Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
"A painting, huh..."
Bai Zhi glanced at the "window", then at the handrails along the stairway, which was illuminated by light that seemed to come from said "window".
Not only that, when he extended his hand into the path of the beam, he could even feel the gentle warmth of sunlight on it.
"It's not that the window is painted, but this whole place is being transformed into a painting..." Bai Zhi's mind whirled with a million ideas. "Or could it be that we're inside a painting?"
Turning to Temperance, he said, "Anyway, you can come down now..."
His voice trailed off as he began to notice something odd.
Before him was the raven-haired young woman, who had placed her hand on the windowsill while she looked out the window supported by a stool beneath her feet...
At least, that's what he saw if he looked directly ahead. As soon as he shifted to one side and looked again, the three-dimensional scene was revealed to be a flat image. From her head to toe, the girl and even the stool she was standing on had been turned into a trompe l'oeil* that stretched from the wall to the floor.
"I only turned away for a few seconds... Well, supposing that the 'painting' is a medium, then touching the 'frame' must be the most direct interface..."
Bai Zhi sighed and quickly retreated to the upper steps, but not all the way—enough to put some distance between himself and the bizarre mural, while still keeping it in sight.
"Heh... You see! A Player's level doesn't always reflect their abilities. Experience earned by picking off a couple of neutral creeps isn't any real experience at all, the poor devil."
Bai Zhi, who had basically figured out the key to the bizarre stairwell, smirked as he gazed at the painting of Temperance Gentleheart on the wall.
"During the Newbie Run, you were running headlong into one pitfall after another, and now you're still touching things willy-nilly even though they're clearly suspicious... I, Bai Zhi, hereby recognize you as the champion of asking for it, I'll give you that much."
Shaking his head
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*French for 'deceive the eye'. An artistic term for the highly realistic optical illusion of three-dimensional space and objects on a flat surface.
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