive darkness that seemed to mock his attempts to navigate through its mysterious depths.
As he continued to grapple with the challenging environment, his complaints grew with time, as if seeking acknowledgment from an indifferent void.
The struggle to move forward became a metaphorical battle against an intangible force, leaving Kan caught in a disorienting dance between frustration and the relentless grip of the void.
"Fuck!!" he shouted, but it seemed as though his expletive echoed in isolation within the strange void.
"Hela? Hela?" he attempted to reach out, yet there was no response.
"Where am I?" he complained, his struggle to walk becoming increasingly taxing after just three steps.
Beads of sweat formed on his furrowed brow, and oddly, instead of dripping to the ground, the sweat defied gravity, ascending and dissipating into the void.
As Kan continued his arduous journey, an unfamiliar voice echoed the recurring phrase he had heard since entering this perplexing realm, "Von Shizaros!"
At the utterance of those words, a single brick moved independently in the air. Intrigued, Kan halted, taking a moment to observe the brick as it floated freely.
Suddenly, another brick materialized, seamlessly joining the first to create a single step.
In a rapid succession, numerous bricks manifested and fused together, forming a multitude of steps.
"Is this the House of Steps?" Kan pondered with curiosity.
The individual steps began converging, organizing themselves into a chain akin to the House of Steps, albeit with a distinctive difference. Instead of the usual random movements, these steps remained stationary.
Kan examined the interior of the room or space he found himself in. Deciding to venture further, he took a step forward, discovering that walking was surprisingly easier than before.
As he explored, he found the space to be devoid of any structures or signs of life. Approaching one of the stationary stairs, he gently touched it.
Unlike the disappearing structures he had encountered earlier, this one remained unmoved.
Instead, a familiar voice echoed the enigmatic phrase, "Von Shizaros!" The voice sounded closer and clearer than before.
Turning around to locate the source, Kan found the place still empty. Determined to investigate further, he took another step, contemplating his surroundings when suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder from behind.
"Von Shizaros!"
Chapter 192 Von shizaros As he stepped inside, he was surprised to see something really astonishingsomething he had never expected to find. Kan, filled with curiosity, questioned, "What the heck is this?" "How is this even possible?" he wondered aloud. He took another step into the room to observe what really happened. Before him was an empty room; the once full shelves were now bare. The large bookshelf stood tall without a single book on it. Kan stood puzzled and perplexed. "How is that even possible?" he asked. He took a few steps into the room and walked to the shelves, gently touching the spots where the books were supposed to be. Kan examined each shelf, hoping to find a leftover book, but there was none. "Who could have possibly done this?" Kan asked curiously. "Or have Mum and Dad possibly found out that I've seen this and decided to change its location?" he wondered. He looked up and down, left and right, searching for any clues. After some tiring moments, he decided to walk out of the room. As he was leaving, he stepped on a piece of wood on the ground that made a gentle sound. Kan looked down and was surprised to see the wood lying bare. He picked it up, turning it on both sides, but there was nothing on it. Not satisfied, Kan felt it might be a clue leading him to what happened to the books in the secret room. He walked out of the room, holding the wood firmly in his hands. Closing the door to the secret room, Kan hung the picture back to its original position. After walking out, Kan carried his snacks on the plate and headed back to his room. Seated on his bed, he decided to eat. The first spoonful of the snack was a bit spicy, but manageable. He took the wood he found in the secret room, examining it as he ate. Turning it to different angles, he found nothing discernible. As he took the second spoon, the spiciness increased, causing him to cough. Trying to cover his mouth with the hand holding the wood, some saliva inadvertently touched the wood. After he stopped coughing, he moved his hand away from his mouth to resume eating. As he prepared for another spoon, he noticed a sudden change in the wood he was holding. The once empty wood started emitting a gentle blue light. Kan quickly turned the wood to see where the light was coming from. nOVe-Lb-1nUpon turning it, he saw some form of writing on the wood, although too small to read easily. Narrowing his eyes, he focused and managed to read it, "only, only, the band, no, the blind can see!" Puzzled, Kan repeated the phrase, "only the blind can see? It doesn't even make any sense." He read it once more and noticed a change in the writing. "Only the deep, no, deaf can heal, hear," he deciphered. Attempting to raise his hand, he realized his movements were sluggish, slower than ever, making even the simplest actions challenging. As he attempted to move forward, his steps were met with an unexpected resistance, as if the very air itself was pushing against him but there was no air to begin with. With each sluggish step, he grumbled in frustration, the effort to propel himself forward proving to be more challenging than any physical task he had faced before. The dark void seemed to conspire against his movements, resisting his every attempt to traverse its obscure terrain. Complaints escaped his lips, a litany of frustration echoing into the emptiness. "Why is this so difficult?" he muttered, his voice sounding muted and lost in the vast nothingness. His complaints became a desperate plea for ease as he yearned to break free from the constraints of this peculiar, unyielding darkness. Despite his efforts, Kan's progress was agonizingly slow. His limbs felt heavy, as if weighed down by an unseen force. The void offered no clues, no landmarks to guide him, only an oppressive darkness that seemed to mock his attempts to navigate through its mysterious depths. As he continued to grapple with the challenging environment, his complaints grew with time, as if seeking acknowledgment from an indifferent void. The struggle to move forward became a metaphorical battle against an intangible force, leaving Kan caught in a disorienting dance between frustration and the relentless grip of the void. "Fuck!!" he shouted, but it seemed as though his expletive echoed in isolation within the strange void. "Hela? Hela?" he attempted to reach out, yet there was no response. "Where am I?" he complained, his struggle to walk becoming increasingly taxing after just three steps. Beads of sweat formed on his furrowed brow, and oddly, instead of dripping to the ground, the sweat defied gravity, ascending and dissipating into the void. As Kan continued his arduous journey, an unfamiliar voice echoed the recurring phrase he had heard since entering this perplexing realm, "Von Shizaros!" At the utterance of those words, a single brick moved independently in the air. Intrigued, Kan halted, taking a moment to observe the brick as it floated freely. Suddenly, another brick materialized, seamlessly joining the first to create a single step. In a rapid succession, numerous bricks manifested and fused together, forming a multitude of steps. "Is this the House of Steps?" Kan pondered with curiosity. The individual steps began converging, organizing themselves into a chain akin to the House of Steps, albeit with a distinctive difference. Instead of the usual random movements, these steps remained stationary. Kan examined the interior of the room or space he found himself in. Deciding to venture further, he took a step forward, discovering that walking was surprisingly easier than before. As he explored, he found the space to be devoid of any structures or signs of life. Approaching one of the stationary stairs, he gently touched it. Unlike the disappearing structures he had encountered earlier, this one remained unmoved. Instead, a familiar voice echoed the enigmatic phrase, "Von Shizaros!" The voice sounded closer and clearer than before. Turning around to locate the source, Kan found the place still empty. Determined to investigate further, he took another step, contemplating his surroundings when suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder from behind. "Von Shizaros!"
