Dimensional Hotel-Chapter 228: We Can Make This Even Bigger

A thunderous rumble comes from the front. The giant silver-white Demon Fox charges toward them. Foxy flings aside every Evil Wolf blocking her way, wagging her many tails with delight. “Benefactor! Am I awesome or what?!”

Yu Sheng is briefly at a loss. Then he chuckles and reaches up to pat under Foxy’s chin. “Yes, yes, absolutely awesome!”

Beaming with joy, Foxy bounds off again, pouncing on a new Giant Wolf that suddenly appears—nearly as huge as she is.

But just then, a wave of anxiety and pressure floods Yu Sheng’s heart. He snaps his head up to stare above the rift. Something vast, covered with countless eyes, looms there, almost tall enough to pierce the sky. It emerges at the top of the tear, like a majestic watcher sweeping across the dusk-lit heavens.

Wherever that looming shadow casts its gaze, the Fox Fire burning through the Forest is snuffed out in a blink. The path Foxy created seals itself shut. Dead Evil Wolves revive on the spot.

Wolf Granny appears, too—several of them, tall and eerie, coming from deep within the wolves’ ranks.

Almost instantly, Yu Sheng senses how Little Red Riding Hood’s summoned wolves begin to shrink back. And with the Fox Fire receding, gaps form in the once-stable line of defense.

In Irene’s arms, the Squirrel lets out a shrill cry.

“Anka Aila is here!!”

Little Red Riding Hood rides up on a wolf, positioning herself behind Yu Sheng. She fights to quell her dread of Wolf Granny, then lifts her gaze to the shadow above. Her voice trembles. “Wh-what is that?!”

“You can see it?” Yu Sheng asks, startled. But he recovers quickly, speaking in a low tone. “That is Anka Aila…or at least part of it.”

He pauses, taking a careful breath. His expression grows tense. “Just as I expected. The moment we got close to that rift, this thing decided to act in person.”

Before he can say more, the surrounding wolves launch a fresh assault. In the sky, the enormous shadow seems to “awaken” from a half-dreaming state and begins descending. The noise that pours from it feels like it could pierce every mind, and its colossal malice weighs on the air like something solid.

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Then the real onslaught arrives.

The Black Forest itself “comes alive.”

Towering trees, thick bushes, massive boulders, even every inch of soil, every trickling stream, every single flower—they all begin to mutate and grow, sprouting clacking limbs and countless blinking eyes.

Not far off, Foxy is suddenly locked in a fierce struggle.

It’s as if Anka Aila is twisting in its own nightmare, this “angel” now redefining the world around it.

“Yu Sheng! Do something!” Little Red Riding Hood shouts by reflex. She sees the very stones underfoot rolling and merging into terrifying shapes. A chill races down her spine. “We won’t last if it keeps going like this!”

Yu Sheng only glances at the little doll perched on his shoulder. “Irene, it’s time.”

“Now?” Irene’s eyes widen. “Are you sure? I haven’t finished linking everyone—”

“It’s enough if you’ve got some of them,” Yu Sheng interrupts. He closes his eyes. “We’re not trying to defeat Anka Aila—we can’t. You can’t defeat the dreamer in their own nightmare.”

He stretches out his hand, even though his eyes are shut. In his mind, he clearly “sees” the massive shadow in the sky. He sees the Dark Angel Anka Aila, manifesting in its own nightmare.

“But we can try to break the nightmare—to push this ‘Fairy Tale’ substructure past its limit.”

Black strands of silk begin to shimmer in the air. A cold aura digs into flesh and mind alike. Yu Sheng hears Irene muttering in his head:

[Fine, fine. If you say so, we’ll do it…]

The black spider threads ripple like living strands of hair around Irene. One by one, they burrow into Yu Sheng’s body, then stretch out from his hand to spread across the entire Black Forest.

Though he has already “cooperated” with Irene more than once, Yu Sheng still shivers at the moment those threads tunnel inside him. In the illusions woven by that silk, he glimpses Irene’s hazy shape and her crimson eyes, which makes it all feel even stranger.

But from that eerie coldness, Yu Sheng also feels something familiar and reassuring. He senses the little doll trying her best to help, senses she has completely loosened her control over those threads. She wants him to weave them through the dream in whatever shape he finds most natural—like a Door.

Yu Sheng pictures that Door in his mind.

It’s much like when they first worked together, using Irene’s power to open a Teleportation Door to the Black Forest.

Only now, it’s huge.

Boundless, even.

It resembles a mirror in which the entire Black Forest is reflected.

And yet it is also small and precise, linked to one stage after another.

Yu Sheng keeps his eyes closed. In that brief moment, through Irene’s senses, he glimpses what is happening on the Sheltering Wasteland:

Those children—and the “Guardians”—who were knocked out of the sub-stories and fell onto the wasteland have been gathered in one place, all lying on the grass.

They appear to be asleep, each one wrapped in dark strands of silk.

The threads pierce their dreams, shuttling between all the sub-stories.

One after another, Doors materialize.

They become the Evil Queen’s magic mirror. They become the portal hall leading to an eternal ball. They become the ship’s hold where the Little Mermaid once hid, the glowing window lit by the Matchstick Girl’s flame on a winter night, the giant’s front gate in Jack’s beanstalk tale, and the briar-choked castle entrance from Sleeping Beauty…

Yu Sheng imagines there is a Door there.

A Door connects one place to another, bridging spaces that were once apart—or severing them if it closes. It can open or cut off.

He is the Collapser.

Now, the Door’s handle turns.

Little Red Riding Hood stares at Yu Sheng in astonishment. She has no idea what’s going on, only that black threads just burst out from Yu Sheng and Irene. Now both of them stand motionless.

Each second that passes feels like a whole year.

Because the Black Forest is swiftly becoming an enemy. Everything here is alive now, no longer the forest Little Red Riding Hood once knew when visiting Grandmother.

Then she hears it: the turning of a doorknob.

She sees no actual door in the air, but the gentle click is unmistakable. There’s no sign of anything opening, yet she swears she hears a faint creaking sound echo through the entire “world.”

Nearby, towering trees shake themselves awake. Their trunks warp into hideous, twisted faces. Giant Wolves leap from the foliage, claws glinting with bloody malice. The shadow wolves that were defending on all sides are forced back, tangled by vines and stones coming to life.

But in the very next second, the balance shatters with a roar from above.

In the evening sky, brilliant flames streak across the forest canopy. Like fireflies that glow in the clouds, they descend in a shower of dazzling lights. Little Red Riding Hood’s eyes go wide, reflecting those shining dots that grow bigger by the moment. Then she sees the forest burst into flames. The blaze surges upward and spreads in a frenzy, almost as if it has its own will, racing through the awakened trees.

“White Phosphorus Bombs… Matchstick?!”

Little Red Riding Hood recognizes what’s fueling the raging fire. She cries out in shock and excitement, raising her gaze to the heights.

There, she witnesses Thunder Titan leaping from a falling Dragon, still clutching bombs in its arms.

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