Free Web NovelChapter 152: Chapter 152: Jiang Che’s Condition Is Very Unusual!
He looked at Flying Tiger. "As far as I know, there’s another trait to anchoring points—within the region, the scenery will shift according to the consciousness and conceptual influence of the one who placed it."
Just like how every evil spirit’s dungeon has its own unique features, each small zone controlled by an evil spirit manifests distinct characteristics.
When a human implants an anchoring point, the environment will also transform and mutate according to their obsessions.
After hearing this, Flying Tiger immediately took out her phone. Her father was the most powerful figure in the Flying Tiger Organization, perfectly at thirteenth tier.
The anchoring process had already been completed and was now in the phase of reinforcing the anchor.
On her side, she could watch the surveillance over there, and sure enough, just as Jiang Che had said, the region her dad occupied was undergoing a radical transformation.
The original appearance of the city hadn’t changed—there weren’t sinister, eerie landscape shifts like in an evil spirit’s dungeon, nor endless ruins of defeat.
There was only a single alteration—in every person’s overhead space, a blue-black eye appeared, staring relentlessly.
The sky above the area had become dim, and if you looked closely, you’d find countless tiny screens embedded within it—the eye hovering above each person surveilled them all.
Anytime you looked up, you could see countless real-time scenes of people below.
Packed closely together, it looked like endless ants crawling across the sky.
Flying Tiger saw this and felt a cold chill down her back. They’d always worked in live broadcasting; she’d never felt there was an issue with streaming.
But now, gazing up at a sky transformed into a giant monitor, realizing everyone in her father’s city was tracked, every second, with not a shred of privacy—
The overhead display was divided into hundreds of thousands of sub-screens; no one really paid attention to what any individual was doing—even if someone was showering or on the toilet.
In Flying Tiger’s lens, everyone stood fixed in place, an untouchable, unreachable eye suspended above their heads.
They stared at the sky overhead like gazing into a mirror.
The figures in the mirror, too, stared back at them.
"Your dad’s regional feature is too damn creepy—it’s eerier than any dungeon I’ve ever entered." Xiong Jie, despite experience in sss-tier dungeons and facing plenty of horror, thought he’d become numb to weirdness.
But when he saw the region managed by Flying Tiger Dad, he wanted nothing to do with it—not a single step inside.
"Occupational hazard, maybe..." Flying Tiger shut off her phone, but a trace of worry flickered in her eyes.
After the passage between the two worlds opened, it was clear humans had been affected too.
According to what Jiang Che told her, it wasn’t just evil spirits involved—human authorities at the top were actively pushing things forward.
Their aim was to force humanity’s life level to ascend, drive everyone to evolve.
Until everyone, saturated in these energies, began to transform, adapt, grow stronger—the time would come when humanity was no longer as powerless as before.
But now, looking at her father’s region and its changes,
it felt as though "evolution" was amplifying all the evil inside people without end. When that day arrives, will humankind even remain human?
Jiang Che crouched down, placing a hand to the ground.
This was the first time any of them had witnessed the anchoring process firsthand.
A greyish-white aura began to spread outward from Jiang Che as its center.
They were on the main highway, car parked off to the side.
The group glanced behind them at the near edge of the Dark Forest, then watched the grey-white radiance expand outward from Jiang Che’s position.
"Let me contact a construction team—should we build our own city?" Xiong Jie looked out at the endless wilds, inspired by the thought of founding a metropolis.
Normally, constructing a building takes ages.
But given the circumstances, things could move rapidly.
In a mere month, you could work overtime and raise towers on bare earth.
The area Jiang Che chose was nearly devoid of people—the survivors would have to build their own homes to get by.
"I think it’s doable—I have an honest construction crew on my side, so speed won’t be an issue." Flying Tiger raised her hand quickly, eager to contribute her resources.
Such a survivor settlement would draw plenty of people. Even if Jiang Che’s site was right beside the Dark Forest, she knew his strength surpassed even her father’s.
Above all, he had a Lord wife.
She recalled her dad’s territory, remembered the sky mirroring all the surveillance footage, the floating eyes perched above every head—a prickly unease gnawed at her.
As they discussed how to build their city, they realized the environment around them was starting to change too.
The group froze, then instantly grasped what was happening.
The anchoring point in Flying Tiger Dad’s region had altered the area; now Jiang Che’s anchor was about to transform theirs.
A nervous tension took hold—they scanned the sky and their surrounds, uncertain what landscape might materialize.
Jiang Che furrowed his brow. Ever since he began the anchoring, uncontrollable images of the Red Pearl Mental Hospital kept flashing through his mind.
This was the place most deeply ingrained in his consciousness.
High-tier Survivor anchoring points didn’t alter the scenery because, ever since childhood, their cities had always looked like this—all of it fit their cognition.
Every anchor city was only slightly fine-tuned, because their familiarity ran so deep.
It’s simply how they understood the world.
The anchoring only intensified certain subtle elements.
But now, things were different for Jiang Che—his mind kept looping scenes from his early childhood.
Those were days before the uncanny had descended, before the Red Pearl Mental Hospital had so-called safe affluent districts.
Every section was a place for psychiatric patients to roam, activity rooms, body-check zones...
The group watched Jiang Che’s tightly knit brow, and the area around them began to fill with a grey-white mist.
Within the haze, buildings of greyish-white steadily took form.
White walls grew like a maze, shrouding every direction, cold white hospital beds materializing across the space.
Endless mist flooded the whole anchor area; wall after wall rose, starting their formation.
They were trapped in a single room, Jiang Che nearby.
Beside him, cold medical instruments had appeared—some old, clearly models from more than a decade past.
Xiong Jie looked up at the dim ceiling lamp, flickering unevenly on and off.
He walked toward the room’s exit—a narrow corridor with identical rooms lining either side, one after another.
Zhou Ang glanced at Jiang Che, eyes closed and brow furrowed, torn between calling to him and fear of what consequences that might bring.
The area covered by Jiang Che’s anchoring was vast, but it seemed this whole zone was wildly reshaping into the likeness of the Red Pearl Mental Hospital.
Xiong Jie tried going down the corridor, took a turn or two, only to find more identical hallways, the same repeat rooms.
His territory seemed transformed into a gigantic Red Pearl Mental Hospital.
He realized Jiang Che’s state was off, but didn’t dare wake him.
"Master, Jiang Che’s state—it’s not right."
He called anxiously for Ding Ning; this was a situation he couldn’t handle.
