Chapter 2994: Avoid His Reflection Person
The hyperdimensional space power did not break the boundary between the two spaces as he had expected. His hand passed through the floor without any obstruction, and at the same time, his shadow also extended a hand like him, but the two hands did not touch each other, as if there was a transitional space between the two spaces. His hand and the reflection person's hand simultaneously entered this buffer zone...
A falling sensation suddenly struck. Xu Huo steadied himself, and then his entire body fell into the underground reflection space. It was still the same dining room, but the original space on the ceiling had not disappeared, and he could still see Xiao Yang and the others.
Ms. Yao had already vanished. The other reflection people, including Wang Chengren, had all retreated back into the reflection world. Xiao Yang and the others were lying on the floor, shouting something at him with panicked expressions.
Xu Huo turned his head to look at the dim passageway connecting to other rooms that had appeared at the back of the dining room. He gestured for Xiao Yang and the others to be careful, then stepped forward and walked over.
Unlike the manor he had seen before, the newly appeared passageway seemed to be inlaid with multiple layers of mirrors on all sides—front, back, left, and right. As soon as he stepped inside, his own reflections surrounded him from every direction. Every time he turned, his field of vision would shift accordingly. Among these reflections, there always seemed to be one or two that could not keep up with the rhythm, turning with a stutter, or blinking or raising a hand unexpectedly.
Using spiritual power to imitate a real person's appearance and create a fake that could kill... In theory, pure energy does not possess the ability to think. Therefore, everything produced in spiritual-type instances is often a projection of multiple people's thoughts. If this instance worked the same way, then the strength of the reflection people should, to some extent, be linked to the consciousness of the real person.
Xu Huo stopped at the end of the corridor, looked at the multiple versions of himself ahead, and once again reached out his hand.
The wall, which had several layers of reflection worlds, rippled as if a real passageway had appeared, pulling him in along with it.
His figure penetrated deeper and deeper into the reflection world, layer by layer, until it finally disappeared into the gray darkness of the deepest space.
Only a few seconds after he vanished, the corridor returned to its original appearance. At that moment, Sutton and four other ticket players walked in.
"We clearly sensed an energy fluctuation here just now." The number of ticket players had increased again. For safety's sake, after they had gathered, they did not separate again.
The clearance task was to kill the reflections. According to the instance level, it was highly likely that they had to kill their own reflections. Therefore, they had completely ignored the reflections of the ordinary people during the gathering. Instead, they waited until the reflection people in the dining room had all dispersed before continuing their search in the manor.
The instruments they carried could detect energy fluctuations in the manor. When reflection people appeared, this energy fluctuation would occur. But after chasing it multiple times, all they saw were vague and ambiguous shadows.
"Bang!" Another player punched a transparent vase to pieces, looking at the shards on the floor. "Where the hell are we supposed to find the shadows? Are those reflection people playing hide-and-seek with us?"
Sutton's expression was grim. "Four people have died so far. One is the Wang family's chef—his chest was ripped open, and his internal organs were laid out on the dining table. One is the gardener—he fell underground and had his hands and feet severed. The other two are of unknown identity, but their skin color and features are different from the other two."
"Although they all fell into the reflection world, their methods of death are very different. This is most likely related to their life experiences."
"The chef handled ingredients, the gardener trimmed plants, the other two... although I don't know who they were, one of them was skinned. Nine times out of ten, he was a restorer hired by the manor."
"The way reflection people kill real people is related to the real person's experiences. It's hard to say it's not a spiritual projection of the person themselves."
"The longer the time, the more the reflection people will conform to the image we have in our minds. They might even become more like ourselves than we are."
"What do you mean?" another female player asked. "More like us than we are?"
"I've also done a few spiritual-type instances. This type of instance is basically the nemesis of people who love to fantasize. Human imagination is limitless, and so is the potential of the instance. Since the reflection people appear in our image, to some extent, they will definitely be very close to the real us."
Sutton scanned the group. "People all have social attributes. The appearance we show is not our truest self. The reflection people will definitely amplify certain aspects of our characteristics. That's why they look so different from real people—because they are us, stripped of human morality."
"From now on, try not to imagine what the reflection people look like. Don't recall your past either. See things as they are. And above all, don't fantasize about what powers the reflection people might possess."
Controlling one's hands and feet was easy, but controlling one's mind was extremely difficult. As long as a person is alive, they will think. Sometimes, thoughts arise from instinct, not from conscious pursuit.
"This is way too difficult." The buzz-cut man who had smashed the vase earlier said, "How are we supposed to clear the instance without using our brains?"
"This is how spiritual-type instances are. This instance doesn't even have a time limit, so it's probably going to be a long haul." Sutton thought for a moment, then took out his communicator and pulled up a video he had recorded earlier in the dining room. He didn't play the whole thing, just captured a single frame and zoomed in on Xu Huo's image. "This person is an extremely powerful mental evolvers. His reflection person will probably be the hardest to deal with. I encountered it once before. Although we didn't fight head-on, his reflection person was clearly different from the other reflection people that have appeared."
"You don't need to dwell on exactly how strong he is, and don't even imagine it. If you run into this person, just avoid him as much as possible."
The female player frowned. "Excessive imagination increases the difficulty of spiritual-type instances. Mental super evolvers are the best at using spiritual power. If the reflection people can imitate other reflection people, wouldn't the difficulty of the entire instance increase because of him?"
"We don't need to worry about that for now," Sutton said. "The imitation of reflection people is currently one-on-one. Since reflection people are projections of our spirit, their upper limit of strength is largely influenced by us. It's impossible for every reflection person to become a super evolver..."
Before he could finish his sentence, his gaze suddenly sharpened as he looked at the decorative panel in the dining room. The panel, made of square reflective mirrors, showed two figures shaking, as if they were pulling at each other. Then, one figure rolled out.
The painting woman, carrying her small bag, landed on the floor with a thud. She had been pushed out by her reflection person. The reflection person, who looked exactly like her, shoved her out and then ran away through the back door of the reflection world's dining room without even looking back.
The painting woman got up and slapped the decorative panel a few times. After confirming that she couldn't get back in, she turned around in disappointment. Seeing Sutton and the others, she immediately raised her communicator. "Have any of you seen this person?"
On the communicator's screen was a photo of Xu Huo.