Nightmare’s Call

Chapter 207: Signal: Part 1

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Node?”

Lin Sheng picked the book up as he kept on flipping, but unfortunately, the last few pages were all garbled.

On the pages of the book were uneven lines drawn in dark red ink, seemingly to take the shape of spirits with a menacing smile.

Lin Sheng looked at the pile of books on the ground before picking up another one from the ground as he continued to flip them open.

This one was a local travelogue, the author started off about the local culture and traditions of Blackfeather City, but not long after, the writings started to become garbled.

Sentences that looked like sleep talk starting appearing in higher and higher frequencies. And that followed the third and fourth book as well as Lin Sheng picked up book by book to check.

As to not miss out on any potential occult knowledge, he was usually very cautious when dealing with any books. He would not allow anything to slip past him.

This was because the most valuable item that he had gained from the dream was knowledge as most of the other stuff cannot be brought out.

After flipping through all of the books, the dream soon came to an end.

Amid the ticking of the clock, Lin Sheng exited the dream. After resting for a while, by the time he opened his eyes, the room was already bright.

“Did I sleep all the way to the morning? That’s rare.”

He rarely had the opportunity to sleep all the way to the morning. Ever since he discovered his ability to enter the dream, he had always been wandering between slumber and consciousness.

Everyone in the room had left, probably to attend class. Lin Sheng paid no heed to it as he took a look at the alarm clock next to his pillow: 9:12 am.

It was already long beyond classroom hours.

He had already completed studying the classroom materials himself. He had even completed the article abstract for the critical assignment and have already submitted the core articles over.

These were all prerequisite materials for him to graduate, but he had already arranged them prior and quickly completed them.

“It’s still early, let’s play the harp and meditate for a bit.” Lin Sheng was the diligent kind who would practice the moment he had free time.

He feared not boredom, but the lack of any target, and now his combat ability had already reached Level 5, but his sacred power was still at Level 4. There was a massive gulf between the sacred power of a Level 4 and Level 5.

Level 4 sacred power allowed the use of Detect Evil three times a day, while Level 5 sacred power would allow him to use it five times.

Level 4 sacred power also merely granted some basic healing and enhancement abilities, but from Level 5 onwards, there was a powerful repellent ability. While it was only a minor repellent, but with sacred power at that level, it had a very potent ability to repel all negative energies. It would even improve one’s life span.

Thus, within the Blackfeather City, while a Level 3 warrior was already a Transcendent-level fighter, he only belonged to the elites. Only when one was at Level 5 would he or she be seen as an equal by all the denizens of Blackfeather City.

A Level 5 person would have an additional half to the lifespan of the normal folks. Most people in Blackfeather City could live up to a hundred years old, while a Level 5 person could live until a hundred and fifty.

That meant, the only people who could survive and master the city and its various intermediary positions were those who were at Level 5 and above.

It also meant that the higher the position a noble was, his or her ability would be even stronger to match.

After playing his harp for a while, Lin Sheng felt that something was off.

There was no problem when he first summoned Khadula back then. Especially on the absorption of the soul, Khadula had not given him any problems. Back then, he had only used meditating of the Ashen Seal to resolve the absorption issue, no different than summoning a foot soldier.

Yet, this time around, things were slightly different.

The Steel Lord was very powerful, and the limit of Khadula’s strength can also be seen now, equivalent to a five-wing of the Heaven’s Spire. And based on Lin Sheng’s estimate, a one-winger was equivalent to a Blackfeather City’s Level 3.

Consequently, a two-winger would be around Level 4 to Level 5, a three-winger at Level 6 to Level 7, a four-winger at Level 8 to Level 9, and a five-winger would at Level 10 to Level 11.

That’s because based on the Steel Lord’s memories, he was a Level 11 Blackfeather City warrior, even though he had only broken through that before he died. Plus he had the blood of a Fire Dragon within him, and that needed to be accounted for as well.

The potency of his blood was far beyond Lin Sheng’s. With Lin Sheng already capable of fighting someone a level higher with it, it was a forgone conclusion with the Steel Lord himself.

He probably had the ability of a Level 11, 12 or even 13. There was little wonder that he could be a member of the Blackfeather Council.

As for what came later, Lin Sheng had no idea. He had no reference material to compare.

A five-winged Blackfeather City warrior at Level 10 to 11 was Khadula’s limit.

However, the Steel Lord could even fight off a six-winger back then, as a councilman of Blackfeather City, his power had not been fully unleashed yet.

Hence Lin Sheng had not been able to resolve the absorption of his soul until now.

“It’s too slow, and if it goes on at this rate, it’ll be taking years. If I don’t fully absorb his soul, I can’t afford to even continue my hunt. And I can forget about the breakthrough of my sacred power to Level 5 in the short term.”

Lin Sheng had noticed that he had only absorbed a little of the Steel Lord’s soul when he played his harp and started to get frustrated.

“If I could totally absorb the Steel Lord’s soul, I definitely will be able to easily break through Level 5, and by then my total strength will jump by leaps and bounds as well, breaking through to Level 6. With only my own ability to rely on in the dream, the bonuses given by the sacred powers are just too good…”

Lin Sheng put down the Bloodazure Harp in his hand as he fell into deep thought on how to resolve this issue.

*Bzzt… Bzzt… Bzzt*

A sudden buzz came from beneath his blanket.

Lin Sheng extended his hand under the blanket and pulled out his black block of a phone.

As he opened the clamshell, he pressed on the receive button.

“Hello?”

“Master, everything here’s almost settled, but the Zeons…” It was Adolf on the phone.

After the incident at his manor, he straight away bought Lin Sheng a satellite phone. The phone fit Lin Sheng’s requirements with no entertainment capabilities. It only had powerful navigation and signal tools.

That would ensure his ability to receive any communications under any circumstances.

“What about the Zeons? Someone came looking for trouble?” Lin Sheng did not hide the fact that he was the Lord of the Holy Sanctum. Based on what he said, he was the master of the sanctum in Xylond, there is a bigger main branch somewhere.

Plus, he and his master were once a member of the Ironfist Society, but have since jumped ship and turned to the light. Adolf did not doubt that at all.

“No, there’s no trouble,” Adolf continued, his voice hushed. “It’s the government people, they wanted to talk to you.”

“No problem. Get them to come over to Yinglu Private Academy then,” Lin Sheng said.

“Okay.”

The line was cut.

Lin Sheng quickly packed up his stuff as he changed into simple outdoor wear and combed his hair before leaving the dorm and headed out of school.

He did not attend class today, and it was too late to even bother as the class had already been dismissed for a while now.

So he headed outside of the school and to the same café as last time as he quietly waited for his guests.