Back in the room, Lin Qiyue closed the door.
He didn't turn on the light.
It was already late at night, and outside the window, faint starlight sprinkled on the ground. In the dark room, Lin Qiyue sat at the desk, slowly removing the black satin from his eyes.
In the mirror on the desk, a handsome young face was reflected.
Lin Qiyue looked very good. If he took off the blindfold and tidied up a bit, coupled with his inexplicable aloof and profound temperament, he would definitely be a handsome guy at the top of the school.
Unfortunately, he always covered his eyes with black satin, and his disabled identity completely concealed his brilliance.
In the mirror, Lin Qiyue had his eyes closed.
His eyebrows slightly furrowed, the eyelids covering his eyes trembled, as if he was trying hard to open his eyes. Even his fists clenched in an effort.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
His body trembled for a long time, finally unable to bear it, suddenly relaxed, panting heavily.
A few drops of sweat ran down Lin Qiyue's cheeks, a hint of anger appearing between his brows.
Just a little... just a little bit more!
Why was it always so close every time?
When could he open his eyes again and see the world for himself?
He claimed he could see now; he lied.
His eyes couldn't open at all, not even a slit.
But he didn't lie.
Because even with his eyes closed, he could clearly "see" everything around him.
It was a strange sensation, as if eyes had grown all over his body, perceiving everything in all directions without any blind spots. Moreover, he could see more clearly and farther than with his original eyes.
At first, he couldn't do it. In the first five years after losing his sight, he was no different from other blind people, relying only on sound and the white cane in his hand to perceive the world.
However, for some reason, starting five years ago, his eyes seemed to undergo some changes, and he could begin to sense his surroundings.
Initially, it was just a few centimeters in front of him. With time, he could "see" farther and clearer. Now, five years later, the range he could "see" had reached ten meters.
For a normal person, ten meters might not be much, but for a young man who had lost his sight, these ten meters meant everything.
The key point was that the ten meters he "saw" were obstacle-free.
In other words, within Lin Qiyue's ten-meter radius, he had an absolute field of vision. Crudely put, he could see through things. On a more sophisticated note, he could see every speck of dust floating in the air, every part inside a machine, every subtle movement of a magician under the table...
And the source of this ability seemed to be the eyes that had been tightly closed beneath the black satin for ten years.
Although he possessed this almost superhuman power, Lin Qiyue was still not satisfied. While having a ten-meter absolute field of vision was good, he wanted to use his own eyes to see the world for himself.
This was the persistence of a young man.
Even though he failed to open his eyes today, he could feel it clearly...
The day when he truly opened his eyes was not far away.
After washing up, Lin Qiyue, as usual, prepared to go to bed early. Living a blind life for so many years had at least instilled in him the habit of early sleep.
But lying on the bed, he subconsciously recalled that scene in his mind.
Under the dark cosmic sky, the silent lunar surface, the grayish-white earth reflecting dim starlight. In the central crater, there stood a figure as if sculpted.
The figure stood there quietly, as if it had existed since ancient times, emitting a sacred golden radiance. The divine aura was enough to make all living beings prostrate.
Behind him, six overly exaggerated wings spread open, blocking the sunlight projecting from behind. A massive shadow was cast on the silver-gray ground.
However, what lingered in Lin Qiyue's mind and couldn't be shaken off were His eyes.
Those eyes, brimming with divinity, burning like a furnace, glaring like the sun at close range!
He saw those eyes, just for a moment, and his world was reduced to darkness.
Ten years ago, he spoke the truth, but was diagnosed as mentally ill.
But he knew best in his heart what was real and what was delusion.
Since seeing the archangel on the moon, he knew that this world... was by no means as simple as it seemed.
Slowly, Lin Qiyue fell into a deep sleep.
He didn't know that at the moment he entered the dream, in the dark room, two dazzling golden rays shot out from the slits of his eyes, fleeting.
...
Drip, drip, drip...
In the misty world, Lin Qiyue walked alone.
The mist around him rolled, seemingly endless. Although he walked in nothingness, every time Lin Qiyue landed, there was a crisp collision sound, as if there was an invisible ground beneath his feet.
Lin Qiyue looked down at his body and sighed.
"It's this dream again... knocking on the door every night, quite tiring, huh?" Lin Qiyue shook his head helplessly and took a step forward.
The next moment, the mist around him rolled, and a strangely styled modern building appeared in front of Lin Qiyue.
It was weird because it was clearly a modern-style building, but in the treatment of certain details, it exuded a mysterious atmosphere.
Such as the large iron gate engraved with countless deities, such as the electric lights that burned like fireballs, such as the hovering carved tiles beneath his feet...
It seemed to mix modern architectural style with elements of ancient mythology, a hodgepodge, yet it had an indescribable sense of beauty.
Lin Qiyue recognized this building, and it looked very familiar.
It was remarkably similar to the Sunshine Mental Hospital where he had lived for a year before. The most convincing evidence was that the words "Sunshine Mental Hospital" that were originally written at the entrance had been replaced by another line of text.
—Asylum of the Gods.
"Such a strange place." Lin Qiyue shook his head, took a step forward, and walked to the front of the large iron gate.
Five years ago, not only did his body suddenly undergo changes, but his dreams also began to change.
For five years, he would have the same dream every night, and the protagonist of these dreams was this mysterious Asylum of the Gods.
However, the gate of this mental hospital has always been tightly closed, and no matter what, it cannot be opened.
Lin Qiyue circled the mental hospital countless times. There was only one entrance, the large iron gate in front, and the most absurd thing was that every time Lin Qiyue jumped, the height of the surrounding walls would also increase.
As for brute force... even if Lin Qiyue shattered himself into pieces, the large iron gate wouldn't budge.
The only way in seemed to be knocking on the door.
Lin Qiyue grabbed the ring on the large iron gate, took a deep breath, and struck the surface of the gate
heavily.
Dang—!
The sound echoed in the mental hospital like the humming of an ancient clock, and the main body of the large iron gate shook slightly but did not open.
Dang—!
Another strike, but the iron gate remained closed.
Lin Qiyue seemed not surprised, nor was he annoyed. Patiently, he continued to knock.
In these five years, he had deeply realized the rules of this dream. Except for knocking on the door, any other means could not open the large iron gate. Moreover, in this dream, apart from knocking on the door... it seemed he couldn't do anything else.
Fortunately, in the dream, he wouldn't get tired; otherwise, his body would have collapsed long ago.
So, Lin Qiyue, like a diligent laborer, diligently knocked on the door for the whole night...