When Tang Ling left the Mysterious Store, it was still evening in Safety Sector No. 17.
The dark sky in the alleyway and the wind that blew felt no different from before he arrived.
When he turned around, the incongruous wooden house was already gone. From an outsider's point of view, Tang Ling was just a lost teenager standing at the end of the alleyway.
"In the real dream, life and death are separated by a thin line. I hope I can see you again. "
It was the last thing Kun said to Tang Ling. After that, he pushed Tang Ling out of the Mysterious Store with a gentle force before he could even resist.
So, what was the real dream? How cruel was it?
Tang Ling strode towards his temporary room, but his eyes were empty.
He was unable to digest so much information in a short time, nor did he care about the cruelty of the next dream entry.
There was only one word that lingered in his mind — era.
Indeed, what kind of era was this?
It was the crudest and simplest life in the settlement, only slightly better than a beast's.
The bomb in Quark's hand, the Desert Eagle, revealed the old civilization.
Inside the Mysterious Store, everything that was exaggerated far exceeded the civilization power that Quark grasped.
Was it just a small wooden house? How big was the space inside? The 15 seconds of movement and the endless wooden cabinets gave people the illusion of being subverted.
How did it appear? How could it not be noticed by others?
There were a lot of questions that he could not think about. Whenever he thought about it, Tang Ling felt like he was being torn apart by the era. It was like the difference between a person standing at the bottom and a person standing at the top. The difference was not a distance but millions of years that he could not break through.
So, what kind of era was this?
Numbly, Tang Ling entered the house. The evening sky gradually darkened and the Purple Moon appeared outside the window. The faint moonlight spilled down and enveloped Tang Ling's figure in front of the window, casting a heavy black silhouette.
It was like a giant question mark.
Loneliness would make a person more helpless and lost. Yearning would then drill into his mind.
When he thought of his grandmother and sister again, Tang Ling came back from the tearing thoughts. He suppressed the pain and stood up.
As a matter of fact, ever since the tragedy that night, Tang Ling's world was toppled repeatedly. Just when he thought he could accept everything and was no longer shocked, something even more shocking happened.
"So, I guess I still need to know more." Tang Ling stood up. The more he realized how small he was, the more helpless he felt in the face of this era.
As for revenge, was it as easy as he had imagined?
After he washed his face, his eyes finally landed on the piece of Level 3 vicious beast meat that he placed on the bedside table.
This was his reward, a reward that he had obtained after enduring enormous mental pressure and being covered in scars in the dream.
It was precious, but only by turning it into power could he grow.
He would never forget the taste of Su Yao's pot of meat soup!
His weak self was filled up. Strands of power flowed through his body, and then his body was scorching hot.
His rapid recovery had even surpassed his previous peak.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to get through the dream so smoothly.
If dreams could be reflected in reality, then reality would also be reflected in dreams.
Tang Ling was unusually certain about the knowledge. Only those who had entered the dream would understand the subtleties of the dream.
With that in mind, Tang Ling calmly picked up the piece of meat and tore a very small piece of meat from it.
However, when he thought about the stinging pain from drinking the meat soup, he carefully tore another thin piece of meat from the meat and put it into his mouth. He did not even taste it before he swallowed it.
The portion was almost negligible.
However, the moment it entered his stomach, he felt a ball of heat rapidly forming in his abdomen. It exploded in an instant like a burning flame that filled his entire body in an instant. It started to flow violently in his limbs and bones.
"Ugh!" A tremendous pain along with a scorching and tearing sensation engulfed Tang Ling.
Even though he was mentally prepared, he could not help but cry out loud. He curled up on the floor, his skin red like a cooked shrimp.
One thing worth noting was that even after eating the big pot of meat soup that Su Yao brought, the pain was not even a tenth of the pain he was feeling right now.
All Tang Ling could do was clench his teeth and endure it.
Was he being a little too abrupt?
The temperature was still rising rapidly while the energy flowed even faster. It felt like a scorching hot knife was slicing his flesh bit by bit before drilling into his bone marrow. The pain was so excruciating that Tang Ling almost fainted.
However, based on his Precision Instinct, Tang Ling could feel that his strength was increasing amid the intolerable pain.
His bones were tougher, his muscles were stronger and more flexible, and even his blood was thicker. The murmuring of his blood sounded like liquid metal.
"I'll endure it!" Tang Ling punched the ground.
"Argh!" He clenched his fists and punched again. "I'll endure it!"
Tang Ling roared. His sweaty hair stuck to his forehead and his eyes were as vicious as a wolf's.
He wanted power! He wanted revenge!
Time was ticking away at this moment. After an unknown amount of time, the heat finally subsided and the rapidly flowing energy started to slow down.
Tang Ling heaved a long sigh of relief. He was still lying on the ground. The resistance just now had exhausted him to the point that he did not even want to move a finger.
However, in his heart, he did not feel happy at all. "Why can I only absorb a small part of the energy?"
His Precise Instinct allowed him to clearly sense that most of the energy was discharged from his body through his pores and dissipated into the air.
"There must be a way to not waste it at all, right? What is it? "Tang Ling was lost in his thoughts as his depleted stamina started to recover bit by bit.
It was at that moment that the door to Tang Ling's room was opened and footsteps were heard.
With a squeak, the door was pushed open. It was Su Yao with a cigarette in his mouth.
He glanced over at Tang Ling who was lying on the ground and did not seem to care. On the other hand, Tang Ling struggled to get up from the ground. He had a lot of questions in his heart that he wanted to ask Su Yao even though the man was still a stranger to him.
Nevertheless, the little bit of gratitude made Tang Ling trust Su Yao a little.
Moreover, Tang Ling had no one to talk to, yet Su Yao seemed to know a lot.
Su Yao did not care about Tang Ling. Instead, he picked up the Level 3 vicious beast meat on the table, weighed it in his hand, and put it down.
"Level 3 vicious beast meat. Not bad, kid. I can only get a few pieces in a year." Su Yao spoke casually. He did not even turn around to look at Tang Ling. He leaned back on the sofa and puffed the cigarette in silence.
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