CHAPTER 383: 263 RUNNING IN THE DARK (4K)

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What happened?

Herbert’s heart skipped a beat.

Thump thump!

There was no warning, no sense of foreboding.

In just an instant, Herbert’s vision plunged into pitch-black darkness.

"What the hell is going on?"

A second ago, he was in the Sanctuary, bathed in endless light.

In the next moment, countless darkness engulfed him instantly.

Everything around him sank into endless darkness, his sight completely cut off, like being dropped into a pitch-black box.

No.

It’s not just that.

It wasn’t only the light; at this moment, he couldn’t perceive anything in the outside world.

All connections with the outside world were severed.

Hearing, smell, sight, taste, touch... all gone.

When a person’s five senses are forcibly stripped away, the first reaction is usually panic.

The five senses are crucial for perceiving the outside world, interacting with the surroundings, and verifying one’s existence.

Once stripped away, everything outside becomes unknowable and imperceptible.

Herbert wanted to scream, but when his lips moved, no sound came out.

"..."

It was as if he was cast into an eternally silent space, quietly awaiting an eventual demise.

Just the thought of this made Herbert’s heart race uncontrollably.

Thump thump! Thump thump!

However, at this critical moment, when realizing the situation, Herbert instead calmed down quickly.

He could neither speak nor hear nor see... It seemed he had lost all basic human functions.

But at this moment, the calm Herbert immersed himself in his emotions, quietly asking the presence deep within him.

"Nenasha, are you still there?"

The divine presence did not respond.

No one responded to him within the space of his consciousness.

He was abandoned.

Abandoned by the whole world!

Things seemed to have reached the worst case scenario.

Yet, after receiving no response from Nenasha, Herbert instead let out a big sigh of relief.

Although his senses were forcibly stripped, rendering him in a vegetative state, the situation was already at its worst.

But if things were so bad that even Nenasha was absent, it could only prove one thing...

"This is indeed the Illusion Realm."

Herbert, feeling the darkness encroach him, fully relaxed his body.

Ha!

I thought something really terrible had happened.

Turns out it’s just another game with me!

Herbert didn’t know what purpose Luhier had for doing this, but he knew she was destined to miscalculate.

No matter what Luhier planned, she couldn’t have predicted the presence hidden deep within Herbert.

A presence far stronger than him, yet not attempting to devour him.

Nenasha’s absence proved the darkness before him was merely an illusion targeted at Herbert himself.

No matter how terrifying it seemed, it wasn’t real.

With this in mind, Herbert suddenly realized some of his senses were returning.

He could feel his hands and feet again.

"Hmm? If that’s the case, it means..."

Herbert clenched his fist, gauging his state by the force his palm felt.

There was no weakness; his body’s functions were normal.

He felt his body and found no injuries.

"Heh, if that’s the case."

Since he couldn’t see anything, Herbert simply closed his eyes.

He tightly shut his eyes and started moving forward by feel.

At first, he moved slowly, tentatively.

But soon, he grew more confident, gradually increasing his pace.

From walking to brisk walking, finally breaking into a full run.

Herbert ran with eyes tightly shut, running freely.

Tap.

At some point, he suddenly heard a sound.

Tap, tap, tap...

It was his own footsteps.

But Herbert still didn’t stop, continuing his wild run.

He didn’t know what lay ahead, every step was filled with the unknown and danger, his feet continuously moving forward in the darkness.

Herbert had no idea how long he had been running.

He merely kept count of his steps, eyes closed, focusing entirely on his run.

The thousandth step.

Gradually, Herbert felt as if he had returned to when he was an ordinary person.

The Extraordinary power slowly faded, leaving only a fragile shell supporting him.

No, perhaps even more vulnerable than that.

The two-thousandth step.

The fierce heartbeats echoed in his ear, like war drums cheering him on.

The three-thousandth step.

Sweat soaked his garments, his breathing became urgent and heavy.

The four-thousandth step.

Herbert’s body grew heavier, his legs felt like lead, each step required all his strength.

Thump, thump... thump.

Yet, Herbert never stopped his steps.

The five-thousandth step.

Herbert’s pace slowed down, each step became harder, more painful.

The six-thousandth step.

Nothing happened.

Herbert’s vision seemed to have recovered.

But he didn’t open his eyes, continuing to walk.

His run slowed down to the point it felt more like a staggered walk.

The seven-thousandth step!

Herbert fell for the first time.

He tripped over nothing, simply collapsed from weakness, hitting the ground heavily.

This time, Herbert fell hard, but he merely took a breath before continuing on.

The eight-thousandth step.

Herbert stopped for the first time.

He fell again.

But this time, Herbert didn’t immediately get up, instead choosing to lay there leisurely, savoring this moment of peace.