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The Whispering Verses :- Chapter 5: The Real World

Of course, in the end, Shard did not run. The three-month mission left by Mr. Hamilton clearly indicated that something was amiss. Since Shard had become involved and hadn’t left before Hamilton’s death, he couldn’t leave now either.

However, the investigation of that mission and probing Hamilton’s secrets were matters for the future. The pressing issue now was to secure enough money to survive for a week and then make further plans.

He took the investigation report and map, not forgetting the compass and pocket watch in the drawer of the desk. For safety reasons, although he didn’t find any firearms, the cane could serve as a weapon, and of course, he also brought a fruit knife.

He chose inconspicuous black buttoned overcoats and pants, fitting the fashion for early summer in Tobesque City.

Room No. 1 on the second floor had two bedrooms. Shard found clothes in the other bedroom that fit his current body. Unfortunately, that room, seemingly belonging to the original Shard, had no diary or any clues written by the previous Shard with his poor literacy, which would have made life simpler.

Having prepared everything, the large clock in the corner of the living room was nearing eleven in the morning.

Shard found the keys to the room and the front entrance downstairs in a bowl by the cupboard near the door. He cautiously locked the door, took a deep breath, and plucked a strand of hair from his head. Placing it in the door crack between the door and the floor, he squinted with his left eye, ensuring the hair aligned with the protrusion on the left corner of the bedroom door.

With the stairwell window closed and the first floor sealed, all interior windows were shut, leaving no concern for the hair being moved by wind. When Shard returned, as long as he did not stride too heavily near the door and carefully opened the front entrance, the hair’s position would indicate if anyone had passed or entered the room.

He was about to stand up but glanced at the locked door of Room No. 2 on the second floor. After a moment of thought, he plucked another strand of hair and placed it in the door crack, parallel to the lock.

Hamilton had left too many secrets, so being cautious was always wise.

Descending the spiraling staircase, the quiet space echoed with his footsteps, making Shard inexplicably anxious again.

There was no dust on the stair railing, and the decorative oil paintings on the walls seemed regularly dusted. The closer he got to the downstairs, the faster Shard’s heart beat.

He understood there was no reason to panic, but this was his first true step into this place, his first real entrance into this world.

Standing at the door, he changed into his boots and grabbed the black brimmed hat from the standing coat rack. After quite a while, he gripped the door handle and pushed open the door.

His heartbeat quickened the moment the door opened; the feeling of fully stepping into an unfamiliar environment and accepting the reality of his transmigration was genuinely unsettling.

Crossing the threshold, Shard didn’t immediately look outside but quickly lowered his head and stepped out, then turned to lock the door.

Closing his eyes, he slowly turned to face the street, resting his back against the door and his head against the cold metal doorplate “No. 6.”

“No need to be nervous, just stepping into another world, the likelihood of not returning is high.”

He told himself, struggling to suppress the urge to take deep breaths, and raised his head, opening his eyes, leaning against the door, and looking at everything in front of him—

The air was filled with some smoke, and compared to the morning, the weather was gloomier. But the bustling square was still crowded with people: gentlemen in formal wear with hats, ladies in dresses with powdered faces, porters with wooden crates on their backs, barefoot newsboys shouting loudly, shy flower sellers soliciting customers, hurried passing four-wheeled carriages, plump housewives with lace hats holding paper bags.

The air had a burnt smell, and people of all kinds mingled on the smoky edges of the square streets; the sounds of hawking and arguing almost completely overlapped. On the far side of the square were three-story houses similar to those behind him, densely covered with metal pipes climbing the walls like vines, or spider webs, glistening in the weak midday sunlight.

In the center of the square stood a fountain with a girl lifting a water bottle. The fountain was not running, but the statue had turned somewhat yellow. A patrolling officer wearing a police badge sitting by the fountain curiously looked at Shard. The middle-aged man shot him a questioning look, wondering if he needed help, and Shard hurriedly averted his gaze.

A newspaper boy passed by, the sound of his shoes rubbing against the gravelly ground raising Shard’s hackles; the clanging of the bell on a passing four-wheeled carriage at the door, combined with the inquisitive eyes looking out from the carriage window, made Shard’s heart pump faster.

Feeling the heartbeat, he spread his hands against the door behind him, leaning back instinctively, frightened by the reality in front of him. His blood pressure spiked, and his heartbeat accelerated, and the sudden distant chime of bells felt almost like a bomb exploding in his head, making Shard almost faint.

Such a real, incredible scenario that completely defied the past twenty-odd years of common sense. This was another world; he had truly left his hometown, coming to a completely strange place.

“Do not panic! Do not panic!”

Shard kept repeating to himself, but his body’s instincts could not be suppressed so easily.

“It’s okay, I will get used to all of this, I will integrate here!”

He desperately kept telling himself, but his body still leaned back against the door involuntarily, his back drenched in sweat.

Suddenly, the woman’s whisper echoed again. Though it was also a voice from another world, it seemed to pull Shard back to reality, making him face everything. The whispering voice, like reciting poetry, announced:

[You have gained ‘Enlightenment’.]

His heartbeat slowed due to the voice, and his elevated blood pressure gradually returned to normal due to the whispering, echoing in his mind.

“What Enlightenment?”

It wasn’t that he didn’t hear clearly; he just didn’t understand the meaning of this sentence. [Enlightenment] was also one of the mystical elements vaguely mentioned by the detective before his death, but Shard needed a further explanation. He was now certain that the voice in his mind was definitely not a system; it was most likely part of the mystical system of this world.

[You are me, and I am you. Stranger, you direct the course of fate in front; fate unfolds because of you. I touch the reality of the world behind; you grow stronger because of me. Even though you are full of doubts, we are one and the same; we have no distinction.]

The woman’s voice answered in a roundabout way, but Shard wasn’t angry. Instead, he felt somewhat happy.

His guess was correct. In this world’s mystic system, the voice in his mind probably represented contact and use of the mystical elements. This world’s worldview seemed somewhat akin to Cthulhu and agnosticism, where the supernatural and mystical held power, and their mere existence could affect the mundane, thus necessitating another power to help mortals interact with bizarre and dangerous things.

“You are me, and I am you. Though you say that, you are absolutely unlike any ordinary scenario.”

He wanted to confirm his thoughts with the whispering voice in his mind, but all he received was the woman’s chuckle.

No matter what, he had at least touched upon the mystical elements of this world. Though he still understood nothing, he at least stood here with his own goal.

The previous panic gradually subsided, feeling slightly more connected to this smoke-wreathed steam era. The sensation of being grounded made Shard calmer; he told himself to gradually accept everything rather than panic uselessly:

“Earn a commission fee, investigate Hamilton’s story, gather the four elements, study the voice in my head, and move forward without panic.”

Repeating this in his mind, he finally pushed himself away from the door. Abandoning the idea of going back to change clothes, Shard carefully, very carefully, walked down the three steps at the door and stood on the street at the edge of the square. He opened his eyes wide among the crowd, looking up at this world, letting the world reflect in his eyes:

“No matter what, move forward.”

He told himself, pausing for a moment, then according to his plan in the house, he stepped along the circular ring road around the square toward the street entrance on the other side to leave the square.

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The Whispering Verses

The Whispering Verses

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Arriving in a new world where the steam industry is thriving, you inherit a three-story apartment in the kingdom's capital square. Accompanied by someone else's cat and listening to the whispers in your ear, you witness this strange and mysterious era. The epic of the Sixth Age is about to begin. Behind the curtains, the chosen ones will step into legend. Old gods, relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient mysteries, the radiance of epochs... "Do you want to play a round of Lord Cards?" Time engraves the years, and the silver moon illuminates the shadows. I write legends for you, and you whisper verses for me.



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