Demon Hunter and His Cabin-Chapter 148 - : Wooden House?!

Chapter 148: Chapter 148: Wooden House?!

In Roger’s consciousness, the cabin model emitted a faint light, and the notice board provided a prompt.

“Discoverable assimilable dwelling, proceed with assimilation?”

“What’s going on?”

Roger was slightly startled. Could a house that only existed in dreams also be assimilated by the Hunter’s Cabin?

“Wait a minute!”

A flash of spiritual light crossed his mind, and Roger suddenly realized something.

Could this place not be a dream, but reality?

“But how is that possible?”

He had only slept, and when he woke up, the streets and houses around him had not changed, only there were no people.

Then there was the strange fog.

Upon opening the door again, both the house and the streets had undergone drastic changes.

If someone told Roger what he was seeing was the actual reality, he definitely wouldn’t believe it.

Yet the prompt from the Hunter’s Cabin made him hesitant again.

He suddenly remembered what Henrik had once said in the bar.

“Could this be the true nature of the world?”

“But how was I brought here?”

Roger suddenly realized another possibility.

“If this is reality, an unknown reality that exists in Different Space, then it’s not just me, Henrik and Hathaway should also be here!”

“Maybe Ingmar is here too!”

“No, I must find them quickly!”

Although the cabin in front of him could be assimilated into the Hunter’s Cabin, Roger didn’t plan to do so just yet.

Although the assimilated Hunter’s Cabin could be relocated, many situations were still unknown at the moment, and he didn’t plan to try it lightly without a clear understanding of this place.

However, this didn’t mean Roger was out of options.

The cryptic changes in the environment and the descriptions he read in Veronica’s diary made him subconsciously treat this place as a dream.

But if this was a strange reality, the new cabin could be assimilated here, and correspondingly, the Graveyard Cabin that had reached its level cap should definitely be able to perform a Temporary Migration here as well.

Thinking it, he did it.

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Roger focused his attention and accessed the Graveyard Cabin within his consciousness.

“Temporary Migration!”

He issued the command in his mind, a glimmer of light flashed, and while the house in front of him seemed not to have greatly changed, in Roger’s view, the previously dilapidated house had new alterations.

Graveyard Cabin: Temporary Migration status.

A countdown also appeared below.

The house in a Temporary Migration status cannot be frequently changed; it is necessary to wait for the cooldown period to end before a new migration can be carried out.

And the same house cannot undergo Temporary Migration consecutively.

The functionality of the Graveyard Cabin is compromised due to unknown surrounding environment, but the currently accessible features include the study, wooden bed, Penetration, and the Storage Box!

Storage Box!

Great, this was the feature Roger had hoped for the most.

Initially, he didn’t feel the Storage Box was all that convenient, but in this bizarre environment, being able to access partial functions of the Storage Box through Temporary Migration was immensely useful.

This meant that Roger could open the Storage Box and take out things he had placed inside.

For instance, food and water!

With these two essentials, his ability to survive in this odd environment would greatly improve.

Roger quickly went to the room, and he soon found a box at the former location of the kitchen. Opening the box, the things he had put inside appeared before his eyes.

He took out a chicken hamburger. The tenderness of the chicken and the sour sweetness of the salad stimulated his taste buds. Roger devoured the food, gobbling down 8 hamburgers in one go!

“Delicious!”

Under such circumstances, having something to eat was a stroke of luck, let alone a burger.

Next, Roger took a backpack out of the Storage Box and stuffed it with compressed biscuits and water.

Regardless, he had to try to find Henrik and Hathaway, as neither of them had any supplies and wouldn’t last long in this environment.

And who knew when that strange fog would descend again.

Feeling much better with a full stomach, Roger checked and replenished his Potions, slung the backpack over his shoulder, and, armed with his weapon, left the house.

He explored forward in the direction he had chosen.

The cobblestone path was lined with old-fashioned street lamps. Roger wasn’t very familiar with the environment here, but judging by the decorations, it had to be at least from the ’50s or ’60s.

The whole street was eerily quiet, with no wind, no dust, and no sight of any small animals or plants.

The entire city seemed dead!

The doors of the houses on both sides of the street were tightly shut. Roger tried to push one open, but it seemed like the houses were protected by an invisible Energy, similar to his special room.

It was as if these buildings were in a Different Space; Roger could look, but couldn’t touch them.

At first, he didn’t feel much, but after walking on the street for a while, Roger noticed that the architectural styles of the buildings were extremely similar. Many houses looked as if they were cast from the same mold.

This was just him walking down one street. If he had taken a few turns, he might have lost his way by now.

After another unsuccessful attempt to enter a house, Roger shook his head. Just as he was about to continue walking, something caught the corner of his eye.

At the end of his line of sight, behind him, a corner had appeared!

“What’s going on?”

He was sure he had been walking in a straight line!

The street was wide open, with no obstructions, and during this time, he hadn’t managed to enter any of the houses.

But when did a corner appear on the road behind him!

He ran quickly to the corner and looked up. Houses were densely packed together—a sight completely different from where he had just walked through.

“When did this happen?”

“Was my perception Bewitched, or do the houses here move on their own?”

Just then, he noticed a faint mist appearing in the air, seemingly out of nowhere, and it was slowly thickening at a rate visible to the naked eye.

“Here it comes again.”

Along with the appearance of the mist, there were bound to be monsters!

Having experienced the fog before, Roger had learned something about the peculiarities of this strange place.

When there was no fog, the environment was relatively safe, but the surrounding terrain was misleading, causing people to lose their way unconsciously.

And when the fog rose, it was unknown if the environment would change, but monsters would certainly appear.

Roger had not planned on venturing too far, just turning around the nearby streets. Unexpectedly, even on a straight road, he somehow ended up in a different area without realizing it.

Now, with the fog growing thicker, he had to rush back to his Cabin as fast as possible because it was the only house he could enter on his journey so far.

For most people, returning to the starting point in such a maze-like environment would be extremely difficult.

But as long as Roger concentrated, the direction of the Hunter’s Cabin appeared clearly in his perception.

Knowing the right direction, the only issue left was time.

He was about to leap onto the roof of a nearby house, thinking that walking in a straight line on the rooftop would be the fastest way since there were problems on the ground.

But the next moment, a repelling force hit him, and Roger was flung back with the same speed at which he had approached.

Not only could he not open the doors of the houses around him, but the walls, fences, everything his eyes saw seemed to be a barrier.

There was simply nowhere to exert force.

The buildings he saw seemed to exist in a different dimension from him.

As the fog grew denser, shadows began to emerge around him.

It was then that a voice suddenly came from afar.