The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 109: Edge of the Border

Every day, there were stubborn people trying to approach the border, so one more or less didn’t matter. If he still wore his old expensive clothes, he might draw too much attention—who in their right mind would wear fine clothes to do something so reckless?

So inevitably, he would be suspected by those with ill intentions.

Now, he was just an "ordinary person," one of the many hopeful commoners who dreamed of striking it rich by going to the border. By disguising himself as one of them, naturally his actions wouldn’t attract suspicion. At worst, people might just dismiss him as a dreamer.

Just as Eoryun had hoped, no one noticed his movements. He successfully approached the border without arousing any suspicion.

However, the surroundings of the border were nothing like he had imagined. It was completely empty—eerily vast and barren.

Before coming here, he had pictured the area swarming with corpses and violent energy clusters that could kill anyone with the slightest carelessness.

But reality told a different story.

The area around the border was surprisingly safe. In fact, the border itself was nowhere to be seen. The place was so empty and desolate it was almost intimidating.

Eoryun swallowed his saliva nervously. He had no idea where he had gotten the courage to believe such a strange rumor and come all the way to the border’s border. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Now, he couldn’t even see the border’s shadow. Forget forcibly opening the border, he didn’t even know how to normally pass through it.

So what was the point of coming here? Just to blow on the cold northwest wind around the border?

Eoryun felt utterly hopeless that day.

There were no houses built here, nor any tall trees to block the wind. With the deep night and heavy dew, the cold wind cutting through the emptiness sent involuntary shivers down his spine.

He stood foolishly in place, enduring the cold wind for who knows how long. As his body temperature slowly dropped and warmth faded, he finally decided to turn and leave.

He refused to stand there like a complete fool, letting the wind freeze him. The more he thought about it, the more ridiculous he felt.

So why had he listened to some dubious gossip and come rushing here with such enthusiasm?

This was something he absolutely could not let Illiya know about, or he would never hear the end of the ridicule.

Eoryun sniffed, rubbed his arms, and turned to leave this cold, soul-cIlliyaing place.

But before he could take two steps, a buzzing sound suddenly rang in his ears.

Alert, Eoryun straightened his posture and stopped moving, completely still as he focused on listening to the sudden noise.

He concentrated for a long time, but as soon as he paid careful attention, the buzzing vanished—like it was nothing but an auditory hallucination.

After hearing nothing more, Eoryun decided to keep moving forward again. Unexpectedly, he hadn’t gone far when the buzzing sound returned, this time much louder than before.

Eoryun: "..."

This is ridiculous!!!

He took a deep breath and stood still again, focusing intently. But the buzzing was gone once more, as if it had never been there.

Eoryun: ????????

His expression darkened instantly. It felt like the universe was playing a trick on him.

He silently vowed in his heart that if the buzzing happened again, he definitely wouldn’t stop moving!

No matter what!

Thinking this, Eoryun snorted lightly, his mood improving slightly. This time he quickened his pace considerably. If it weren’t for not wanting to draw attention, he might have used a magic scroll to instantly leave this cursed place.

But ordinary people didn’t have access to high-level teleportation scrolls, after all.

Blame him for being too poor?

Eoryun stuffed his hands into his chest and shivered as he continued walking forward. The buzzing returned again—this time even louder—but Illiya completely ignored it, pretending he didn’t hear it and kept walking.

His footsteps quickened more and more, soon covering a long distance. The buzzing grew louder and sharper until it pierced his ears painfully.

Eoryun frowned deeply, his face growing serious. Since becoming a merfolk, his senses had sharpened significantly. What might be just a bit loud to others was unbearably piercing to him.

It was like someone was blasting a high-decibel speaker right next to his ear.

Truly, it was intolerable.

Even though the sound was making his head pound, Eoryun had no intention of stopping.

He now had only one goal: to leave this place and return to the city, waiting for the return of his little companions. Yes, he had given up. He would no longer actively search for his friends, since he couldn’t find them anyway.

People need to learn to give up. Sometimes, giving up is also a kind of virtue...

Eoryun wiped away his nonexistent tears.

Braving the cold wind and the piercing noise, Eoryun blocked out everything around him, only wanting to quickly escape this cursed place.

But the wind remained bitterly cold, and the grating sound still refused to let go of his thoughts.

Eoryun didn’t know what to say.

He kept in mind a phrase his grandfather once told him: "What you see is not what you see. What you hear is not what you hear. What your heart senses is not what you sense. What your sixth sense predicts is not what you predict."

A strange saying indeed, but now, somehow, it made a lot of sense, didn’t it?

The wind I feel is not really the wind I feel. The sound I hear is not really the sound I hear. My intuition telling me to run away immediately from this place is not truly my intuition telling me that.

What I feel, hear, and am told are not from myself — they are all false.

This thought grew clearer and stronger in his mind, so much so that his footsteps slowed more and more until he finally stopped completely.

Not moving at all.

The wind remained as cold as ever, the sound still sharp and piercing, everything revolving around him endlessly.