Chapter 1079: Chapter 835: 2111: A Space Odyssey "Please, mourn for him—"
The dream seemed to be pierced by those words.
Though it was a humble plea, it carried a power that defied Huai Shi’s resistance.
The deep command echoed relentlessly in his mind, overlapped and transformed into hysterical roars and echoes, almost filling every corner of Huai Shi’s consciousness.
His will rapidly dulled, comprehending this sorrow, joined in lamentation with the other party.
An invisible vortex appeared, pulling him, as if leading him somewhere...
No mourning, sorry to interrupt, goodbye!
Huai Shi instinctively flicked a triple snap, and in that instant, heard thunder from afar.
A sharp lightning streaked across the void, striking his forehead.
Waking him from the dream.
He opened his eyes to see an unfamiliar ceiling.
Breathed heavily, drenched in sweat.
Lingering facial sting, body numb, nose bloody, even foam at the mouth!
When he turned his head to the bedside, he saw ’Resentment Water’, leaning against the headboard, the damaged weapon now showing strands of frost and scorch marks.
That was the origin of the thunder in the dream.
The dormant miracle sensed the surrounding anomaly, instinctively operated, shattered the inexplicable dream, allowing him to wake.
Though the method was a bit rough...
High-voltage electric therapy is really something!
"Thank you, huh!"
Huai Shi gratefully patted Resentment Water, rubbed his stiff neck, got up, walked to the bathroom, washed his face, and finally sorted out the situation a bit.
Was it an illusion, hallucination, or something else?
He wasn’t sure, but had experienced similar sensations countless times.
Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy’s strong affinity with the Abyss, plus the blessing of the Book of Fate, almost turned him into a spirit medium, inadvertently triggering things.
Seeing ghosts often.
Yet, Huai Shi felt this time was different.
Because its ending was particularly... different.
At the end of the nightmare, just before Huai Shi awoke, he seemed to hear a familiar laugh. Like a bystander, examining the weary man in the dream in Huai Shi’s form, mockingly.
A thoroughly heartless retort.
"Why mourn?"
Complete outsider, fair enough.
Huai Shi deeply agreed.
What’s the situation here?
Who to mourn for? Who died? How did they die? Where?
Inviting a passerby to a funeral is inappropriate, isn’t it?
Judging by the looks, not even considering offering a red envelope!
Expecting someone to play the dutiful mourner with empty words is rather insincere.
If they were unkind first, Huai Shi had no psychological burden in reciprocating.
He washed his face, brushed his teeth, paid Source Substance protection money for ’Resentment Water’, and shaved Broken Dog’s fur, only to be bitten several times due to amateur technique...
Was supposed to attend a training course, but now it feels like a babysitting job for the whole family?
There’s a troublesome woman gone unaccounted for.
Life is hard, Huai Shi sighed.
The only good news was the notification from the Alchemy Puppet: in about an hour, they’d arrive at Helios Workshop.
However, the bad news exceeded his expectations.
After breakfast, following directions to the lounge, Huai Shi sensed the strange atmosphere inside, overwhelmingly heavy.
Everyone’s faces were somber, an ominous aura floating in the air.
Only Iz was still humming, puffing on forever-lasting cigars, greeting Huai Shi.
"What’s wrong?" Huai Shi walked over, surveying the surroundings.
Not sure if it’s an illusion or what, but it seemed like fewer people?
"Not all here?" he asked.
"No, if not counting Garandor, you’re probably the last one," informed Iz with a cheery smile, "something rather unpleasant happened, I thought maybe you wouldn’t make it either."