Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 147 - Strange Changes

Chapter 147: Chapter 147 Strange Changes

“What is that thing?”

Roger’s complexion changed drastically, his chest heaving with agitation. Although the thing hadn’t hit him directly, the sheer force of the air pressure had sent him flying.

Without any hesitation, Roger turned and ran in the direction he had come from.

Unknown danger was looming behind him, but even so, Roger didn’t go at full speed; the mist had become even thicker, nearly obscuring his surroundings.

He advanced cautiously with his sword, fearful of some unknown monster lunging out from the fog.

Those few dozen meters passed by as he trembled with fear.

The visibility was so low that he almost missed Veronica’s villa right in front of him.

Although unclear about what would happen if he died in this dream, Roger was certainly not keen to find out the easy way.

Once inside, he closed the door firmly and then quickly checked the other rooms, securing all doors and windows. Roger then made his way to a room on the third floor.

He pushed aside the curtains and leaned against the wall, peering carefully outside.

The mist roiled, and heavy footsteps approached closer and closer.

Bang, bang, bang!

The thick mist churned like clouds, something within seemed to be stirring it.

The fog was too dense outside the window; even from this proximity, Roger couldn’t make out anything. As the footsteps gradually receded, his tense heart began to relax.

“What on earth was that thing?”

Since coming to this world, Roger had encountered some Transcendent Beings, but none gave him such a profound sense of oppression like the thing just now.

He hadn’t even caught a glimpse of the creature’s appearance, but judging by its voice and the area of the mist disturbed as it moved, it was definitely huge!

“Could it be that the dream magnified the fears in my heart?”

Roger was at a loss for the time being.

He had never been through such an event before. Wandering around the house for a bit, a sudden pang of hunger shot through his stomach.

“Is this dream too real, that I can feel pain, hunger, and fatigue?”

He turned on the tap, but not a single drop of water came out. The kitchen’s refrigerator was empty, and although the cellar was lined with many bottles, not a drop of liquid was in them.

Without food or water, even a Demon Hunter couldn’t last very long.

“The first Demon Hunter to starve to death in a dream?”

Right now, Roger was like when he had been trapped on a deserted island, only back then he still had hope. But now, with being unable to find a way out and unknown dangers lurking in the mist, his situation was dire.

He wouldn’t last more than a couple of days under the pressure of lacking supplies.

One might survive a few more days without food, but without water…

Roger was becoming anxious.

“Sigh…”

He slowly relaxed himself, sitting on the living room mat, and gathered his spiritual power to begin meditation.

After some time, his emotions stabilized, and his spiritual power became highly focused, entering a profound state of meditation.

It was hard to tell how much time had passed, but when Roger came back to his senses, the hunger in his stomach had intensified.

If worse came to worst, he would have to go out and drag back the creature he had killed earlier.

It was a revolting thought, but for survival, he couldn’t be choosy.

Outside was still an expanse of white. There seemed to be no change between day and night here, but gradually, Roger began to notice a pattern.

The fog outside the window slowly receded. Only with the fog gone could he leave this place and explore the surroundings.

Time passed, and by Roger’s estimate, roughly equivalent to a night’s time, the mist outside had completely dissipated.

He grasped his weapon and pushed open the door.

But the moment he opened the door, the scene before Roger’s eyes made him involuntarily widen them in disbelief.

The familiar garden and asphalt road had disappeared; instead, he faced a street paved with bluestone, smoothly laid and gleaming.

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Row upon row of villas had been replaced by standalone houses in a retro style, and the sky remained overcast with no sun in sight. As he looked around, everything was completely unfamiliar.

“What’s going on?”

Roger cautiously walked onto the street.

Looking in the direction he had been heading, naturally, there was no longer any corpse—only houses after houses, with wooden doors that had wind chimes hanging, which tingled crisply in the breeze.

“This dream is just too eerie.”

“Now that the mist has cleared, I must speed up my exploration; otherwise, if the mist descends again and stays for a few more days, even without fighting, hunger alone would kill me!”

Looking at the unfamiliar streets, his previous familiarity with the Rose Street villas was of no use here, but that wasn’t a reason to sit around and wait for death. Roger looked up but didn’t see any notable buildings.

After hesitating briefly, he chose to go straight ahead. Just as he turned around, intending to memorize the surrounding environment, his face once again revealed an expression of shock.

The three-story villa behind him had turned into two, and the wooden house looked somewhat dilapidated. Through the open door, he could see the old furnishings inside.

“When did it change?”

“Is there something around me?”

A chill crept up Roger’s spine, and he drew his Steel Sword. His memory could not have been wrong—he remembered the room had retained its previous appearance before he stepped out.

Squeak!

The wooden door made a screeching friction sound as Roger, holding his weapon, stepped into the room again.

This house wasn’t simply reduced by one floor; from inside out, it was completely transformed into a different place.

The wooden floor was somewhat worn, and the room was filled with the smell of mildew. By a window in the living room on the first floor, there was a rocking chair that moved gently as the outside air flowed in.

Derelict, silent.

Apart from the simplistic furniture, it was like an ordinary old house.

He inspected each room one by one until he came in front of a door on the second floor and slowly halted his steps.

Beneath the crack of the door, a faint light flickered.

“Is there someone inside?”

He took a deep breath, rushed forward, and kicked at the door!

Bang!

A strong recoil followed. The seemingly frail wooden door was actually harder than metal, and Roger, caught off guard and putting too much force into the kick, felt his foot go numb as he was bounced back!

After hitting the wall behind him, he steadied himself.

“This is too bizarre.”

With that kick, Roger felt as if he hadn’t even made contact with the door before being repelled by some strange force.

Standing in front of the door once more, he brought his Steel Sword down from above in a chop.

Swish!

The sword met with a thick resistance, and in the next second, a terrible force rebounded back, splitting the base of his palm, and causing him to lose grip on his weapon!

“No use; there seems to be a strange energy protecting this place.”

“If I don’t find a way to counter it, brute force definitely won’t break it open.”

Having wasted too much time, Roger picked up his weapon and quickly descended to the ground floor, walking out the door. Fortunately, the outside streets had not changed again.

But just as he was about to leave with his sword in hand, he suddenly noticed something strange!