Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 810 - 695: Nesting Dolls

After realizing something was wrong, Kaka immediately leapt into Aiven's shadow. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Swish——!

Wearing a black wizard's robe and a golden mask, Aiven's feet crackled with electricity, and with a step, he chased after the vibrant red figure.

However, after running just a few steps in a gray, misty fog, he couldn't help but slow down.

Because right in front of him, at the end of the crooked, weed-covered narrow path in the forest, emerged not one figure but two.

A small figure in a red hooded cloak walked briskly ahead, while a lone wolf, its shoulder height nearly that of an adult and covered in gray-black fur, silently followed behind. Judging by its size, it was clearly a powerful demonized creature.

The lone wolf's pair of eerie green eyes stared fiercely at the silhouette ahead, its long wolfish muzzle split open, and thick drool dripped down its sharp white fangs drop by drop.

A low growling sound emanated from its throat, a signal that it was about to attack.

"Hungry! Eat!"

At the same time, the [Ocean Treasure: Language Universal Mask] had translated the lone wolf's intention, also indicating that the area beneath their feet was still in the Broken Star Islands, rather than any other land.

Suddenly.

As if it could no longer suppress its desire to fill its stomach, the lone wolf stretched its long, powerful limbs, swept like a gale, rapidly closing the distance with the petite red figure.

Its mouth opened wide, seemingly capable of swallowing that tiny person whole.

Aiven, who initially wanted to observe further due to the unclear situation, had to act immediately. Compared to a wolf that ate humans, his stance naturally leaned towards the fellow human.

Quickly raising his left hand, on his ring finger was a ring made using solid [Creator's Blood].

After completing the test, it had been processed by the jewelry master Olivia. Like a delicate golden vine wrapped around the finger, intricate leaves encircled a perfect ruby, resembling a mature fruit growing on a golden vine.

Its ability was amplified to the maximum by a series of "Gem School" rune techniques.

Bang——

With a stretch of his finger, the huge lone wolf leaping in mid-air had no resistance under the red magic spiritual light and turned into a stag. Subsequently, as if unable to adapt to its new body, it plummeted from mid-air.

"Ow...ah..."

In a cry that was uncertain whether it was a whimper or the mournful call of a deer, this creature, mentally a wolf but physically now a stag, no longer cared about the tasty little snack in front of it. Struggling with its four hooves, it stumbled awkwardly into the nearby forest.

Unfortunately, it didn't realize that this [Transformation Technique] differed from regular [Malicious Transformation Technique]; its origin in genetic technology meant the species change was...permanent!

The petite red-clad figure ahead seemed to notice the commotion behind and slowly turned to look at Aiven, who had nearly reached her.

In Aiven's perception, although appearing here was somewhat peculiar, she had body warmth, breath, and a heartbeat—just an ordinary little human girl.

And quite a lovely little girl at that.

She wore a red puffed skirt, had golden hair braided into two pigtails, red lips, large deep blue eyes, and skin as white as fine porcelain, which made her seem very likable.

In her arms, she held an oval-shaped doll that somewhat resembled her appearance, like a young lady walking in her garden.

"Hello, little girl, may I ask..."

Aiven, fully alert, raised his hand to greet her.

Yet, he saw the little girl tilt her head and smile sweetly at him, and the oval doll she held suddenly split open at the waist, with another slightly smaller doll jumping out, landing on the path between them.

Thud!

It turned out to be a set of nesting dolls.

Only the slightly smaller doll's face was subtly different from the outer one; its brows slightly furrowed as if in a somewhat bad mood.

But before Aiven could figure out what was happening, he suddenly realized the nesting doll and cute little girl before him vanished into thin air like steam.

And his surroundings quietly changed from a gray, misty forest to a dusty wooden house living room.

Nimaster-style wooden floors, tables and chairs, broken windows, a wooden staircase leading to the second floor...it looked like it had been abandoned for a long time.

Aiven's raised hand froze in the air for a long time, finally moving only his lips:

"Damn it, eerie!"

Buzz——

[Low-pressure Pulse] swept out; the house was empty, and the surrounding forest remained gray and misty, with no peculiarities found for the time being.

At this moment, he finally had the opportunity to take out his [Ocean Treasure: Ancient Scroll], but he merely glanced at it, and his expression changed again.

His current location was no longer the place originally agreed upon with the witches; instead, he had ventured deeper into the interior of the Broken Star Islands by dozens of nautical miles, to another medium-sized island.

Including the island beneath his feet, the surrounding dozens of islands, which were originally yellow or even blue, had all turned orange, with several even becoming blood-red in color.

Aiven had possessed the [Ancient Scroll] for a long time and had long discovered that the color changes within it were quite normal.

The environment in some places might indeed be harsh, but the most dangerous are those strange things that can move on the islands.

Just like animals occupying their territories, although the overall change is slow, the danger level of certain islands might undergo significant alterations over time.

However, this is the first time that there has been a situation where a large number of these eerie entities have disappeared, only to reappear in the blink of an eye.

Woo woo woo...

Aiven's ears twitched, and originally in the [Low-pressure Pulse] detection, there was no anomaly, yet suddenly a sound came from a room on the second floor.

The Great Wizard's mighty mental force field swept out, easily imprinting the scene from the room on the second floor into his mind.

On the white bed sheet stained with black and red filth, a boy wearing ragged sleepwear remained motionless, yet suddenly turned his head around 180 degrees, pale and bluish skin with cloudy whites in his eyes.

It seemed as if he was tied by an invisible string at his waist, his upper body slowly leaning backward, then bracing his limbs against the ground, his body arched into a bridge, and his bulging belly faced upward like a giant spider jumping off the bed.

Bang!

The tight door was smashed to pieces directly and swiftly climbed towards Aiven along the stairs. Then, amidst the bright white electric light filling the entire room, it slowly evaporated into black smoke and vanished.

Looking at the old wooden shack crumbling along with the boy, Aiven, surrounded by electric light, remained expressionless:

"Although still in the 'Broken Star Islands', this is the 'Dark Side of the World'! It belongs to... the realm of Evil Spirits!"

In reality, Aiven had already submitted part of the nautical charts given to the witches to the "Turin Grand Library" in exchange for various information obtained from the wizards' previous expeditions to the "Broken Star Islands".

What exactly lies in the depth of "Broken Star Islands," perhaps no one can say for sure, but the intelligence accumulated and compiled from the perimeter should still be reliable.

Due to the rules differing greatly from those of the outside world, the most dangerous entities on the periphery of the "Broken Star Islands" are two kinds.

On the surface of the Material World, it is bizarre and fantastic like a Fairy Tale World, dazzlingly beautiful and abundant in resources, with even sightings of fruit trees bearing gold coins and rivers flowing with milk, but in reality, it is a dark fairy tale filled with malice towards the outside.

And the Dark Side of the World, is the realm of Evil Spirits. Aside from the gloomy environment, it seemingly bears little difference from the outside world, with even human figures seen within the islands.

However, while they appear normal, have flesh and blood, need to eat, sleep, and work, they are unaware that they are already dead.

For in this unique region, there is no faith, no Death God, and no Nether River flowing here.

Humans, other intelligent creatures, and animals, after death, mostly do not have the fortune of the New Continent inhabitants; instead, they fall into the Dark Side of the World dominated by Evil Spirits and become inevitable food for the Evil Spirits.

Here, matter and Spirit intertwine, with reality and illusion both present, almost overlapping with the Material World, its eerie nature can rival that of the Spirit Realm.

Of course, Evil Spirits prefer the fresh flesh and soul and would not stay obediently within the 'Dark Side of the World' but often venture out actively to hunt.

Additionally.

Under normal circumstances, Evil Spirits, as the pinnacle of the evil spirit body sequence, although powerful, must kill according to established rules. If the wrong choices are not made, even an ordinary person incapable of binding a chicken may survive before them.

But not in the 'Broken Star Islands'; many Evil Spirits have overcome the established rules derived from the very meaning of their existence, or rather, the rules restricting them have greatly diminished.

In comparison, it is as though previously only humans who personally skinned a beaver would be chased by Evil Spirits, now even those who harmed a beaver, or merely glanced at it from afar, would be killed.

The restrictions on Evil Spirits are greatly reduced.

"Is this a large-scale Dark Side riot covering dozens of islands? But... how coincidental, during a large-scale human exploration? Strange!"

Gently tapping his forehead with his finger, preparing to attempt to contact the witches, but unsurprisingly, the [Mind Network] had temporarily failed.

Whoosh!

At this moment, Aiven turned abruptly, the gust of wind he brought scattered the remaining debris of the crumbled wooden house.

In the middle of the clearing, the nesting doll with raised brows appeared once again, under Aiven's gaze, the waist split open again, jumping out a slightly smaller girl nesting doll.

Still very pretty in appearance, but her expression was obviously more fierce.

Then.

Aiven watched as the ancient and dim stone castle slowly emerged in front of him, his eyes gradually transformed into gold-red dragon-like pupils, with tiny bright embers slowly flowing out:

"Huh, nesting dolls? Is this never going to end?"