The Master of the Strange Realm

She saw Jenkins' cat:

"Saint William, is there any similarity between the black cat in your dream and the cat you raise?"

"Do you mean that you dream about something during the day? Oh, no, there is no connection between Chocolate and the black cat."

Jenkins shook his head decisively. The black cat in the dream was fierce and scary, but Chocolate was petite and soft. The two were not the same at all.

"So, what was the order of time when you raised this cat and dreamed of the black cat?"

Jenkins really hadn't thought about this question, so he gave the answer after careful recollection:

"It seems that it was after I adopted Chocolate that I gradually began to dream about the cat."

The woman nodded, turned around and exchanged glances with her companions. Jenkins originally just wanted to use this topic to start the topic of dreaming, but now he also became interested in the black cat.

Thinking about it carefully, it is indeed very unreasonable to dream about the cat frequently, but he actually had no intention of solving this mystery before, which is very abnormal in itself.

"May I ask what extraordinary abilities your pet cat has?"

"Are you trying to say that the reason why I have been dreaming about the same cat for a year but have not been hurt except for the fight in the dream is because it was a prank of Chocolate?"

"Meow~"

Chocolate called softly, trying to show his innocence.

"Actually, I don't know what abilities it has. So far, it has shown invisibility, strong physical fitness, etc., which are not important. As for whether it can enter dreams, at least I think it can't."

"Then is it possible that your cat actually has an unknown and strange bloodline?"

The woman asked again, but Jenkins still couldn't explain it clearly. After all, Chocolate was picked up and couldn't trace the bloodline of the previous generation. And from the appearance, it is just an ordinary cat, without any precious bloodline. In addition, the intervention of the animal intelligence enlightenment potion on growth makes it difficult to say where Chocolate's specialness comes from.

Seeing that the known information is still unclear, the believers of the dream god proposed to do a simple hypnosis for Jenkins and look for clues in his dreams. Unusual dreams always leave traces, and finding traces of these dreams is exactly what these people are good at.

Jenkins didn't think he could be hypnotized, but since the other party wanted to try it, he was happy to cooperate.

After finding a recliner, Jenkins put the chocolate on the table beside him, lay on the chair, and drank a cup of transparent green potion that smelled like jasmine tea as required. Afterwards, he was not forced to look at the pocket watch that was swinging back and forth, but listened carefully to a soothing music played by the phonograph.

"What do I need to do, just lie down?"

He asked.

"Relax your mind and take this."

The woman stuffed a burning candle into Jenkins, which was actually blue and smelled of spices when it burned:

"This is B-02-5-3839 [Light of Dreams], the most important numbered item in our cult's collection. It can help you fall asleep smoothly, so that we can guide you to seek the truth of the dream."

"Will you be unable to wake up after falling asleep?"

Jenkins asked.

"No, use this potion and candle to help you fall asleep. Just blow out the candle and you will wake up."

Jenkins nodded, and lay down quietly holding the candle as requested by the believers of the dream. After closing his eyes, he still had no sleepiness, but as the inexplicable music flowed into his ears, the drowsy feeling actually appeared.

"It's amazing. You really can't underestimate anyone."

He thought to himself, and didn't resist the sleepiness, so he fell asleep quickly.

Because dreams are related to the thoughts of the dreamer, they sometimes present some abnormal postures. After Jenkins fell asleep, he realized that he was dreaming. He looked at the surrounding street scenes and confirmed that he was standing not far from his father's antique shop.

"This seems to be the entrance position when I entered the possibility three times in a row in the strange world last time."

He thought to himself, and then patiently waited for the believers of the God of Dreams to guide him. But after waiting for a while, nothing happened. He tilted his head and thought for a while. The Eye of Truth opened and saw a faint black aura all over the ground.

The action of opening the Eye of Truth seemed to poke open a thin film that was not clear, and more details of the dream world were opened to Jenkins. The gauze was removed from his eyes, and the barrier that blocked his five senses also quickly melted away.

Section 2038 Chapter 2008 Mechanical Fantasy

He raised his nose and smelled not the gray fog in Nolan's air, but the smell of burning tobacco and engine oil.

Then he saw pedestrians finally appear on the deserted street, but no matter what everyone was doing, they were smoking and spewing yellow smoke into the air.

"No way... Is this good luck or bad luck?"

Jenkins coughed a few times because of the smoke in the air:

"Damn, it must be bad luck."

Just as Jenkins figured out that he had inexplicably fallen into the huge dream where the difference engine was, the believers of the God of Dreams in the real Sage Church also discovered the problem.

The Son of God William was indeed hypnotized successfully and fell asleep, but no one could communicate with him in the dream. Everyone originally thought that this was because the Son of God's mental power was too great and he would instinctively refuse to be disturbed in his sleep.

But further inspection attempts found that things did not seem so simple. Some panicked people immediately wanted to extinguish the candle and wake up Jenkins. But no matter what they did, the flame of the candle did not move at all. Even if they pressed the flame on the blue candle with their fingers and pinched the candle wick with their fingers, it only deformed the flame and could not extinguish the flame.

"Meow?"

The cat on the table noticed the problem here, jumped from the table to the ground, and then trotted a few steps to Jenkins. Sniffed the candle and coughed violently like Jenkins in the dream at this moment.

Turned around and ran out of the room. A few minutes later, Alexia brought Miss Befanna and the other two demigods of the church to the scene.

"What happened to Jenkins?"

Miss Befanna asked about the situation, and the team of scribes behind her had surrounded the room. While the believers of the God of Dreams were sweating and explaining the situation, Alexia came to Jenkins who was half lying on the recliner.

First, she tried to pull the candle out of his hand, but the blue object did not move at all. She lifted her right hand forward, and a sky-blue translucent cube appeared in Alexia's hand. As the cube disintegrated into a magic cube, the 9×9×9 cube spun rapidly in her hand, driving a piece of runes and mathematical symbols that only she could understand to flash in her eyes.

"Jenkins should be in that huge dream."

She quickly came to a conclusion.

"Can he wake up now?"

Miss Befanna asked hurriedly, but Alexia regretfully said that she was not proficient in the ability of dreams.

So the demigod of the Sage Church looked at the believers of the God of Dreams with a bad face. People whose luck was probably worse than Jenkins could only say that they would do their best to rescue the Son of the Sage as soon as possible.

The flow rate of dreams is usually different from the flow rate of time in reality. While the Sage Church caused a commotion because of Jenkins's dream, Jenkins had already been traveling around the city of Nolan in the dream world.

This is not a dream that belongs exclusively to the difference machine, but a dream that is jointly formed by many people who smoke tobacco and the difference machine. The difference machine relies on its power to occupy the greatest initiative in the dream world. This is reflected in the dream that many things that do not exist in reality appear in Nolan in the dream world.

The sky is slightly yellow, as if the clouds are dyed. The city's skyline is composed of those towering chimneys and the black smoke that is constantly spit out and drifting to the north with the wind. On the streets and walls, the denser network of steam pipes is trying to connect everything together. The buildings are directly connected in the sky with dense and slender pipes. No matter which store you look at through the window, you can see the steam engine with a complex mechanical structure inside, which is constantly generating steam and transporting it to the distance through pipes.

The huge factory roar can be clearly heard in any corner of the city. The whole city is like a factory that has been turned on and will never stop. People and machines are producing thick fog, creating pollution, and are immersed in this hazy city shrouded in smog.

Looking up at the direction of the city center, what is standing there is no longer a metal black tower, nor even the original Nolan clock tower, but a suspended building complex like a palace.

The palace building is brass-colored, and the lines on the surface are all straight, without any curved corners or decorations. From bottom to top, the area decreases layer by layer, and it becomes a complete triangle at the top. It looks like a broken pyramid, and it looks like a temple built with brick and stone structures by ancient primitive tribes.

At the current location, you can barely see the operating mechanical structures outside the palace, and you can also see the vertical elevators used to transport personnel and materials from the ground.

The steam transported by pipelines in the city's underground, sky, and streets and alleys is all transported to this brass palace. The dense pipelines cover the city like a spider web, sucking all the energy and enthusiasm in the city.

Higher up was the dim yellow sky, and under the sky, several huge brass-colored metal whales swam with the dirty yellow clouds. The giant whale was made up of dense metal parts, and the gray mist from the giant whale's jet continued to join the increasingly choking air. Just now, outside, Jenkins saw this kind of thing through the hole in the ritual node.

Jenkins was shocked by this shocking scene, but at the same time he also roughly understood that the appearance of the differential engine in the dream was most likely in the brass palace building in the city center.

He tried to get out of the dream, and then found that he couldn't do it at all. And because he entered here without any preparation, he didn't have the metal block that sealed the divinity and the potion in his hand.

But it didn't matter, he was actually the most powerful in the soul state. Without the constraints of the weak body, he could better exert his strength.

Because it was a dream that showed his own attitude, the image at this moment was black hair and black pupils. So, without putting on a black robe to disguise himself, Jenkins walked directly to the city center.

The God of Lies looked the same the last time he fought with the Difference Engine in the huge brass door. But Jenkins was sure that the other party did not dare to observe his image at that time, so Jenkins' image was completely safe. No one except Chocolate would know who this face belonged to.

He probably guessed the state of the Difference Engine at this time. Since the other party did not react for such a long time after the "outsider" broke into the dream, it meant that the other party was not completely awake in the dream.

In order to obtain the soul, there must be sacrifices, so this gave Jenkins an opportunity.

The space of the dream is different from the real space. Jenkins felt that he just turned the corner at the corner and saw the bridge across the Westminster River. Then he walked along the road connected to the bridge for less than 100 steps, and the block where the Civic Square was located was already in front of him.

Chapter 2039 Chapter 2009 Dream of Lies (Part 1)

"Speaking of which, since this is a dream..."

Seeing that the destination was right in front of him, Jenkins stopped temporarily and tried to imagine an apple falling in front of him, but this fantasy did not become a reality. It stands to reason that [Reading and Writing] + [Creation Pencil] can play a more convenient role in dreams, but at this moment, the facts remind Jenkins that this is not an ordinary dream.

Continuing to move forward, the bottom of the huge floating metal city appeared in front of him little by little. The bottom of the floating palace is about ten stories high from the ground. There are hundreds of elevators on the ground connected to the palace. The elevators at the edge of the huge shadow of the palace can allow goods or passengers to board the outer perimeter of the floating palace, while the elevators in the shadow allow users to enter the palace.

Those metal elevators look extremely simple, and even make Jenkins doubt the principle of this thing. From the outside, the entire structure of the elevator has only five parts, four of which are four slender metal rods arranged in a square, connecting the ground and the palace above. The fifth part is a huge metal plate connected to the metal rod horizontally.

There is a slightly raised part in the center of the metal plate, like a button that has been magnified dozens of times. Jenkins saw that as long as the goods or people stepped on or pressed the protrusion, the metal plate that was still on the ground would automatically rise.

If it weren't for the wonderful patterns on the surface of the metal plate showing its extraordinary performance, Jenkins would even doubt that this dream world does not conform to mechanical principles at all.

Fortunately, it seems that at least the surface idealism and materialism rules are the same as the real world. This means that although the difference engine in the dream is not completely awake, it is not completely dreaming. It is definitely like Jenkins at this time, at least partially aware that this is a dream.

Jenkins chose the elevator on the edge, stepped on the metal plate, and gently stepped on the round brass button raised in the center. With a heavy sound that did not match the volume of the button itself, the metal plate shook violently, and then carried Jenkins upwards at a very fast speed.

Looking down at Nolan from above, the familiar city has an unfamiliar appearance because of the interweaving of pipelines. Even though the city has a large population and stronger and more factories, Jenkins inexplicably feels that everything he sees is lifeless.

This may be related to the dim sky. This color makes him feel that this dream city is gradually decaying.

The elevator went up very fast. After a few seconds, he was already standing in the alley outside the palace. He touched the inclined and straight walls around him and confirmed again that this floating pyramid-shaped palace building was made of pure metal.

Out of curiosity, he tapped the wall lightly with his fingers. But probably because this was a dream, he did see some internal structures, but only on the shallow surface. The deeper part seemed to be shrouded in gray fog. He knew there was a deeper part but couldn't see it.

Moving horizontally along the alley, he soon saw the stairs that could lead up. Just like walking in a cube maze, he kept circling upwards. It took him some time to finally reach the top floor.

The top floor looked like a standard triangle from below, but only after climbing up did he know that the outer periphery of the triangle was a wall similar to an illusion. The inside could not be seen from the outside, but the outside could be seen from the inside.

Touching the seemingly solid wall made of reddish-brown bricks with his hand, it was like passing through a layer of warm water film and finally reached the top floor.

The top floor was a huge sacrificial site. When Jenkins came here, no one stopped him. He hesitated and looked inside the wall. After making sure there was no danger, he stepped onto the floor tiles made of parallelogram-shaped metal blocks.

On the platform stood square columns of different heights, with gear-shaped runes on the surface of the columns and floor tiles. In the center of the platform, there was a raised round platform that looked like the sealed [A4 type arithmetic auxiliary external machine], with incomprehensible runes and symbolic symbols flashing on the surface of the round platform.

However, at the bottom of the round platform, dozens of pipes less than the thickness of a little finger were deeply inserted into the floor tiles, like blood vessels. The material of these slender pipes could not be distinguished by the naked eye, but they were translucent. Jenkins could see the rusty yellow liquid constantly flowing from under the floor tiles through the pipes to the round platform.

He thought for a moment, then walked to the side of the round platform and knocked on it:

"Is anyone there?"

After saying that, he immediately took a step back. The light on the symbols and runes on the surface of the circular platform gradually gathered to the center of the circular platform as Jenkins stepped back. The light of the runes disappeared instantly, and at the same time, dots of blue fluorescence appeared on the entire surface of the table.

Then a white beam of light spurted out from the altar, and the glow flickered under the decaying yellow sky. In the beam of light, a human head slowly emerged. The only facial features of the head were the ears, and there was no trace of eyebrows. The eyes, mouth, and nose seemed to be covered with a layer of paper.

In other words, this was a faceless man.

"You finally woke up."

Before the other party spoke, Jenkins spoke first, and then before the other party asked, he spoke again:

"It took so long, and I finally saw you. How is it, how is this dream?"

"Very good."

The sound of mechanical friction formed this word.

"So, do you know you are dreaming now?"

"Of course I know."

"So, do you know that you have been trapped in the dream for thousands of years?"

"I don't know."

Perhaps because the main body is a machine, it does not have too many emotions. Even in the face of such surprising words, it simply gives its own answer.

The simple conversation made Jenkins understand that his guess was correct. The difference machine was in a semi-awake state in the dream, knowing that it was dreaming but not knowing the reality. This is probably the price. If you want to fully experience the dream and give birth to your own soul, you must pay a price.

"You are probably in a semi-awake state now? You know that you are awake, but you can't fully understand this world."

If the other party is fully awake, Jenkins will definitely not have the opportunity to come here, but should be chased by countless monsters in the dream world, running around in the city.

"So who are you, are you here to wake me up?"

The mechanical voice asked slowly.

"No, I'm not here to wake you up."

Jenkins doesn't believe that the difference machine will rashly enter the dream and think that no one can break into the dream. Since it didn't know everything at the moment, the other party must have guarded against the possibility of being attacked from the dream when it was briefly lost in the dream. Therefore, Jenkins couldn't say anything that might cause hostility.

He wanted to try another way to see if the other party was easy to deceive.

"As for me, I am you."

He said calmly.

"Then who am I?"