Mechanical Alchemist-Chapter 605 - 604: The Dream God’s Reflection

Su Lun and Mr. Jing entered the small building at 88 Green Street.

Only upon entering did he realize that the furniture and decorations were almost exactly the same as when he lived there a few years ago. However, it seemed that no one had cleaned the place in a long time, as a thick layer of dust had accumulated, and a faint musty smell wafted through the air.

"Senior sister, wait here for me a moment; I'm going to take a trip to the cursed space."

"Mhm."

Mr. Jing stayed on the first floor while Su Lun headed straight for the basement.

Perhaps because it was a "haunted house," someone had locked a thick iron chain across the basement door.

Su Lun raised his hand and with a flick of his finger like a sword, a spatial crack appeared, and the arm-thick iron chain instantly had a smooth cut, clattering to the ground.

He walked inside.

This place had once been used as a bank vault, with thick concrete walls on all sides.

Although it was pitch-black, Su Lun could still clearly see some bullet hole marks on the walls—remnants from when he practiced his shooting here.

With the Second Awakening of the All-knowing Eye, the cursed space that had previously been invisible was now clearly visible to him.

Su Lun murmured, "So it's a physical manifestation of consciousness after all..."

Entering this "Havier's Mortuary of Resentment" cursed space was quite unique; one could only be absorbed into it if they became conscious that this basement was a cursed space while inside it.

He just took one glance, and the surroundings suddenly changed, turning into a hospital corridor.

The walls around him were painted white, with iron chairs outside the consultation rooms and no windows; the air carried the faint scent of disinfectant.

There was no one around, and the environment exuded an eerie vibe that could send one's thoughts into reckless disarray.

During his first visit, Su Lun had discovered the pattern: if he controlled his thoughts and refrained from imagining things, no monsters would appear.

His mind calm as still water, he saw no danger on the third floor and went straight for the stairs.

He took a casual stroll on the second floor, finding the previously secured safe containing the "Zombie Research Report" now empty. There was nothing else, aside from the residual thoughts of some unfortunate souls who had wandered into this space by mistake. As for the monsters conjured from the deceased's fantasies, the strongest were merely at the level of thirds and fourths tiers, which Su Lun easily dispatched.

He returned to the stairwell and descended one more level to reach the mortuary.

Here, there was no light, and a thick stench of death wafted up from the darkness below.

It was as if this was the entrance to hell, with some unknown terror monster lurking in the dark.

"Not weak at all."

Su Lun's eyes shone brightly as he glanced once and remained composed.

He descended the stairs with steady steps.

Having taken only a few steps down, suddenly a black shadow charged at him like lightning.

Dragon scales flickered on Su Lun's arm as he raised his hand and threw a punch. The rune-covered living corpse was immediately sent flying and crashed into the wall with a "thud."

"Chekhov truly deserves his reputation as the creator of the Living Corpse Secret Technique; this living corpse's rank is really high..."

Su Lun looked at the runes drawn on the surface of the corpse and commented inwardly.

This was a living corpse whose strength was comparable to a seventh-tier profession. But since it lacked things like aura and domain, its sheer power posed little threat to top-tier professionals.

Such living corpses, despite their strength, would be enough to kill the vast majority of intruders.

Su Lun continued down, encountering a few more rune-engraved living corpses, but they were almost all killed with a single punch.

After all, he had already stepped into the eighth tier, and there weren't many beings that could pose a fatal threat to him anymore. The upper limit of this cursed space was affected by the plane's influence, ensuring that its power could not be too outlandish, no matter how strong.

Reaching the end of the stairs, he found the mortuary.

Upon descending, the scent of the living stirred the thick miasma of death. With a "clang, clang, clang," rows of iron boxes on the walls opened one after another, and one living corpse after another of various forms sprang out.

These horrific undead monsters climbed out, and the atmosphere instantly fell into place.

However, Su Lun hardly gave a second glance at these living corpses that posed little threat to him, instead focusing his attention on the dissection table separated by a transparent curtain in the center.

There lay a half-human, half-spider creature, intently dissecting a mangled corpse.

The name that appeared upon identification was "Deformed Tillmido M. Chekhov," a seven-tier dark gold level oddity.

The eight-armed spider lance was indeed one of the most suitable alchemical grafts for medical professionals, and this Chekhov had also merged with a high-tier spider lance graft, turning into this spider form after the mutation.

With the All-knowing Eye, Su Lun identified all the attributes of the monster, aware that it was a purely irrational deformed creature.

Therefore, he couldn't just talk his way out; he had to overpower and kill it.

The moment he faced the creature, Su Lun charged forward like lightning and appeared right in front of the spider monster, bringing his black sickle down in a swift slash.

A "swoosh" sounded as the muscle tissue was sliced open, and the giant spider was instantly cleaved in two.

By now, Su Lun's understanding of the death principle had reached a very high level, and the ordinary power of "Xiupunos's Night Sickle" was enough to inflict heavy damage on most seven-tier professionals.

A one-hit kill was the logical outcome.

However, he had not expected his cleave to cut the spider monster in half, only for it to instantly recover as if nothing had happened.

Simultaneously, countless sharp spider lances counter-attacked.

It hadn't suffered any damage at all.

Su Lun's eyes narrowed slightly, and he quickly figured out the trick: "Fantasy realization, the source is indeed here... This ability is truly outrageous."

The second scan with the All-knowing Eye revealed the true nature of "Chekhov's" recovery.

It wasn't recovery on a physical level, but a kind of dream ability where fantasy becomes reality.

In other words, the scene that Chekhov "imagined" was what would actually occur.

If it imagined itself to be undying, it would be undying.

At least for most people, even if they were stronger than "Chekhov," in this cursed space, its ability to make fantasies real was utterly inescapable. The monster couldn't be killed, and there was no way out; all that remained was despair.

But Su Lun was not at all afraid, for there were no secrets in the entire space to his eyes.

Whatever "Chekhov" could imagine, it had to be within its own understanding.

Mr. Jing had said that while alive, Chekhov's level was around tier seven, and its understanding of laws was definitely not as high as Su Lun's now.

Facing the sharp spider lances, Su Lun did not even attempt to dodge.

His dragon-marked golden body was augmented by a nine-tier indomitable strength that might not even be broken by a blow from a tier above, let alone the attack he currently faced.

"Ding," "ding," "ding"...

The spider lances struck against Su Lun's body with a brittle sound but did not cause even the slightest injury.

Seeing this, Su Lun swung his black sickle again; this time, the sickle was accompanied by the Space Law, empowered by the "Urobolos Space-Time Ring."

Su Lun had seen that the source of this cursed space was a very special seal. Any attack not above the plane of the space law itself was ineffective against this "Chekhov."

But no matter how high of a tier, none surpassed the Ring!

As expected, this slash did not allow the spider monster's body to recover.

Killing the main source of resentment was the most direct way to break the cursed space.

But apart from Su Lun, there were few who could kill this "Chekhov." Not to mention whether others could see through the true nature of this space, but also whether they had attack means above the plane of this space's law.

As the source of resentment died, the space around them began to show signs of collapse.

Su Lun, in no hurry, reached out his hand and collected all the stacks of documents in the morgue.

On these documents were certainly the crucial finale to the "Research Notes on the Living Dead."

The space around began to collapse, slowly coalescing into a red gemstone ring.

This was the most vital energy source supporting this cursed space.

Indeed, it was a "sealing item".

And its grade was extremely high!

[Dream God's Contemplation (Lesser Divine Artifact Fragment)]

Description: Who can be certain that their life isn't just one in a dream? Yours, or someone else's dream.

Cursed Properties: Made from the magic crystal of the Dragon of Dreams, this is a divine alchemy fragment of a special ring capable of entering others' dreams, having a powerful illusory effect; actively releasing 'Infinite Dreamscape,' it can cause all targets within range to fall into a dreamscape; Illusion Penetration +350%, Spiritual Art Penetration +70%; Within the dreamscape, time, space, and rules are comprised of your perceptions, in the dream space, you are the creator of all; Users who haven't mastered the ring's equivalent abilities of time, space, and illusions, will sink into the dream.

Explanation: The dreamscape contains a special universal law, having its own time, space, and logic, in the dreamscape, you possess the divine power of creation; if you understand the world enough, then you can use this ring to make your dreams (fragmented) come true;

...

The space around twisted into a vortex and disappeared entirely in just a few breaths.

Su Lun found himself back in the pitch-dark basement once more.

He had initially only planned to obtain the materials for the follow-up to the Research Notes on the Living Dead, but he never expected to stumble upon such a ring.

Even though it was incomplete, it was the strongest cursed item related to "illusion techniques" he'd ever seen, bar none.

However, what shocked him more than the ring's powerful illusory effects was one of its additional functions.

It was information he himself could not comprehend.

"Dreams coming true? Illusion manifesting? Is this... a creator-like ability?"

Su Lun looked on in disbelief.

There wasn't much left in this realm that he couldn't understand, and yet now he'd encountered another such thing.

Without much hesitation, he raised his hand and imagined a scene with a water ball in his grasp.

And at that very thought, the gemstone on the ring flashed, and a miraculous scene immediately unfolded.

He watched as a water ball, the size of a fist, condensed within his palm!

"Can it really be?!"

An expression of amazement spread across Su Lun's face.

Although forming a water ball could be achieved with the simplest of alchemy, what baffled him was that there was no process of water element gathering just now.

This water ball was precisely what he had imagined in his mind, then created out of thin air with the ring!

Although the outcome of "forming a water ball" was the same, the process was utterly different.

Creation out of nothing, this was a power only legendary deities were supposed to possess!

This was even in contradiction to the principle of equivalent exchange in alchemy.

In that instant, even Su Lun himself felt that something wasn't quite right.

If the principle of equivalent exchange had collapsed, it would be tantamount to the collapse of his worldview.

But almost immediately, he noticed the anomaly and hastily exclaimed in his mind, "No! The ring's illusory creation still follows the principle of equivalent exchange, it's just that this ring utilizes a higher form of equivalent exchange..."

The intense desire for knowledge drove Su Lun to look further with his All-knowing Eye, delving deeper and a flood of information entered his mind.

He wanted to see more clearly, but clearly, that understanding was far beyond what he could comprehend at the moment.

Suddenly, his eyes began to feel dry and sore, Su Lun only felt his vision was seeing double.

Yet, his face showed a hint of joy.

Although his body couldn't bear the burden of that surge of super-tier knowledge, at this moment, he understood something else: "This imagined creation actually points to the same thing as the world creation in the 'Netherworld Deathly Novel.' Could this be the method gods use to create worlds?"

Su Lun seemed thoughtful.

Novel world... Dream world... Creation... Imagination made real... Equivalent exchange of energy conversion...

A flash of insight crossed his mind, and he felt as if he saw a lighthouse guiding him toward that super-tier domain.

Su Lun possessed an understanding ability that surpassed those of lower beings, and this super-tier power was clearer to him than to anyone else.

This was also a great opportunity.

It was a path leading beyond the ninth tier, and once it was traversed, unimaginable rewards were certain to be gained.

However, this was just an idea, and there was still a long way to go before it could take shape.

Su Lun tried again, and with his current abilities, he could only create something as simple as a water sphere.

At that moment, probably because his own aura was a bit chaotic, another figure suddenly appeared in the basement.

It was Mr. Jing.

She looked at Su Lun, whose pupils were dilated, and expressed concern, "Something went wrong?"

Su Lun shook his head and pointed at the ring in his hand. Before he could speak, Mr. Jing recognized it: "[Dream God's Thought]? This ring is actually here."

Su Lun curiously asked, "Senior sister, you know about this ring?"

"Mm."

Mr. Jing nodded.

In an instant, she understood why Su Lun was in such a state and added, "This is a piece of a Divine Artifact that my father once found in a battlefield of gods. I remember him saying that this ring contains a kind of super-tier illusion ability that only gods can master. You better be careful. Delving too deep into that kind of power might trap you in a dream..."

"Mm."

Su Lun nodded, knowing he had to be cautious.

He had only glimpsed at it a moment ago and hadn't expected such a heavy burden.

[Havier's Resentment Morgue] had completely vanished, and the two of them walked out of the cottage at number 88. The curse in the basement had been lifted, and it would no longer be a "haunted house."

The two walked on the street, and Su Lun asked, "Senior sister, shall we head to Dawn Relic next?"

"Mm."

Mr. Jing nodded and said, "I also need to retrieve a few items that are crucial to my strength, as well as my ninth-tier rig."

....

Before long, Su Lun and his companion had left the city.

Since Old Lington was opened up, it had welcomed many adventurers from the outside world.

Now, many people were exploring the underground world, and all along the way, you could see various wasteland hunting teams wearing gas masks.

However, due to a major wasteland hunting operation a few years ago, a Fallen Angel manipulated Duke Raphael's Princess Teresa to attack the plane's passage seal, causing a massive leak of Abyssal energy and lifting the law's upper limit. Now, the mutated monsters in the underground of Old Lington were much stronger than before.

Even along the way, you could encounter fifth and sixth-tier mutated monsters, so that only the stronger, large adventure groups could venture deep into the underground.

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And because Old Lington was a closed environment, the increasingly thick dark spiritual power towards the depths was unfriendly to outsiders, causing mutations with the slightest carelessness.

However, for Su Lun and Mr. Jing, such a dense environment of dark spiritual power not only had no effect on them but was actually quite beneficial.

They teleported downwards, not even disturbing the mutated monsters, and quickly reached deep underground.

The Dawn Relic had become a sea of dark spiritual power.

What they didn't expect, however, was that there were already people inside the Storm Manor.