Stronger with Crimson Modifier

Chapter 394: Chapter 342: A God Manifests in the World [1]

Zhang Lin’s voice trailed off.

Inside the sealed room, the air seemed to freeze, falling into a deathly silence.

Li Feng gripped his phone tightly, his face flushed red. His knuckles, wrapped around the phone, were strained, the pressure turning his fingertips white.

He was obviously furious.

However, just as he took a couple of breaths, preparing to curse back...

In that instant.

A headache, sharp as a piercing awl, slammed into him. The pain was so intense it twisted his features, and an involuntary groan escaped his lips.

"Fengzi... you... what’s..."

Through the phone, Zhang Lin seemed to sense something was wrong with Li Feng and asked anxiously.

But his voice was choppy and full of static, as if suffering from interference.

Then, the phone screen flickered a few times before abruptly going black. The battery was completely dead.

But at that moment, Li Feng had no time to worry about that.

Just now, Zhang Lin’s words had been like a key, flipping a switch deep inside his mind.

In an instant, the memories he had deliberately buried deep within came rushing forth like a bursting flood.

He remembered. He remembered everything.

Zhang Lin wasn’t wrong. He hadn’t been cursing him.

He was stating a fact.

His adoptive parents were indeed dead. Just two days ago, an accidental explosion had occurred at the factory where they worked, and they had died in it. By the time the fire was extinguished, their bodies were burned beyond recognition.

It had been a gloomy day, with a light drizzle falling from the sky.

When he received the call, he had frozen on the spot, feeling as if his entire world was collapsing.

Since then, he had been trapped in a mire of grief, unable to pull himself out.

As for school, he had taken a leave of absence.

That was why his classmates had given him such strange looks when he went in that morning. freeweɓnovel.cøm

"I..."

However, before grief could even set in, Li Feng suddenly thought of the mother he had just seen. If she was already dead, then what was that thing he had just been talking to?

’It’s clearly been making breakfast for me these past few mornings...’

At this thought.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

He wanted to go out and check, but he found his legs were too weak to stand.

’No, don’t scare yourself. Maybe I’m just hallucinating from all the grief.’

Li Feng took two deep breaths, preparing to get up and check on the situation.

However.

Just then.

The sounds from the kitchen had ceased at some point.

Then, a set of footsteps rapidly approached.

KNOCK KNOCK...

A series of knocks echoed, followed by his mother’s voice.

"Xiaofeng, open the door and come out. It’s time to eat!"

The voice rang out. The tone was familiar—it was still his mother’s voice.

But perhaps because his memory had returned and he was now biased...

He realized that although the voice sounded very similar, it wasn’t hers. It belonged to a stranger.

In that instant.

A chilling sensation rose in his heart.

At that moment, it was as if every blood vessel in his body had frozen solid with shards of ice.

It left his body rigid on the spot.

’A Nightmare event! I’m in a Nightmare event!’

Li Feng’s mind was in turmoil.

He immediately understood what was happening.

Listening to the voice calling from outside, he didn’t dare to speak, terrified of making even the slightest sound.

Right now, he was thankful for his habit of locking his bedroom door from the inside.

Although he had no idea if it would do any good, it at least gave him some small sense of security.

Just then, the person outside seemed to notice something was wrong.

The knocking stopped.

The surroundings fell into a deathly silence, as if muffled by a giant, invisible hand.

This stillness was like a heavy lead plate, pressing down until it was hard to breathe, suffused with an indescribable, unnatural eeriness.

Moreover, it was evening—a time when the city should have been at its most boisterous with rush hour commuters.

Normally, the mischievous child upstairs would be running around barefoot, excitedly pattering across the floor.

The THUMP-THUMP-THUMP of their footsteps was like a dense drumbeat.

And outside, the streets and alleys would be filled with all sorts of noise: car horns, pedestrians chatting, shops blasting promotions...

Even with the windows tightly shut, these sounds would still seep in like an unstoppable wind, agitating him to the point where he often couldn’t even focus on his studies.

But now, all those sounds had vanished without a trace, as if someone had suddenly hit the mute button.

It felt as if the only sound left in the entire world was his own breathing.

There was one more thing: the view outside the window was darkening at an extremely rapid pace.

The lights weren’t on inside, and in that same instant, the room grew dim, as if it had been swallowed by darkness.

This situation lasted for a few seconds.

CLICK!

An abrupt sound suddenly rang out.

It was particularly jarring in the silent environment.

The door, which had been tightly shut and locked from the inside, slowly creaked open a crack.

Then, the door was pushed open.

A blank, expressionless face slowly extended into the room.

Like a cold-blooded snake, its neck was long and twisted, its body still outside the door.

But its neck stretched inward like a phantom, slowly sweeping around the room.

"Xiaofeng, where are you? Come out and eat!"

The voice came from its mouth, the tone flat and without any inflection, as if it were mechanically repeating a set line. Yet, it carried a bone-deep eeriness.

Inside the wardrobe, Li Feng clamped a hand over his mouth, not daring to even breathe.

His body trembled slightly from extreme fear. Through a crack in the wardrobe door, his terrified eyes were fixed on the scene, his heart feeling like it was about to leap out of his throat.