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But gradually, her appearance was no longer limited to that of the Great Guardian, but various other forms began to emerge.
Before long, her face settled and transformed into a blue-haired boy.
If Spa were here, he would be surprised to find that the features of that face were exactly the same as those of Wach, who made the anti-snow medicine.
"To be honest, the power of these outsiders far exceeds my expectations. Cocolia must be mobilized!"
Wach murmured, bending down and gently tracing the ruins with his fingertips. Ripples appeared on the surface of the waste.
The ripples grew larger and larger, gradually spreading throughout the entire ruins.
The ruins disappeared, and the Goethe Hotel reappeared on the ground.
However, upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the hotel was only a thin layer, which refracted seven colors of light when sunlight shone through it.
It turns out that it was just a projection of memory.
Wach waved his hand gently, and the hotel projection suddenly expanded. In just two or three seconds, he was standing inside the hotel.
Strangely, the interior furnishings of the hotel were quite different from those of the real Goethe Hotel. Although the furnishings were similar, the style was much simpler.
Crunch, crunch, crunch...
With a series of gear noises, a dozen or so wooden puppets emerged from the ground and began to fight each other, clanging and clattering.
Some of them swung axes, some breathed fire, and some brandished baseball bats... It was quite a lively game.
"Ha, so this is the battle those outsiders fought? They really turned the Goethe Hotel into a mess."
Wach's tone was icy, his green eyes flashing.
blah blah blah!
The puppet collapsed with a crash.
Wach shrugged and kicked away the puppet fragment.
"That Spa guy is really ruthless. He actually wiped out the memory of the Goethe Hotel down to just this little bit... I can't even enjoy my puppet show anymore."
Young Wach muttered to himself, flicking his hair with his fingertips, pulling out a cigarette, putting it in his mouth, taking a drag, and then spreading his arms wide.
"Haha! It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter! This Memory Sea has long since become unnecessary."
"After all, I am the memory of this entire planet."
"Unless a star god descends, or an envoy arrives with a massive army, no one can stop me!"
"Yarilo's lifespan is reduced to just twenty-four hours!"
"Hahahaha! Cough!"
Wach choked on the smoke and spat it out.
Thick smoke rose from the ground, and he too turned into a cloud of smoke, disappearing without a trace with a "poof".
……
Meanwhile, Spa and Pera stood side by side, their feet clapping on the floor of the lower level.
Spah looked around, his brow furrowing slightly.
He saw that everything was pitch black.
The rocky road was covered in grime, the surrounding buildings were hung with black coal, and even the air smelled of drainage ditches.
Children ran past on the street.
Their cheeks were covered in black mud, and their skin was dark brown. What was even more alarming was that Spa could see the outline of their ribs through their skin.
It's a completely different world from the upper-level area.
Spall muttered to himself.
If the upper level is an exquisite bonsai, filled with plum blossoms, standing alone amidst the icy blizzard.
That lower level was practically the eighteenth level of hell.
When Pera arrived at the lower level, her face turned ashen, pale and bluish-white, as if she were constipated.
How did the lower districts become such a mess in just a few years?
Was Lady Cocolia's decision really correct?
Pera bit her lip, her head buzzing.
But no matter how hard she thought about it, she couldn't find an answer; only one voice echoed in her mind:
Cocolia is right!
She believes in the King of Amber and will not harm us.
Definitely not!
"My lords, we have arrived at the Goethe Hotel."
Sambo's obsequious voice broke through Pera's thoughts.
Pera saw Sambo rubbing his hands together and walking at the front, with a not-so-tall house in front of him.
Its appearance was no different from the other buildings in the lower area; the white walls had long been stained black by the erosion of time.
The only unique thing about this hotel was the subtle, historical elegance that lingered in the scattered decorations of the rooms. Unfortunately, this elegance had long been hidden and vanished by the filth of the lower levels.
Sambo stretched out his fist and gently knocked on the door of the Goethe Hotel.
Do! Do! Do!
No one answered the door.
Spare was surprised and pricked up his ears, but he could only hear that there was no one in the room, only the cold wind blowing and howling.
"Step aside!"
He didn't want to delay, so he picked up the charging gun and pulled the trigger.
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boom!
The door was broken, and billowing smoke and dust swirled into Spa's nostrils, bringing with it a strange smell of dirt, sawdust, and other odors.
"Strange, where is everyone?"
Sambo muttered to himself.
Spa ignored him, stretched out his palm and pushed Sambo aside, then shifted his gaze to observe the interior furnishings of the hotel.
Compared to the dust outside, the hotel was relatively clean.
A warm orange light hung from a fog light, casting a glow that illuminated the brown registration table, its surface riddled with holes as if ants had gnawed at it.
Life in the lower-class areas must be quite difficult, right?
Spall thought to himself, his feet creaking on the wooden floor as he passed the registration desk and headed deeper into the building.
The hotel lights were off, and Spa didn't turn on his flashlight either. He simply focused the power of his destiny into his pupils and walked forward step by step.
Fortunately, the hotel wasn't large. Spa navigated the congested corridor and soon found the photo.
Like the upper section, the photos are in black and white.
In the scene, people dressed in suits are gathered together, raising their wine glasses and toasting each other.
Strangely, the people in the photo weren't all smiling like those in the upper district; instead, they wore different expressions—some were sad, some were excited… and some were even fighting.
It inexplicably felt human...
It feels like an ordinary black and white photo.
Spall was puzzled. He leaned closer to the photograph, flicked his finger, and gently tapped its frame, but it bounced back with a "clang".
He failed to enter the Ocean of Memories.
Could it be that we've chosen the wrong target?
wrong!
Spa crouched down, half-closing his eyes, and sensed a faint memory surrounding the photograph.
Hmm! I see.
Spare stretched out his fingertips and gently stroked the photograph, muttering to himself:
This photo is indeed the channel to enter the Sea of Memories, but that's in the past.
It's likely that someone tampered with the entire Ocean of Memories and took it away.
So, who could have done it?
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Spah raised his eyebrows and pondered quietly.
Pera stayed beside him, not daring to disturb him, but silently watching Spa's profile, her gaze shifting slightly as it swept over his chiseled face.
feel
The way he thinks about a problem is so reliable!
Pera muttered to herself.
Her previously slightly depressed mood also relaxed a little.
But the next second, Pera's body trembled. She heard footsteps clattering behind her.
"Alas……"
Pera made a strained sound.
She did her best to keep from screaming, and instead, like a rusty doll, turned her head to look at the source of the sound.
A blond figure drifted past.
"Ugh... Eek..."
Pera tried her best to suppress her screams, but her body curled up like a hedgehog, hiding next to Spa.
The two were only inches apart.
Are you afraid of ghosts?
Spah raised the corner of his mouth and asked.
"Not afraid."
Pera shook his head emphatically.
Do do! Do do do do do do...
The footsteps sounded again, this time at a much faster pace than before, like the engine of a race car, getting faster and faster.
"Yeah!"
Pera couldn't take it anymore and screamed, grabbing Spa's waist. Spa turned his head, and the two faced each other.
"..."
The air fell silent.
Spah's nose twitched slightly as he caught a whiff of Pera's delicate fragrance. He could vaguely feel the girl's body heat seeping through her clothes.