Global Fog Survival

Chapter 144: The Hand Reaching In Through The Window

As everyone was passing on information, Colin suddenly felt a profound exhaustion and emptiness envelop him. An indescribable sensation… Weakness, frailty, fatigue… with no chance for rest.

He sat on the bed, his eyelids struggling for a moment before he lost all strength and collapsed onto the mattress. In an instant, he nearly lost all rationality. Lying on the bed, his face slightly contorted, his expression revealed an inexpressible weariness. There was no pain, only an overwhelming fatigue…

It stemmed from his soul, from his psyche…

So tired…

So uncomfortable…

Colin’s body twitched from time to time. He never imagined that exhaustion could torment a person’s mind so severely; it even exceeded ordinary pain. It felt as if he’d been on a non-stop mission for an entire year, with all the weariness exploding at once, every muscle fiber worn down, engraved into his bones and soul, making it hard to cope.

In the room, only the occasional sound of breathing proved that he was still alive. Meanwhile, outside, almost at the moment Colin sank into a “withered” state, the glowing “sun” high in the vaulted ceiling suddenly appeared to shatter like a broken mirror, revealing countless cracks and dropping numerous shimmering fragments.

Then the light began to fade rapidly. As the cracks multiplied, the “sun” that illuminated the entire island continued to disintegrate, and all the debris dissolved like snowflakes before it even hit the ground. In an extremely short time after the cracks appeared, the light vanished completely.

The entire island world was once again plunged into darkness, and a mysterious gray mist covered everything, returning the world to silence and tranquility. At the same time, in the tranquil third-tier territory, only Colin’s figure occasionally twisted on the bed. Aside from him, there was no one else here.

On a table not far from his bed stood a lantern. No matter how Colin writhed on the bed, the light of the lantern, filled with filthy blood, remained calm, quietly burning.

However, at that moment… The still candlelight suddenly flickered. It seemed as if something abnormal had occurred. The partially open bedroom door led into a hall, and while there were no windows in Colin’s bedroom, there were in the hall.

At the moment the candlelight flickered, a small area outside the glass window began to churn with gray fog, as if something was gathering. When the mist thickened to a certain extent, a face suddenly appeared and pressed against the glass window.

The face had hollow eye sockets but seemed to possess a gaze that stretched out from those hollowed eyes, looking through the partially opened door towards the bedroom, towards the figure deeply immersed in exhaustion.

The face was extremely blurry and pale, barely recognizable as human, pressed tightly against the windowsill, creating an eerie impression.

Outside the window, although it was a three-story height, there should be nothing but gray mist, yet a face appeared, defying logic… No, not just a face; shortly after it appeared, a pair of pale and blurry hands appeared on the glass, pressing tightly below the face.

This scene resembled someone peering inside from outside the window. If Li Hang and the others were present, they would definitely notice this was the strange “gaze” they felt the previous night.

But soon, it seemed that the entity was not satisfied with merely peering inside; it wanted to go further. In the next moment, the entire window trembled, making intolerable cracking sounds.

But paradoxically, despite this, the fragile glass showed no signs of breaking.

Before long, with a loud crack, the bolt securing the window twisted slightly. The window opened a crack, allowing a chilling breeze to flow into the territory, but all sounds fell silent the moment the gap appeared.

This crack was not large, merely the thickness of a fingernail, but it seemed sufficient for the bizarre entity.

Some unique aura began to seep in; these transparent entities twisted the light as they gradually poured into the room, stretching toward Colin. They passed through the hall, seeping through the partially open door, inching closer. The light of the lantern flickered wildly…

But at this moment, Colin was entirely unable to react or notice anything. In his “withered” state, he was completely shrouded in extreme fatigue, losing all responses to the outside world, with his body existing in a condition driven only by physiological instinct.

His mind was weak to a state nearing emptiness. At this point, he had no defenses left, not even better off than an infant…

Just then, the cold aura surged into the room, but… it seemed to bypass Colin on the bed and stretched toward the lantern. Carrying an unsettling, chilling presence, as it drew nearer to the lantern, it increasingly revealed the shape of a hand.

Or rather… it was just the shape of a hand.

A pale arm extending from the window, nearly ten meters long, continuously attempted to approach the lantern, as if wanting to snuff it out…

At this moment, the hand finally touched the table a few minutes later. It rested on the table that Colin had found in the Suffering Church, trying to drag it back to facilitate closer contact with the lantern. But at that moment…

For reasons unknown, this elongated, pale, cold, and seemingly transparent hand suddenly released its grip, quickly retracting. It was like a startled bird, frightened and withdrawing at incredible speed, disappearing from the room.

With a loud bang, the window was suddenly shut. It had completely left this place.

And just then, Colin, who had been making low sounds on the bed, suddenly relaxed his expression.

The intense physiological fatigue received some form of special restoration. Deep within Colin’s consciousness, that hollow soul gradually recovered, re-emerging. His awareness broke free from the extreme fatigue; although he still felt especially drowsy, had reached a state where he could think normally.

Then, he immediately “looked” at the thing that had suddenly appeared in his mind.

It was a writhing mass of deep red information. Colin was no stranger to this deep red; it was the “rare foul blood” from lord-level aberrations, this high-grade blood enveloping a mass that seemed to carry some form of living “data stream.”

From this information mass, a special force characteristic continuously radiated out, which was precisely the power relieving Colin of that intense fatigue. This power was also somewhat familiar to Colin.

Recovery card…

He did not attempt to “wake up” because that would subject him to the dual torment of physiological and psychological fatigue. After briefly sensing his body internally and externally, confirming there seemed to be no significant issues at present, he shifted all his attention to the “data mass” wrapped in blood.

Colin gazed at this entity that had suddenly visited his mental world. He vaguely sensed its intent; in the depths of his mind, he emitted a hoarse and weak “voice.”

“System.”