Nightmare’s Call

Chapter 292: Contact: Part 2

With rock dragon bloodline, holy power and dark energy increasing strength concurrently, Lin Sheng needed a reference target to test his strength. But the problem was, those beings around him were either too wimpy or too powerful for him. Just like his first sparring with Margaret. Although she was hiding half of her strength, Lin Sheng did not feel like she was his match.

Under the reverent gaze of the other students, Lin Sheng went back to his room. “Should I reveal part of my strength to compete for the ranking?” He pondered. Not that he craved for the material reward coming with the ranking. It worried him to reveal too much as this could have an adverse impact on him.

“Forget it. I’d just be myself. Being too careful would instead attract too much unwanted attention. And I still have room for improvement. No hurry.” He then continued to digest the memories he had sorted out earlier.

Digesting the memories by the thousand would not be easy. By using keywords as filter earlier, he had managed to absorb a small part of them. But Lin Sheng could select what was useful to him now because he had time.

After absorbing the memory fragments from the research lab and backed by his accumulated knowledge, Lin Sheng learned about the shades and more about the dark energy. He had also figured out what caused the body to limit energy growth.

The dragon blood, the badass lineage, gave him extraordinary control over his body. He could also use the holy power, a kind of mind power, as antithesis reference verification. Using his holy power, Lin Sheng had spent the past few days materializing a superfine surgical tool. He then cut out a little dark energy as seed.

He controlled the Rock Dragon blood with careful calculation, and after diluting it several times, he let out a drop as a primer to devour and absorb the dark-energy seed.

Now both substances had become thin in quantity and quality. Using the knowledge that he had learned and a special observation technique invented by researcher Lien, Lin Sheng found out the dark energy’s growing process. As amazing as the transition was, it showed that the core comprising human’s mind power only formed a small part of dark energy. The rest came from the outside.

Lin Sheng also had his mind on the holy power. As the inverse side of dark energy, did holy power has a similar nature and effect? If mind power formed a small part of holy power, then from where the rest of the holy power came? The questions had aroused Lin Sheng’s strong interest.

After having a crash course on the basic science, his scientific research knowledge expanded. Even his thinking became even more agile and his memory enhanced after an uplift in the Rock Dragon bloodline.

Lin Sheng packed his stuff and left the Soul Fortress. In the mysterious realm outside, he rang up Adolf. He needed a new place to stay, which would double as a research lab, and some high-precision equipment. This puzzled Adolf, but still faithfully carried out the order.

While waiting for Adolf to get his things done, Lin Sheng returned to his rented house. Just as he was about to get down to meditate, the doorbell rang. This was weird, Lin Sheng thought. He had only rented the house a few days ago, and he was sure he had not known anyone in the neighborhood. So who was outside the door? He went up, twisted the knob to open the door.

Three tall, burly men with knotted muscles on their faces were standing outside. Lin Sheng saw tattoos on their body. They wore a singlet and jeans, as if that would help in a fight, and wielded a black baseball bat in their hands.

“Who are you looking for?” Lin Sheng scanned the surroundings and found that there was no one else except the three persons.

“Are you Lin Sheng?” The leading brawny mean fished out a photo from his pocket and checked it against Lin Sheng’s face.

“Yes, I am. You are?”

“We are…” As the leading man smiled and lifted his hand, the baseball bat in his hand separated in half to reveal a black gun barrel. Fire burst out around the muzzle with a loud bang as a bullet shot straight at Lin Sheng’s chest.

Sparks flew. The bullet hit a green crystal, which shattered upon impact but deflected the bullet.

Before Lin Sheng had even done anything, the three men were already quaking in their boots as plumes of black smoke rose and materialized into three vault guards behind them. Knocked on the back of their heads, the three men fell unconscious to the ground with three loud thuds. Lin Sheng had them dragged into the house before shutting the door.

After a while, Lin Sheng reemerged from the house. Following him were the three burly men, their face pale. With no torture but just a little sanctum occult technique, the three had divulged everything.

Just like Lin Sheng had guessed, the one behind this was the would-be-rapist whom he had broken half of his bones—the one guy who wanted to force himself on Fiona that day.

“But I have to say that this Karin family has an impressive network of intel and influence. I’ve just rented this house recently and you guys have found me.” Their swift action had caught Lin Sheng’s interest.

“Well, we can pretty much find anyone if the immigration has the personal file of the person,” one man said.

“But something puzzled us. Just when we thought of getting some contacts to find… find you, someone called.” Another man revealed.

Flinching was the gangsters’ only reaction when confronting someone who could even block a bullet. Miga had many Transcendents. The gangsters knew it. They even had a few Transcendents in their gang as insurance, just in case. But unlike Xilin, Miga had too many Transcendents. The Transcendents had crossed paths with the human world many times. It was not an uncommon phenomenon. Knowing what the Transcendents could do, they cringed.

“Do you know the caller?” asked Lin Sheng.

“Nope. But I know a place, someone knows it!” One man, bald, answered.

“Come back with the answer before this time tomorrow. If I don’t see you all returning by then, you all don’t have to come back anymore.” Lin Sheng had planted a dark-energy crystal in their heads. If they were to do anything stupid, the implanted crystals would blow their heads off. And using the sanctum’s occult technique, Lin Sheng had turned them into his informants among the mortals.

“Understood, Your Excellency!” The three men ran as fast as they could as if their arses were on fire. They each hopped onto a motorcycle parked not far away and sped off, never daring to look back at Lin Sheng again. But Lin Sheng could not have cared less.

“No. 245, Black Street, Golden Dragon District,” he told the driver as he hopped on a cab.

“Sit tight,” the driver replied.

Fastening his seatbelt, Lin Sheng gazed at the scenes outside the window as the cab hustled along. His destination was the base of the Sect of Thousand Graces. This time, he was confident about catching up with it. The place was well concealed and having many members, so shifting the base to another location in short notice would not be easy as that would attract the attention of other dark-energy forces.