"Are you willing to remain unknown and silent for the rest of your life?"
"You have desires, don't you?"
In the past few days, these devilish low words in his dreams kept lingering in Lucas's ears.
pain!
Tired and sad!
Lucas's whole body twitched inexplicably, and he felt as if he had touched a leaky wire.
"Is it the same dream? What's going on?!"
After a moderate shock, Lucas's consciousness was finally freed from the state of being obscured by gauze and gradually became clear.
In a trance, he moved his body according to a familiar rhythm, preparing to pick up the clothes he had thrown on the ground last night and put them on.
But the strange thing was that even though he fumbled around on the ground with his eyes closed, he didn't catch anything!
"Strange! Did you drink too much last night? I don't even know where I put my clothes. Oh, I should have been more careful and taken care of myself."
Just as he was thinking this, Lucas opened his eyes which were blurred due to his myopia and groped on a short dark table that looked like obsidian.
Fortunately, the metal glasses are still there.
When he put on his glasses in a somewhat awkNolan way, what came into his sight was not the bright and clean personal room he had always had, but a gloomy place full of clutter and cobwebs, similar to a Western-style attic storage room.
In the room that is neither too big nor too small, in addition to the bed and the black short mechanical table, there is also a pile of mechanical parts interwoven in silver and bronze, which seem to be able to be assembled into a differential engine that was not mass-produced in the mid-19th century.
In addition, in the small and choking space there was a half-copper circular fireplace that was covered in black dirt and looked like it was about to be scrapped.
The unburned charcoal inside was emitting ghostly sparks.
"This isn't my home! Where is it?"
Lucas shook his head vigorously, trying to break free from the illusion left over from the dream.
He supported his "dangling" body in a daze, approached the dusty and turbid glass window, opened the edge a little, wanted to get some fresh air, to ease his mood, and look outside at the same time.
The environment outside the window is mainly dim, as if it is a cloudy day. Looking up from far away, a pitch-black "velvet curtain" with a few gaps covers the entire sky.
The noisy roar of machinery was piercing in the early morning. In the distance, a silver-white "big guy" with a long arm was slowly starting up.
Not far in front of him, downstairs, was a garbage dump filled with industrial waste and civilian decay.
Even from a distance, Lucas could smell an unbearable sour odor.
The place was filled with filthy liquids and rotten food residues, and it seemed that no one cleaned it regularly.
Staring at the fantastic, strange and gloomy scene, Lucas pinched his throat unconsciously, trying to ease his nervousness.
Although I’m not sure if I’ll encounter any danger, the place I’m in now is really weird!
The dim attic room, the roaring mechanical sounds, the half-copper fireplace that was about to be scrapped, and also, myself?
Stay calm, you must stay calm, this shouldn't be someone trying to murder me, stay calm!
Lucas breathed heavily, trying hard to suppress the itchy feeling in his throat and not make any sound.
The first thing to do in this strange place is not to attract the attention of others. In the "Safety Guidelines" written by someone unknown, it is mentioned: When encountering the danger of suddenly entering an unfamiliar environment, you must remain calm, do not do abnormal behavior to attract the attention of others, and try to explore as much useful information as possible, as information is a necessary condition for your survival.
"The first problem to be solved is..." Lucas suddenly felt a piercing pain in his brain, as if it was pried open and stirred by a metal object.
The next second, he blurted out unconsciously:
"who I am?"
Just as his mind was working at full speed, trying to find an answer, a fragment of memory that did not belong to him gradually emerged in his mind.
He subconsciously looked at his silver-white guard uniform that was stained with a little chemical agent. His right hand passed over the iron "Sword and Hammer" medal on his chest and he took out a card similar to an ID card from his shirt pocket.
It is square in shape, made of hard cardboard, with some rubbed-off ink on the surface.
The letters above looked like they were printed one by one by a mechanical manual typewriter.
Lucas had never learned the strange Latin-like characters, but the remaining fragments of memory allowed him to read them without any obstacles!
"The language of the Japanese Empire?" Lucas murmured in a low voice:
"Light Sugra. Released in the year 522 of the New Era, made in the Rinet Empire."
This is the holy city of Sugra in the Rinie Empire in the year 527 of the New Era! A city built in the wasteland!
In order to isolate the zombie-like "careless people" and the evolved and mutated "lost ones", the great human beings built this huge shelter which is nearly half the size of a small European country.
"So, I am Light Sugra?" Lucas guessed in surprise.
Suddenly remembering something, he pounced on the dusty iron mirror beside him.
After wiping it with the turbid storage water in the basin that was stained with grayish-white substances, he finally saw "himself" in the mirror.
Black hair, black pupils, oval face, very thin.
This can no longer be called thin, it can be described as emaciated. Like a worker who has been working late for half a year, his eyes are bloodshot, without any human vitality.
But one thing is certain: the person in front of me is definitely not myself, I have traveled through time!
And replaced this man named Wright Sugra!
It was a little hard to accept for a moment, and Lucas stumbled back to the messy and yellowed bed, crossed his legs, closed his eyes, and tried to search for as much information about Light Sugra as possible through meditation.
However, there seemed to be some force restricting his thinking. Once Lucas tried to actively access information other than identity and language, his brain would feel a tingling sensation and he would be unable to concentrate.
Fortunately, after a moment, Hai Bo suddenly felt as if an electric current was passing through his brain, and he seemed to remember something.
In a trance, he stumbled again toNolans the dark mechanical short table with three layers, searching anxiously.
"Yes, that's it!" Lucas said with a sigh of relief.
Guided by the fragments of memory, he accurately grabbed a pistol that was lying on the messy table, which was piled with notebooks, pens, rags, tin cans and other daily necessities.
An old silver-white pistol about 30 centimeters long with a double-headed eagle pattern engraved on its surface.
This seems to be a "Mad Bear" pistol produced by a factory in the city of Sogra, right?
Also, underneath it was a note that had been crumpled many times and had strange cracks on it?
"We will all fall into darkness, and no one will be saved. Except, the Red Origin"
The words on it puzzled Lucas. Darkness? Redemption? And the words that seemed to be unfinished. Was it the red magic source crystal, or the magic source power?
"Magic power?" Lucas blurted out naturally, as if the word had always been on his lips.
From the remaining fragments of memory, he vaguely learned that this seemed to be some kind of not-so-mysterious magical power.
With no other clues, Lucas could only look down at the inexplicably familiar "Mad Bear" brand pistol, which seemed to be a common item used by the man named Wright.
The surface of the pistol, especially the upper part, was covered with dirt, as if it had gone through many arduous battles and had never been cleaned.
He stared at the pistol almost absent-mindedly until the piercing pain in his chest brought him back to reality.
Immediately, he opened his collar and reached out to touch his blood-stained chest. A few centimeters away from his heart, there was a round wound the size of a coin.
After taking a closer look, Lucas breathed a sigh of relief. The wound had mostly healed and it was estimated that the patient was not in immediate danger of death.
Although there shouldn't be any more blood oozing out, due to his strong pressure, a little red sticky liquid still stained his fingertips.
Fortunately, there wasn’t a lot of blood!
The memory fragments once again reminded Lucas that if he was stained with too much blood in this wasteland city, he would be treated as a "careless person" and executed directly without any mercy.
Looking at this "Mad Bear" pistol, Hai Bo felt a chill on his back. He didn't know the cause of Wright's death. But one thing that was worth affirming was that because of the sudden death, he was able to travel through time and space to replace Wright.
If it was suicide, then it would be fine, because it meant that the danger Wright encountered might be due to his own problems such as excessive mental stress, and it might not be fatal. But if it was homicide, then the matter would be serious!
If you survive a disaster, you will surely get the upper hand.
If the inference of homicide is true, the people who attacked Wright will definitely not let it go, and it may not be long before I have to bear the consequences of his death again.
Information! Information! More information!
The first task in this unknown world is to obtain information. However, the information in front of us is nothing valuable except basic information such as "where is this", "what time is it now" and "who am I".
Let’s try again and see if we can find something from Wright’s remaining memories!
Lucas thought about it seriously and calmed down.
The original owner of this body, Wright, was probably always at work, and he exuded a slight odor mixed with gasoline and decaying matter, but his clothes were still neat and clean.
The silver-white top, paired with tactical trousers made of a similar material that appear a bit grayish-black due to being stained with mud, looks quite acceptable.
However, thinking back to his frightening, almost emaciated appearance in the mirror just now, Lucas smiled bitterly, chose to leave the table, and walked aside to tidy up his appearance.
"Sure enough, it looks much more comfortable."
After washing thoroughly with the bucket of clean water stored in the old mahogany cabinet, Lucas looked at himself again in the iron mirror that was dotted with black substances and had cracks on the edges.
If this face wasn't so haggard, it would probably still be quite good-looking. If it were placed in my original world, it might be able to charm everyone. But in this weird place, I'm afraid this doesn't matter.
"Information, and more information. If there is no information, we will be attacked again in broad daylight. This pistol used to fight the enemy should be able to protect ourselves. If we collect information, if we meet someone who knows Wright, we can chat with him first. If we encounter danger... we can only risk our lives."
Lucas pondered secretly, put the "Crazy Bear" pistol on his waist in a less noticeable place, looked around, and after confirming again and again that there was nothing suspicious, he walked out of the house along the shaky, creaking, and dilapidated wooden stairs that seemed like they could collapse at any time.
"This world is really fascinating and incredible."
Lucas secretly admired that the unfamiliar environment around him actually gave him an inexplicable sense of novelty. The time travel did not bring him any discomfort. On the contrary, he enjoyed this "feeling of adventure" very much.
The urge to take risks and explore new things seemed to be engraved in his genes, even without the influence of Wright's memory.
Through the glass cover with a little gray fog, Lucas's black and gray mechanical watch told him that the time was only 8 o'clock in the morning.
Usually during this time, the dark dome hanging over the sky would block out most of the sunlight, plunging the entire city into a terrifying darkness.
Along with the noisy sound of machinery running, the huge chimney of the "Jieyuan" factory, the landmark building of the "Sugla Machinery Zone" that can be vaguely seen in the distance, has started working.
Billowing smoke poured out, providing some rare white in the dark area.
A shrill roar followed, and Lucas looked up. A huge airship similar to the ones popular during World War I was slowly rising into the sky not far away, like a ferocious beast roaring in the long night, waiting for the dim dome to open so that it could break free from the shackles and fly toNolans the bright airspace.
He stumbled a few steps tiredly with a hangover, and a striking sign appeared among the low buildings on his right.
Looking up, I could see that the base was painted with white paint, and the surface was printed with standard black Japanese Imperial language: "Soccer Grocery Store Z District Branch".
As far as I can remember, the owner of this body, Wright, had passed by the shop where the sign was located many times. The main items sold there seemed to be only a limited number of items, including kerosene lamps.
Moreover, the shop was not far from the dilapidated three-story house he rented, separated by a dirty and smelly sewage canal.
Memory fragments suggest that this city does not seem to have a complete power grid, and the existence of small shops is enough to show that city residents still need fuel for daily lighting.
"Hey, isn't this Wright? How are you? I remember that you went to the outer suburbs of Sogra this time, uh, the outer area mission, and you should have completed it well. I heard that you encountered a powerful Lost One, and it was not easy for you to come back alive.
Boy, I guess the Scottish committee that is unwilling to pay will need your help this time."
A thin and frail man greeted Lucas cheerfully. He was Nolan, the owner of the shop, with black hair and brown eyes, looking like an extremely ordinary middle-aged uncle.
Since Wright still had some basic behavioral memories, Lucas replied naturally in his tone and accent:
"Yeah, I think it was done pretty well. After all, I survived."
So, could it be that the owner of this body of mine committed suicide because of mental pollution after completing the mission? If this inference is true, my situation should not be as bad as I imagined.
Lucas evaded the question, but he did not want to end the conversation immediately. After all, chatting with the boss Nolan could provide him with a lot of useful information.
"Fortunately, the Goddess of Light protects you. I think you should be the only human in the city who believes in her. The war has lasted for more than five hundred years. Now all humans believe in the Lord of Darkness. After all, it is thanks to the big dark cover that we can live safely." Nolan chatted with him while busy assembling the kerosene lamp in his hand.
"Big hood?" Lucas asked subconsciously.
Then he realized that he had said something wrong and quickly looked away, pretending nothing had happened to ease the possible embarrassment.
"I think you must be sleep deprived, Wright. This history has spread all over the Holy City of Sogra. If you were a student, I would despise you. You are still the same and know nothing about history." Nolan laughed and teased:
"You really should catch up on your studies. Mr. George is waiting for you at the City Library. As usual, you don't need to prepare anything. Oh, and take this with you. After all, he recommended you to join the Sogra Guards. Giving him a gift is a favor."
Nolan said as he pulled out a gift box from a pile of broken kerosene lamps and other debris. Like the surroundings, it was pure black in style, but in the center there were two brown metal gears connected together, carved with unknown meanings.
This seems to be... a cultural imprint passed down in the Rinie Empire where Lucas lives.
"Here, Wright. By the way, ask Mr. George for a book, the one about the history of Scotland. The older generation often said: It is not enough to just know and understand the present. History will give us experience and lessons. Okay, go quickly. Don't forget the book!" Nolan instructed.
After simply thanking Nolan, he groped his way toNolans the vague Sogra City Library in his memory fragments.
Suddenly, a crack appeared above the huge and dark dome, and a white, holy light like a veil sprinkled on Lucas.
He took the opportunity to open his shirt and rubbed his aching chest. The totem-like regular wound there seemed to have not healed completely yet.
Black dust mixed with scarlet blood stained his fingers, and it seemed that the city wrapped in the dome would have the same tone.
Dream Talk New 3
I woke up from a long sleep
Observe the dark dome
The ruins smell
The narrow roof can't accommodate the huge body
The roaring machinery is taking flight
The sleeping ancient god whispers in my dreams
Socrates' great call
The God of Order is Echoing
In Zalaye's deep dream
Careless people are struggling
I opened my eyes and saw the whole world
In the snowy wasteland
Finding the way forNolan
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