Extraordinary Puppet Master

October 3rd, 544th year of the Prosperous Calendar of the Sixth Age.

Brent Kingdom, Wayne, Pillow Street, Wesma Press.

Carlin handed a stack of manuscript copies to the middle-aged editor behind the desk: "Mr. Witte, this is a copy of my manuscript."

Werther took the manuscript, glanced at the title - "Oliver Twist", and began to read quickly.

Karin's expression was calm, and there was no shame in his heart as a copycat, and his thoughts gradually began to diverge.

Nineteen years ago, he traveled to this world and became a newborn baby. He was abandoned at the gate of the orphanage not long after his birth.

This was a hell of a start for him.

In the first nine years since he came to this world, he often jumped repeatedly across the line of death from hunger and coldness, making Carlin, a time traveler who had gone through nine years of compulsory education, abandon all illusions.

In this steampunk world that is similar to the Victorian era, if he does not quickly adapt to becoming a hypocritical person, let alone living until he is nine years old before being adopted, even if he has cheats, he may not even live to be five years old.

The protagonist Oliver Twister in "Oliver Twist" is his true childhood portrayal.

However, compared with Oliver, he is lucky.

His childhood life left a deep psychological shadow on him, making Carlin more utilitarian than in his previous life.

Compared with the gold pounds that can make life better and the "emotional power" required by plug-ins, the subtle guilt in my heart as a plagiarist is nothing.

"Karin, I can say without praise that you are the most talented young author I have ever seen."

At this moment, a word interrupted Carlin's divergent thoughts. Werther raised his head, adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked at Carlin with an expression of admiration.

Karin showed a humble smile: "No, compared with my father, my level is a joke."

"What pen name are you going to use for your first book?"

"Dickens."

After Carlin exchanged a few polite words with the unsmiling editor, he took out a brass pocket watch from his pocket and checked the time as if he remembered something.

"Mr. Witte, it's getting late, and my father is still waiting for me at home."

"Your father's body." Werther sighed softly after hearing this. He opened his mouth to say something, but finally changed his words, "Please give my regards to Mr. Westmin."

Karin was silent for a while before answering: "Definitely."

Disease is always the enemy of life, especially in this era where pus from a wound is considered to be a good sign of healing. A cold or cold may kill someone, let alone tuberculosis.

Carlin's adoptive father, Mr. Westminster, is now terminally ill. If he is lucky, he can survive for a few months. If he is not lucky, he may die in the next moment.

After bidding farewell to Mr. Witte, Carlin walked out of the door of the newspaper office and habitually took out the brass pocket watch and took a look at the time.

"Twelve twenty-six noon, I have to go home quickly to cook."

The sky in Wayne City made him feel gloomier than in the morning, but this did not hinder the flow of people on the street.

Decent gentlemen from the upper class, ladies in skirts with rouge and gouache on their faces, bloated housewives, barefoot newsboys carrying satchels, uniformed patrolmen, standing gas street lamps, whizzing carriages, that The mid-afternoon sky was overcast with smoke.

All of this makes up the bustling urban area of ​​Wayne, Brent Kingdom.

Carlin closed his pocket watch with a snap and strode towards a public double-decker carriage parked on the roadside not far away.

I looked around the roof of the carriage. There were not too many people, and there were still half of the empty seats. After paying the five pence fare, I directly climbed to the roof by pulling the railing behind the carriage and found an empty seat to sit down.

After the horse cawing, the things on both sides of the street quickly retreated in Karin's eyes.

In his sight, on the walls of the street buildings, copper pipes climbed up like vines and spider webs, shining with a metallic luster. One chimney after another spewed out smoke. This kind of scenery was stuck. Lin has long been used to it.

What is different from the previous life is that the underlying physical rules here seem to be unable to develop things like electric technology, so we are making great strides on the line of steam technology, and the technology tree does not have any twists and turns.

As the carriage got closer and closer to its destination, Karin, who was waiting boredly, parted with his mind and sank into an unknown space.

In the hazy darkness, a gray lake was outlined. In the center of the lake was a piece of land with a radius of more than ten meters.

There was originally nothing on the bare land, but after Karin's mind entered this space, an illusory body appeared.

As soon as my heart moved, a transparent panel appeared in front of me.

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Virtual Kingdom of God

Owner: Karin

Age: 19 years old

Extraordinary Level: Level 0 Mortal

Secret transmission: "Red Breathing Technique" (source: death, path: King of Fighters)

Secret History: Not opened

Learning: not enabled

Reserved divine power: 1319 rare divine power

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Looking at the word "extraordinary" on the panel, Karin's eyes burst out with deep desire.

This virtual kingdom of God was his plug-in, accompanying him to this world and allowing him to survive the most dangerous beginning in the orphanage.

The virtual kingdom of God can absorb a mysterious power from other people to form a gray lake surrounding the land, but it must talk about him, whether in the heart or on the lips. This mysterious power was named " The power of emotions”.

Thanks to the baptism of countless literary works before traveling, Carlin probably also figured out some basic operating mechanisms of the virtual kingdom of God.

It is very similar to the belief in gods in his previous literary works. Believers pray or chant about the gods to generate the power of faith, and after being refined and processed by the gods, the power of faith can become divine power.

Of course he cannot be a god now, but the virtual divine kingdom can refine divine power like the gods in those literary works, and it is also vegetarian.

The power of emotions generated by outsiders talking about him, whether positive or negative, can be used as the raw material "power of faith" to form the lake surrounding the land to continuously refine divine power.

However, it can be seen from the description of "thin divine power" in the panel that the virtual kingdom may be hindered by Carlin, an ordinary mortal, and its efficiency is not very high.

But even so, the thin divine power is still a priceless treasure in Karin's eyes.

Thanks to divine powers, he was able to survive in the orphanage without being killed, frozen, or starved to death as a child.

Over the years, Carlin has also explored the effects of divine power, and it is a panacea for him.

When you are hungry, injured, or sick, you can use your divine power to nourish your body.

When you exercise regularly, even damaged blood vessels can be repaired with divine power.

Eight years ago, he accidentally found a book called "The Red Breathing Method" at home.

When "Red Breathing Technique" appeared among the extraordinary skills on the panel, Karin immediately became excited.

There may really be something extraordinary in this world!

In the beginning, Carlin had no one to guide him and could only explore and exercise on his own. If other ordinary people practiced like this, his body would have collapsed.

And Karin, relying on the virtual kingdom of God, has no regard for whether his body can bear the food or not. As long as he can't die, he will practice to death, and if his body is broken, he will use divine power to treat it.

Not only will you recover quickly, but your body will also become stronger.

Relying on this extreme training method, it took him eight years to figure out a systematic and correct training method on his own.

Until now, Carlin's physical fitness has far exceeded the average of ordinary people, and is still some distance away from the limit of the human body.

But as time went by, Carlin felt like he was making less and less progress.

He felt that this breathing method might be missing some important parts. It should be about how ordinary people can step into the extraordinary. Otherwise, no matter how much you practice, it will only strengthen your body and cannot be called extraordinary.

A strong desire emerged in Karin's heart. Whether it was time travel, the virtual kingdom of God, or the "Red Breathing Method", they all indicated the existence of extraordinary things in this world.

Unfortunately, in the nineteen years since he came here, Karin has never seen any other extraordinary phenomena with his own eyes, if it were not for the existence of the "Red Breathing Method" and the virtual kingdom of God.

He may also subconsciously deny the existence of the extraordinary in this world.

Karin withdrew his attention, and his vision began to bump along with the carriage again.

"Killing people——"

Suddenly, an exclamation and a harsh whistle on the roadside attracted Carlin's attention, and he quickly turned his attention to the source of the sound.

I saw a young man in overalls lying in a pool of blood, surrounded by a huge crowd, and a uniformed patrolman blowing his whistle.

The carriage was speeding down the street, and this scene quickly flashed by, but the transparent soul that flew out of the man who fell to the ground was clearly visible to Karin.

Soon the soul of the man in overalls dissipated completely.

Carlin frowned: "Why do you feel that the public security in Wayne City is getting worse and worse this year, with murders happening in the street at noon?"

He decided to go to those crowded places as little as possible in the next period of time.

Karin didn't feel much about the death of life. Only the soul of the dead would make him pay more attention.

Recalling the scene that almost flashed away, Karin sighed heavily again.

“I have a strong body and can see the souls of the dead, but I am still just an ordinary mortal.

When can I become a true transcendent? "

Just as he sighed in his heart, the public carriage sped for a while and then stopped again.

Carlin took advantage of this gap to get out of the car and walked towards a two-story apartment, which was his home.

The streets are still noisy, and compared to the entire city, Carlin is as inconspicuous as a drop of water flowing into the sea.

Carlin took out the key and opened the cold brass latch and chain, passed by the neat foyer and entered a bedroom on the second floor.

The bedroom was fairly tidy and clean, and the bell-mouthed gas lamp on the desk gave off an orange glow, dispelling the gloom created by the lack of external light in the room.

But then Carlin's pupils shrank immediately. He saw a middle-aged man with a withered face lying motionless on the desk, which gave him a bad feeling.

He quickly came to the desk, tremblingly stretched out his right hand to explore the man's neck.

It was obviously only a short distance of less than thirty centimeters, but it seemed that all his strength had been exhausted. After an unknown amount of time, his right hand finally rested on the middle-aged man's neck artery.

Feeling the motionless arteries, although he knew that this day would come sooner or later, a trace of sadness finally appeared on Carlin's face when he really faced it.

"Father, have a good journey."

If there was anyone in the world who was really kind to him, apart from Mr. Westmin, he really couldn't find anyone else.

Mr. Westmin is a well-known writer in Wayne City. Although his income from publishing novels cannot be compared with those of the upper-class nobles, his annual average income of six hundred gold pounds is more than 99% of the people in Wayne City.

It's a pity that the divine power refined by the virtual kingdom can only be used on himself, and cannot even be released externally, otherwise he would have restored Mr. Westmin's health long ago.

After a while, Karin moved his eyes and picked up a piece of paper covered with writing on the desk.

"Karin, please forgive me for leaving you so early."