Aixen and the Beggar
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Standing on the top of this building, Chen Chen silently listened to the sounds of the entire city. The blood from his eyes had formed scabs, trailing down his cheek. It gave him a mystifying, tragic air.
Although Chen Chen had forgotten his purpose in digging out his eyes before returning to this dimension, due to the existence of the antimeme, thinking about it, there must be a very important clue in this.
Plus, perhaps because of this loss of vision, Chen Chen felt that his senses had become more acute.
Just by listening carefully, he could hear sounds that were difficult to discern in the past such as the sound of the wind blowing over obstacles, the deathly silence of the tall building under his feet, and even his own breathing and heartbeat…
It was not just his hearing. Chen Chen could smell a never-ending rotting stench in the air. Even though he was on the coast, he could not avoid this smell as it came from the buildings themselves.