Nightmare’s Call

Thanks to the Sect of Thousand Graces, there was a group of thirty-odd researchers from a research center who were killed within the souls. Their soul fragments had benefited Lin Sheng much.

This research center had forced on a cross-discipline field, bioenergetics.

While Lin Sheng did not manage to fully obtain all of the memories, but based on the pieced together memory fragments, he had managed to work out the main tenets of the field and its research purpose.

This was something that he took as the greatest of rewards.

“Bioenergetics would need more basic scientific knowledge, and is incomplete now. I need more knowledge repositories. This knowledge is very useful, and this research center seemed to have met partial success in researching the Shades of the Sect of Thousand Graces, and before they could do anything with it, they were wiped out…”

Lin Sheng finished his instant noodles and gulped down a few glasses of water before sinking into the sofa to rest.

To some, he may look like he was taking a breather, but he was in fact studying.

While he may look like he was napping with his belly exposed, in reality, he was absorbing the vast quantities of foreign language memories in his mind.

The reason for that was for him to prepare for the basis of creating his own arcane language. The arcane language was what you would call the runic system.

All these while, he was stuck using the runic system of Blackfeather City and had no way of modifying or correcting it. In reality, however, most mages, upon reaching a certain level, would be required to know how to create their own arcane language.

If they did not create their own, that meant they were reliant on the works of others, and that subsequently meant that even their defensive matrixes were someone else’s. That, for the lack of better words, meant that they were putting their lives in the control of others.

So, creating their own arcane language was something every mage in Blackfeather City would need to go through.

Only then would he fully understand and master the rituals and magic circles, and to ward against any eventualities.

He did not plan to entrust all of his hope on the summoning ritual being error-free.

After a short rest, Lin Sheng stood up and returned to the side of the matrix. He then pulled out the crystal that he had obtained earlier.

The crystal looked like your run of the mill crystals, unassuming, just like any other normal item.

Lin Sheng turned and threw that thing out of the window.

*Poff!!*

The crystal then disappeared before the half-opened window.

Lin Sheng quietly sat down, as he returned to the sofa, and put his hand into his pocket. The crystal was there, sitting snugly inside his pocket, identical to the one that he had just thrown.

Lin Sheng sighed as he pulled the crystal out again. Now that he had a brain full of knowledge, he was no longer the ancient language specialist like before.

“Imprinting is it? And a special imprint of a higher being…”

Based on the tenets of bioenergetics, the crystal was very similar to one of the markings they had encountered.

This mark was called the imprint, and while it may look like it was a physical imprint, it was actually an illusion that exists deep within the soul.

Aside from the imprinted body, no one else could touch the mark.

“A specialized imprint is mostly used to make keys or switches. But I have totally no idea what this crystal is for.”

Lin Sheng recalled that old dragon he had seen before. His instincts told him that it was a Crag Dragon, a pure and proper one!

“I don’t even know what this thing is capable of, or what use it is for. Guess I can only wait.”

Lin Sheng put back the crystal into his pocket as he started studying the Cultivation matrix once again.

*Beep…*

His handphone suddenly rang.

As he picked up the phone, he saw the number of his professor. After skipping classes for the past few days, it seemed like the professor was worried now.

Lin Sheng picked up the phone.

“Hello. Lin Sheng? Are you feeling much better? How’s your progress with your dark powers? Did you run into any problems?

I’ll be teaching about dark power’s potency and ductility and its research. Do you want to come and listen?” Auldmandiller asked carefully over the phone.

Lin Sheng was wondering who was the professor in this instance… and now that his Crag Dragon blood had stabilized over the past few days, it was indeed time for him to go back.

He came here not to just pass time, but to fully understand the dark power system, and unravel the secrets of the Palatinates.

Given that dark powers was the predominant field of this world, he had no reason to go against it.

“Alright, professor. I’ve rested up already. I’ll head over right away.” He quickly responded.

“Marvelous! It’s almost three already, but since you’re coming over, I’ll just slightly delay the afternoon class then to wait for you.”

Auldmandiller smiled.

“Okay, Sir.” Lin Sheng was not an ungrateful b*stard after all. If someone treated him well, he would reciprocate it.

After disconnecting the call, he quickly cleaned up the room and threw the rolled up matrix into the brazier by the corner of the room, and spat at it.

Spittle with trails of ember flew over.

*Vhoom!*

The brazier lit up as the dark flames immediately burnt everything within it into ash, all without damaging the brazier itself.

After that, Lin Sheng wiped out the data on the photocopier and printed a whole bunch of random notes as cover.

Once done, only did he put on a new jacket and left.

The fragments and the clothing he wore the other day had all been burnt clean by his dragon’s breath, with no traces left behind.

He then stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor as the elevator slowly made its way downwards.

But when it reached the second floor, it suddenly stopped.

*Ting…*

The elevator door slowly opened, and outside it stood a long-haired lady in a black office dress.

Her head was looking down as she stood there unmoving.

Lin Sheng frowned as he pressed the button.

*Tap, tap, tap.*

Even as he pressed it multiple times, the button simply flashed red, and nothing happened. The elevator just stood there, the door not closing.

Lin Sheng paused, as he slowly looked up at the lady, before flashing a gentle smile.

“You…”

“Ugh.”

The lady suddenly shuddered as she turned and ran.

Lin Sheng was rather astonished as this was the first time he saw a monster running away.

Alright, he should start using their proper name, the Shade.

That Shade was probably sent out to scout.

As he got to the first floor, Lin Sheng saw a large group of Shades wandering about, and that confirmed his theory.

The Shades were not unlike ghosts as they wandered among the populace in broad daylight.

Lin Sheng pretended to not notice them, as he made his way to the Soul Fortress.

As he exited the district, it was Shades all over the place.

Lin Sheng kept his eyes straight on the road as he quickly walked towards another entrance of the Soul fortress. That abandoned factory.

There were a few kids kicking football by the empty field beside the factory.

One of the boys kicked the ball a little too hard and almost hit Lin Sheng. He turned in that direction, and the boy who came running to collect the ball felt shivers down his spine and ran away in fear.