Chapter 2663 Re-Entering the Lingbo (Limbo)

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"vomit--"

The stomach pouch is twitching.

The gastric juice welling up in the throat has an unspeakable sour smell, lingering in the mouth and nose. The filth fell down in a patter, splashing and echoing in this extremely empty cave, and slowly spread on the ground that had accumulated dust for thousands of years.

In fact, there is nothing to vomit at all, but I still feel sick, and I just can't stop...

"Cough cough cough, vomit—"

"Pooh."

Forcibly pressing down the throat that was still about to move, and casually spitting out the remaining saliva and acid in his mouth, Maca took two steps to the side, and then slowly slid his body to the ground with his back against a boulder.

He wiped his mouth vigorously, turned his head and let out a "pooh" before exhaling a long breath.

"It turns out that when the pain reaches a certain level, it will really... cause physiological vomiting... I really learned a lot."

The severe pain didn't seem to subside in the slightest, and the vomiting just now intensified the pain. This made Maca completely unable to speak to himself, so he could only simply think about it in his mind like this.

The surrounding environment is a bit dark, just slightly better than the previous castle. He placed the glass bottle containing the condensed sand on a stone not far away, where the faint light reaches, that is the range of vision at this moment.

Other than that, it was pitch black, and there was an indescribable sense of loneliness in this place.

Fortunately, Maca seems to have gradually gotten used to loneliness.

"Well."

A short rest didn't make Maca feel better, and after a while, another strong feeling of nausea suddenly emerged, with an irresistible momentum.

He hastily turned around to support the ground, and then...

"vomit--"

It seems that there is absolutely nothing to spit out, which is good.

"At least it will save some dirty clothes."

Thinking of this, suddenly the depths of his soul trembled violently, Maka only felt his eyes go dark, and finally passed out like this.

...

wake up.

Go to sleep and wake up.

Wake up, sleep, and wake up again.

We seem to be repeating this process all the time, throughout our lives. It will not discriminate, nor will it be controversial. Whether it is rich or poor, healthy or sick, it will not change much.

Until we fall asleep for the last time in our lives, and then...

Between the slowly opened eyelids, it is gradually filled with misty white;

In the ear... No, maybe the external perception including the spiritual level is the same. Maca felt that he seemed to "hear" something-it was some kind of noisy living corpse whimpering, but it didn't seem to exist.

"Ok?"

He was lying face down in a slightly awkward position. When I fainted in the cave before, if I fell to the ground like that, it must have been like this... and it is still the same now.

He paused, then supported his body with his hands and climbed up.

There is still a piece of white around, hazy white, as if there is a mist surging gently and slowly, flowing irregularly.

He knew that he should know this place.

"It's much more comfortable here than it used to be."

Maca took a deep breath, and squinted his eyes to feel his body and soul—obviously, he here has no body, but only a soul.

Wouldn't it be much more comfortable without the physical pain and nausea? Even the tugging and shock that originated from the depths of the soul seemed to be far away from him.

Depressed and relieved, the faint voice next to his ear occupied most of Maca's attention. He "listened" carefully, and found that the sound did exist, and...it seemed to have a source.

"It seems to be behind..."

He muttered, then turned around and walked in a certain direction.

As Maca's pace gradually increased, there seemed to be a change in the surrounding white mist. The color of the mist turned gray slightly, and it was still empty, but the atmosphere gradually became depressing, as if he had returned to the previous cave again.

But if you want to say, the change in the invisible "ground" under your feet is actually the biggest. With each step of Maca, it became more and more concrete. It was a dry, hard, dusty flat floor, with large blocks of floor tiles interlaced and stretched all around.

Finally, when the fog in front of him also flowed and faded along with his progress, a towering and huge black stone tablet suddenly appeared in front of Maca, as if the sun had been seen through the clouds.

Very familiar monument! It couldn't be more familiar.

Isn't this the embodiment of the arrogant rules, the ancient stone tablet named "Bewitching"?

Because the size of this stele is really too huge, and it is usually placed either in this cave or in that cave, even Maca rarely has the opportunity to look at it with his own eyes without any hindrance.

Now it seems that it is really big!

Maca raised her neck, looked at the top of the shaking stone tablet, and sighed in her heart.

"Is this the truth that 'alternatives' have to face?"

Suddenly, a voice seemed to sound from Maca's side without any warning, and then it echoed leisurely in the faint gray inlaid with a piece of black.

But Maca didn't seem to be surprised or surprised by the arrival of this voice. Hearing this sentence, he immediately nodded slightly.

"Not quite, but... that's roughly what it is," he said. "Professor Dumbledore."

Having said that, Maca withdrew his gaze and turned around, looking at the old man who suddenly appeared beside him.

Long silver-white hair and beard, sharp blue eyes behind half-moon glasses, and a slightly long and slightly curved nose...

Nothing had changed, just as he remembered it.

"It seems that if it wasn't me who carried on the so-called 'candidate' task, but you, the professor back then, maybe things wouldn't be as messy as they are now, would they?"

"No, it won't." Dumbledore shook his head, still looking at the stele, "On this road, no one can replace you—I can't, and neither can Royna Ravenclaw .Because it didn't choose you, but you chose it..."

Having said that, Dumbledore turned to look at Maca, smiled and said, "It's like me back then, even if I do it again, the result is the same...Speaking of which, where is this place?"

"here?"

Maca glanced at the huge black monument again.

"This stele should be in the cave where I was before, but... I don't think this is still that place." As he said this, his eyes moved down slightly, and he looked near the base of the stele. "After all, I don't have such a thing in my place!"