Nightmare's Call

Chapter 558 Creation: Part 1

*Clack.*Lin Sheng gently turned the rather large knob on the door and the metal hatch door slowly opened.

The door opened outwards and revealed the same gray-black metal passageway.

The walls of the passage had similar gray vein-like circuits.

Lin Sheng walked out and glanced around.

All around him was a narrow passageway with branching paths that leads to other places.

This seemed to be a very well-connected location.

“Seems like a base? Or I’m inside a spaceship or something?” Lin Sheng attempted to let his perception run loose and try to explore the area around him.

With his current capabilities, if he were to totally unleash his senses, he could fully grasp every minute movement within fifty meters radius should there be no hindrances.

The potency of his senses decreases as the range increase, but within this fifty meters, it was the range where he had an absolute grasp of the situation.

However, to his slight disappointment, the air here was filled with an inexplicable uneasiness and distorting fluctuations

The fluctuations were so mysterious like the countless of bacterias or viruses in the air, or rather, they were like spores.

Lin Sheng held his hand out and gently tapped the air in front of him.

At that very moment, a tiny transparent dot flew over.

This tiny dot touched against his protected finger before immediately squirmed as it unleashed a large number of tiny tendrils as it tried to dig into the skin of Lin Sheng’s finger.

“Surely enough... this is a desolated place that had already been destroyed long ago...” Lin Sheng sensed a little before getting a grip on what this thing actually was.

It was an extremely tiny parasitic microorganism.

They seemed to be able to parasitize on any living bodies, and from the growth of the tendrils, they were probably some evil creature that devours the flesh to live.

“I’m not able to let my senses run far, there are too many of these spores...” Lin Sheng frowned, as the spores were densely scattered across the entire space; he could sense millions of tiny spores just right before him.

They were like dust, floating quietly in the air. But the moment the encounter a living being, they will rush over in a frenzy before growing tendrils to try to infest said being.

Lin Sheng slowly moved forward. He did not rush ahead to clear the spores away, but instead, he just got rid of the one on his finger before slowing moving forward.

Taking rash actions was a no go when he reached a new place, but to scout the area out first.

This was from his experience after so many dreams.

After all, there was demigod-level existence in the dream. Demigods aside, if he was to run into a crazy being with divinity like Aisha the Torturer now, he might now come out of it unscathed.

Even now, Lin Sheng dared not simply die in the dream.

He did not feel anything when he was still weak, but now, in this state, who knew what sort of negative effects he might run into in the event if he died in the dream now.

So he would avoid it as much as possible.

Lin Sheng followed along the passageway towards the left and turned in the direction where the strumming came from as he silently walked over.

After walking for a couple of hundred meters along the passageway, a large circular exit appeared on his right.

Beyond the exit was a vast metallic hall with countless of gray pipes lining it.

There were tanks upon tanks of glass culture tanks lined up in the hall.

Through the culture tank, he could see a gray-black liquid writhing and squirming within it.

The entire hall was about ten meters tall, and there were many black cables going back and forth suspended in the air.

The ceiling was a massive pyramid with intricate patterns on it.

There were green glows on the patterns, and these were the only light source in this place.

Lin Sheng looked away, and downward towards his feet.

He was stepping on something viscous as if the floor was tarred with machine oil.

He did not pay much attention to it and continued to move closer towards the source of the strumming.

Going through the hall, he turned another corner.

He saw it from a distance a place in the hall with an indoor flower bed, and beside it as a man in faint blue light that was gently playing a stringed instrument.

The man had lowered his head, and his face was not visible. From the look of his facial features, he seemed not to be a young person.

His hair was white, and the clothes he wore had a feeling of some sci-fi-ness to it, those tight-fitting special suits similar to that of an astronaut’s. The entire suit only had shades of white and gray on it.

For some reason, however, Lin Sheng felt that he could not clearly see the details on the man’s body.

Everything about him was hazy as if shrouded in mist.

And his senses too were greatly hindered by the sea of spores in the air, and could not be expanded more than a few meters.

Thinking of this, Lin Sheng moved forward as he tried to get closer to get in touch with the man.

What was unexpected was that when he took a few steps forward, the silhouette of the man slowly faded away and disappeared.

The sound of the instrument too got weaker and weaker before disappearing altogether.

Everything was calm again.

“Hmm?? He disappeared?” Lin Sheng looked around, before flicking a distortion pulse out of his finger that instantly crossed the distance and landed on the location where the man was at earlier.

*Creaaakk...*

Under the effects of the Ward of Distortion, the entire metallic area started to crack and bent as if it was being crushed by a massive hand.

Seeing that there were no issues, Lin Sheng lowered his guard as he stepped forward, and turned into a stream of light as he landed beside the flower bed.

“There is no human aura here... Is that guy not a living person? Was he a spectral-like being?”

Lin Sheng searched around for any taces and found nothing.

“No soul aura either, probably not a spectral body.”

Just as he thought of that, he suddenly heard the subtle sounds of the string instrument again.

This time around, the voice came from another place.

Without any hesitation, Lin Sheng roughly figured out the threat level of this place, before his figure blurred and rushed over.

His speed was so fast that his shadow had only flickered before he had reappeared from one end to the other.

He rushed into the passageway where the sound came from.

Lin Sheng slowed down and retracted the pulsing of his aura. Soon, in a room at the end of the passage, a white-haired man glowing in blue light sat on the floor.

He still held his head low as he focused on playing the string instrument in his hand, and did not even notice Lin Sheng’s presence.

This time around, Lin Sheng no longer hesitated, after the fusion of the God’s Speed divinity within him, his speed had reached a shocking level.

With just a thought in mind, he had crossed over dozens of meters and suddenly narrowed the distance with the man.

But the faster he got close, the faster the man disappeared.

Rather than retreating or sleeping, it was more like the man was being repulsed and pushed away as Lin Sheng got close.

By the time Lin Sheng got to the doorway, the man had disappeared again, and the sound of the strings disappeared as well.

“Again?” Lin Sheng was surprised. The first time could have been a coincidence, but the second time, he had already used his fastest speed, and he still failed to catch up with the man before the latter disappeared.

This was obviously not accidental.

He looked up at the metal gate in front of him.

There was a black desiccated corpse hanging on the door. The corpse looked like a relief with its back was connected to the gate by an inlaid chain.

The corpse’s hand was wide open, his face lined in excruciating pain as his legs from the knee level had simply just disappeared, seemingly being lobbed off.