Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 936: You Can Have My Body But Not My Heart

Chapter 936: You Can Have My Body But Not My Heart

As soon as Bohemia realized that the s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p had taken off, she immediately pounced on the only piece of furniture in the room. Like a monkey, she agilely leaped from the bed and jumped high into the air.

The small window was completely embedded in the wall, with no point of leverage. She didn’t expect to see anything, but to her surprise, in the blink of an eye, she caught sight of a person on the rocky ground, getting farther and farther away from the s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p.

The person was frantically spinning around, stomping their feet, waving their hands towards the departing s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p, and perhaps shouting at the top of their lungs, although she couldn’t hear anything. The furious wind stirred up the trees, vegetation, and the person, making everything tremble. Despite this, Bohemia instantly recognized who it was—it was that Hu-whatever guy.

He must have been deceived and left behind by someone from the s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p. What a fool!

Now, there was one less hope. Bohemia’s mood worsened. With a thud, she sat on the bed and angrily kicked the headboard twice. Now, in the vast Exodus, there was only Puppeteer left, who was unconscious and useless. As long as he remained in a coma, those puppets were as useless as a piece of toilet paper.

And if her speculation was correct, and the mischievous Chicky brothers were indeed causing trouble behind the scenes, then they would surely dispose of the puppets… She had no idea what would happen to the person lying in the box next.

When the cosmic strings finally resonated with her heartbeat, Bohemia abruptly opened her eyes.

Countless colorful meteors swiftly streaked across the Astral Plane, making this deep blue ethereal s.p.a.ce as busy and brilliant as ever. Looking around, she noticed a ma.s.sive, slowly rotating celestial river in the farthest reaches of her vision. With a sense of direction, Bohemia didn’t hesitate. She turned around and shot straight upward.

She wasn’t a welcome figure in the Astral Plane. Perhaps her way of cultivating consciousness granted her more capital than most people. Her previous behavior here could be described as “overbearing and capricious,” and compared to that, she was downright meek and amiable in the Twelve Worlds.

Without wasting time, the golden-brown star embodying Bohemia traversed a densely starlit area at high speed. She could almost hear the bewildered voices of other stars, but in the blink of an eye, she left them far behind.

It wasn’t until she caught sight of a tall and narrow, crooked building that she suddenly slowed down. When she looked back, several pinpoint-sized stars were rapidly approaching from a great distance. Unsure if they were coming for her, she didn’t dare to take any risks. She quickly turned around and rushed towards the building.

It looked like a hastily a.s.sembled tower made of building blocks, as if someone intentionally jumbled them up. Each floor and piece undulated and fluctuated, high and low, as if a touch of the finger could cause it to collapse completely. A streak of golden-brown light flashed from bottom to top at a high speed, and then disappeared on one of the protruding “building blocks.”

“A rare guest, huh?”

Just as Bohemia landed and returned to her human form, she heard a husky voice she didn’t particularly want to hear. It belonged to a man with long hair dyed a very light platinum color, so thin that the shape of his bones was clearly visible. It took a moment to discern that he was a man because, as usual, he was wearing a women’s camisole, with nude-colored lipstick that matched his hair color. Leaning against the wall, he smiled at her. “Heard you haven’t dared to come to the Astral Plane recently?”

In the winding corridors, shaped like lightning bolts, every sharp corner had a triangular protruding wall. In the Astral Plane, architecture and structural mechanics were equivalent to useless reveries. The appearance of buildings had no correlation with their interiors, completely defying logic.

“If your mom dares to come, then so do I,” Bohemia glanced at the triangular wall against which the man leaned, lifting her chin. “Which world is this?”

The man wasn’t angry either. He slid his pointed deep rose-colored nails over the wall and tilted his head, smiling playfully. “Seems like it’s called Cotton Candy Castle.”

“What kind of low-level weird world has intruded here?” Bohemia glanced at the triangular wall and then turned her head to look at the path she had barged into. Afraid of pursuers behind her, she was about to lift her foot and leave when the man suddenly caught up and stood in front of her.

“Aren’t you going to ask me why I’m standing here?” He continued to smile playfully, his black-coated eyelashes flickering.

“Are you worth my concern?”

“The ‘Gallery of Concrete Realms’ is closed today,” the man gave her a disdainful look. “Don’t make it difficult for me. Please turn around and leave. As a reminder, since we still somewhat know each other, if you turn hostile here, you may invite consequences beyond your imagination.”

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