The journey out of the Munitions Factory was as smooth as Silvan had predicted.
When the two of them arrived at the entrance, Silvan casually tapped the mirror-like light screen. It instantly shattered into countless silver spots and disappeared into the air in the blink of an eye.
They first went to a nearby checkpoint. After they finished the checkpoint, Lin Sanjiu, who had not slept for the whole night and had experienced a few dangerous situations, was exhausted. She couldn't help leaning her forehead against the checkpoint that sold ice cream and exhaled deeply.
She knew that Reverie Libretto was not a place to relax, but she really wished that she could lie down and take a nap. Perhaps, Exodus had spoiled her too much.
Along the way, even though the two of them received countless gazes, all of them were unquestionably focused on Silvan alone. When Lin Sanjiu walked beside him, she seemed to have turned into a shadow under a lampshade. No one could see her.
"The Munitions Factory is a very interesting place. It's a pity that I can't bring you around this time," Silvan said as they walked, "If there's a chance, I'll bring you back again."
Lin Sanjiu tilted her head slightly and glanced at the tall war hammer behind her from the corner of her eyes. A group of tourists walked past the two of them, chattering as they walked towards the direction of the munitions factory. It did make her a little envious.
There was no one in the Twelve Worlds who wasn't curious about the Munitions Factory. However, after what happened today, she didn't even have the chance to join this kind of sightseeing group.
"Then, you'll have to wait until Levensu gives up on my mission, right?"
Silvan snorted through his nose. "Or when the combat department is back in my hands."
"Returns to you?" Lin Sanjiu couldn't help glancing at him. The sunlight from the transparent dome of the heaven district fell on his silhouette, causing his blond hair to sparkle. She averted her eyes and asked, "I thought that your positions were arranged by someone else …"
"Normally, that's the case," Silvan shrugged, his dark red epaulet glinting slightly. "But one day, I was suddenly transferred to the Security Department, and Levensu took over my position. Before that day, no one had seen him. No one knew who he was. I've been investigating him for a long time, but to no avail. I couldn't even find a single person who's seen or heard of him. Even the consular officer system doesn't have his information. Just like that, a person who suddenly appeared out of nowhere took over my position under the direct order of the board of directors. "
"Even the consular officer system doesn't have it —?" Lin Sanjiu was shocked, "How is that possible?"
Li Wensu might not have just been born in this world!
Silvan turned his head and looked at Lin Sanjiu. His green eyes were startlingly clear under the sunlight.
Even when discussing such a matter, his voice was very gentle and pleasant. "I think Li Wensu Jiang might be a fake name, or someone might have used some unknown method to cover up his previous traces. Strange, why did he have to hide his identity? There were only two violent departments in the Munitions Factory, and the conflicts and personal grudges between them had been brought to the surface. This may not be a coincidence … Oh, here comes the car. "
The train flew high above their heads, spiraling down and disappearing into the depths of the ground. A metal train stopped in front of the two of them, and they entered the carriage. It was said that the train would bring the passengers all the way down and eventually spit them back to the surface.
The carriage was empty, and there were no seats. When the train plunged down, it suddenly became very dark. There were only a few weak lights that seemed like they would go out at any moment, swaying along with the train. In the fast-moving train, the darkness seemed to come alive. It flickered on and off, making everyone look like they weren't themselves.
Lin Sanjiu steadied herself with some difficulty and asked, "Are you saying that the higher-ups want you to monitor each other and keep each other in check? Who are the higher-ups? "
"A few fellows who always have an oversensitive sense of danger." In the darkness, she seemed to see Silvan shake his head. "If I can't find out anything about Levensu Jiang's background, I might have to go to Reverie Libretto."
His words stirred Lin Sanjiu's thoughts once again.
Silvan had given her a brief introduction to Reverie Libretto, but when she saw the pocket dimension with her own eyes, she couldn't help being shocked.
She had seen many "wild" pocket dimensions in apocalyptic worlds, but this was the first time she saw a pocket dimension that operated under the supervision of the Twelve Worlds Centrum. About a few hundred meters away from the real entrance, the uphill road was littered with all kinds of stalls, trying to attract the posthumans who were heading to the pocket dimension. The posthumans walked in groups of twos and threes. Some of them were so nervous that their faces were pale. Some of them walked hurriedly and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Most of them just walked and browsed through the stalls beside them.
If it weren't for the bright yellow warning signs that indicated the location of the pocket dimension, Reverie Libretto, every few meters along the road, Lin Sanjiu would have thought that they were at the entrance of a park.
"Why are there stalls here?"
"You see, I made the right choice to come with you, didn't I?" Silvan was like a big child. There was a hint of pride in his almost dazzling smile. "Reverie Libretto is very famous in Heaven Underworld. Every day, people come here to try their luck. Because of these visitors, a market has gradually formed here. "
"The necessities of Reverie Libretto," a vendor who was pushing a glass cabinet greeted her when he saw Lin Sanjiu walking toward him. "Come and have a look, I —" Before he could finish his sentence, he raised his head and saw Silvan. He was tongue-tied for a few seconds. While he was speechless, Lin Sanjiu moved closer to the glass cabinet.
Inside the cabinet was a row of handwritten manuscripts of varying thickness tied together with string. The contents of each manuscript were different, but the titles were more eye-catching than the others.
"Nineteen Entries, Nineteen Exits, the Secret to His Victory in Reverie Libretto!"
"What I Brought Out from Reverie Libretto, Miss Yimei's Experience."
"Love in a Nightmare, Entanglement of Soul and Escape from Death."
Just as Lin Sanjiu finished reading the covers of the first few manuscripts, a few more glass cabinets appeared. From the looks of it, the stall owners were just as ordinary people as the first one. Even though the items in the cabinets were mostly the same, the more Lin Sanjiu looked at them, the harder it was for her to decide. She felt that every single one of the manuscripts was very important and that she should buy them all.
"Reverie Libretto: Top 10 Hidden Settings You Must Know."
"The Key to Bringing Out the Right Item from Reverie Libretto: An Interview with the Twelve Worlds Boss."
"Top Secret! Puppeteer's Reverie Libretto Experience. "
Just as she reached for the last manuscript, Silvan suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the circle of glass cabinets.
"As long as 70% of these so-called strategies are real and 30% fake, you will lose your life in the pocket dimension." He turned around and glanced at the last glass cabinet. "They might not have the intention to harm you, but these manuscripts have been passed down from generation to generation. I don't think they know how reliable the items they sell are. Come, let me bring you to buy them. "
Under his guidance, Lin Sanjiu bought a lip-shaped 200ml waterskin, a can of hot coffee, and a pair of duck webbed watershoes.
As Lin Sanjiu continued to walk forward, the question of "Why did she buy a pair of water slippers?" grew stronger and stronger. The closer they got to the pocket dimension, the more posthumans stood by the roadside and took off their clothes, revealing their swimsuits underneath. Perhaps it was because the weather was a little cold, most of the swimsuits were long sleeves and long pants. Some of them even carried a plastic bag with a strap and stuffed all their clothes and shoes into the bag.
Silvan stopped when he saw a warning sign that read "Pocket Dimension 'Reverie Libretto' 30 meters ahead."
"I can't go any further," he smiled at Lin Sanjiu. His green eyes seemed to be filled with water vapor from the surface of a lake. "I hope you can bring me the answer."
'Really?'
When Lin Sanjiu followed the crowd to the last 30 meters, there was still a lingering doubt in her heart.
It was said that when a person exited the Reverie Libretto, there was a certain chance that they would bring out an item. If they entered the Reverie Libretto with a specific goal in mind, then based on the principle of "what you think about in the day, you dream of at night", there was a certain chance that the posthuman would bring out an item that he needed.
There were many different opinions on how high the probability was.
The item that could be brought out of the Reverie Libretto did not necessarily have to have a physical form. It could be a sentence, a dream, or a message. Some people even gained a new talent after they came out of the Reverie Libretto. Even though bel canto was useless in the apocalyptic world, it still gave many people confidence.
Most of the posthumans in the Twelve Worlds were only at D level, so the pocket dimension shouldn't be too difficult. This was the reason why so many posthumans from the Twelve Worlds came to the Reverie Libretto to "try their luck," as Silvan had said.
Lin Sanjiu tied the thin band around her ear and put on the waterskin. The shape of the waterskin was perfectly aligned with her lips. Even though it was not pierced, she could feel a thin stream of cold water seeping into her mouth. For the rest of the day, the waterskin would be her main source of water.
She followed the slope and walked into the white fog. Before she could get a clear look at the scene before her eyes, her legs suddenly gave way. At the same time, many posthumans around her fell to the ground with a 'thud, thud, thud' sound. In the dead silence, countless posthumans were piled up on top of each other. Shrouded in the thick fog, they looked like corpses after a war.
When this wave of people collapsed, the ground beneath them slowly moved, pushing them backwards, leaving an empty space for the next wave of rookies.
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