Doomsday Wonderland

Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 944: Speak It Into Existence

Chapter 944: Speak It Into Existence

“Ah ah ah ah!”

A furious scream echoed in Bohemia’s mind as she abruptly opened her eyes and pounded her fists heavily on the bed frame. She was seething with anger, her skin turning red as she curled up like a shrimp, emitting m.u.f.fled sniffles from beneath the pillow. She smashed the bed frame with consecutive punches, then lifted her head, wiping her face, her eyes glistening with tears.

What’s wrong with wanting to seize a bit of someone else’s Higher Consciousness? Lin Sanjiu could even take her Potential Growth Value!

Bohemia gritted her teeth and stared blankly at the narrow room.

Everything that just happened happened in an instant, and her memories were so jumbled that she had to carefully recall it all. She remembered quietly turning her head and flying back towards the fragmented and s.h.i.+mmering Higher Consciousness fragments in the air… So much Higher Consciousness had been dispersed; it was such a pity. Just as she couldn’t help but reach out her hand towards those fragments, she heard a sharp shout.

“Get lost!”

Only one word, but without a doubt, it was Magus’ voice. Bohemia was startled, and before she could even see where the shout came from, her outstretched hand was already touching the sparkling gravel in the air. However, immediately after, her vision spun, as if she had been forcefully struck by some power. Only Magus’ voice remained vividly imprinted in her mind: “You’ve encountered it, get out quickly!”

Encountered… What?

Like a baseball being hit and sent flying, she rapidly retreated in a straight line. The last image that remained in her sight was her feet, calves, and knees continuously detaching from her body as she retreated, turning into scattered fragments flying into the air.

As Bohemia reached this point, her lips slowly curved, and she silently started sobbing.

She made a quick decision, Magus pulled her back, giving her time to react, and she managed to retreat in time. But even so, her Higher Consciousness form had been shattered. She didn’t need to check, she knew she had suffered severe damage. Would this d.a.m.n world still give her a way to survive? Why did she have to be so unlucky?

And her voice still hadn’t recovered… What if she could never speak again in the future?

Outside the door, there was the sound of something being moved, rustling against the floor.

Bohemia, who had been crying uncontrollably, suddenly stopped her tears and leaped from the bed. She quickly pressed her ear against the door, holding her breath. Through the thick wall, she faintly heard someone saying, “Be careful, don’t b.u.mp into…”

The voice was too low, she couldn’t make out who it was.

Although she still couldn’t produce any sound from her throat, Bohemia immediately found a way to vent her anger. She fiercely slammed the wall with her Higher Consciousness, thudding sounds reverberating through the corridor.

It seems like the people outside were startled by her actions and remained quiet for a few seconds. However, they quickly accelerated their movements. When the neighboring door closed, the string of footsteps also rapidly disappeared.

Come back and let me out, d.a.m.n it!

It’s so frustrating not being able to curse out loud. Bohemia directed her Higher Consciousness towards the gap under the door and relentlessly pounded on it. Angry and anxious, she persisted in smas.h.i.+ng for five minutes until she felt her Higher Consciousness flowing less smoothly. With the absence of her thudding sounds, she soon felt it.

Someone was standing in front of her room door.

Who was it outside?

Bohemia hastily knocked on the door, full of hope.

The Chicky brothers were definitely the culprit, and Hu Gla.s.ses was left behind by the s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p. Now, in all of Exodus, apart from her, there was only Puppeteer. So, it must be Puppeteer who woke up!

As this thought crossed her mind, the door slid open without warning.

Bohemia never imagined that she would be so delighted to see Puppeteer.

The corridor was dimly lit, but no one would mistake that iconic black leather outfit and his pale, bloodless face. Puppeteer lifted his eyes coldly, his gaze as sharp as a knife cutting through.

“I remember you. Where… is this place?” he asked hoa.r.s.ely, one hand resting against the wall, visibly weak from just waking up from a coma.

If Bohemia had a tail, it would have surely wagged like a fan by now. She took two steps back, a mixture of anxiety and excitement, but unfortunately, she couldn’t say a word. She could only gesture continuously. After staring at her for a few seconds, Puppeteer furrowed his brow slowly and asked, “Can’t speak and don’t know how to write?”

Oh, right.

Bohemia quickly took out pen and paper, intending to roughly jot down their current situation. But as she wrote a few lines, Puppeteer glanced at it from a distance and suddenly seemed impatient. He waved his hand, interrupting her, “I don’t care about that. I want to get out.”

That’s a bit difficult unless he can fly. After all, he wasn’t registered in the system and didn’t have control over the s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p. He couldn’t even give commands to Silas, most likely.

Bohemia bit her pen, unsure of how to write down that statement without offending him. But just as she was contemplating, Puppeteer spoke again, “Come out.”

It seemed like he caught a glimpse of her fear, and he nodded slowly, “I can’t contact my puppet. You can’t speak, which suits me… Either you come out obediently, or you come out as my puppet.”

Bohemia immediately threw the paper aside and obediently stood up.

“Support me,” Puppeteer reached out a hand towards her, tightly gripping her arm. Bohemia felt a pang of pain in her arm but held back from making any sound. “Walk, take me out and let me see who imprisoned me.”

As they walked out of the room, Bohemia glanced back at the corridor behind her. On the left side of her cell, deeper into the corridor, was the door to another cell—the one that had made the sound of opening and closing earlier. The door was tightly shut now, silent and still.

She wondered how Puppeteer managed to get out?

Bohemia wanted to ask but couldn’t. She had a stomach full of words she couldn’t speak, so she silently supported Puppeteer and took small steps forward. She had come here using a suspension pod, and now walking back on her own two feet, everything seemed different. The two of them walked in silence for a while and found themselves entering an unfamiliar observation hall.

One entire wall was made of curved transparent gla.s.s—or at least it looked like gla.s.s. The vast blue sky stretched out beyond, and the dense clouds seemed to be nailed to the sky, frozen in motion. Bohemia felt her fear of heights nearly overwhelming her as she supported Puppeteer and slowly approached the gla.s.s wall. She leaned forward and glanced outside. Before she could retract her gaze, she froze.

On the milky-white clouds outside the gla.s.s wall, a black shadow floated in the distance. The undulating clouds distorted the shape of the shadow irregularly, but at this height, only one thing could cast such a huge shadow.

There was another s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p beside Exodus.

Bohemia wanted to tell Puppeteer this, so she hurriedly released his arm and took out her pen. But as she turned her head, she happened to catch Puppeteer’s face.

His eyes rolled, quickly s.h.i.+fting back from the corner of his eyes. It seemed like he didn’t expect her to suddenly turn back.