As Kieran was sucked into the oil painting, he felt like he’d been thrown into a washing machine. He kept spinning non stop.

When he came back to his senses, he found himself in a bright. well-lit corridor.

Kieran shook his head hard, trying to shake the dizziness off before he started to inspect his surroundings.

The corridor was only 10 meters in length, so it could hardly be considered long.

At the end of the corridor were two doors, one of them open.

Through the open door, Kieran could clearly see tons of people moving around, bumping against each other’s shoulders. Even though he was looking at them from afar as if observing wildlife, Kieran could tell that the atmosphere was very merry inside.

Was that the secret bazaar?

Surprised, he quickly walked forward with big steps.

He had already forgotten about the oil painting door in the face of this new discovery. He had completely hated the washing-machine feeling of going through the entrance, though.

Kieran stepped through