Nightmare’s Call

Chapter 559 Creation: Part 2

Suddenly, the desiccated corpse opened its eyes.

A jet of black gas blasted out of his both and rushed towards Lin Sheng from the door.

“Ward of Distortion.” Lin Sheng stood still as the protective wards around him instantly met the attack.

*Boom!!!*

The corpse was instantly torn into shreds and scattered on the ground.

But beneath the corpse, a blob of hazy shadow rushed towards Lin Sheng.

“This is the main body?” Lin Sheng’s expression was impassive, letting the black shadow rush before him, before a loud slam later, as it crashed against an invisible glass wall, and was suspended in the air, unable to move.

The Ward of Distortion once again took effect. The power of the Dark Wheel completely tore the shadows into shreds in an instant.

To his surprise, the shredded shadows quickly reformed before swirling in the air and struck at him from the back.

*Bamm!!*

It was a pity that that shadow did not know that Lin Sheng’s wards was all-encompassing and had no blind spots.

So the same thing happened again.

The shadow once again crashed against the invisible wall, and this time Lin Sheng did not just use his wards. Instead, he summoned the power of his holy light as it enveloped the shadow completely.

*Hiss…*

A subtle scream rang out as the black shadow was completely reduced into white smoke and dissipated away.

Following that, a thin black line flew towards Lin Sheng.

He did not resist, as he could sense that this was the remnant of the black shadow’s soul.

Silently, the black line of soul power sank into Lin Sheng’s body.

He closed his eyes and carefully absorbed it, as he stood there unmoving.

A moment later, when he opened his eyes again, Lin Sheng looked around, and he could now immediately recognize the various symbols and words on the gate and surrounding walls.

Within the incomplete memory was about the short and desperate moments of an ordinary spaceship maintenance crew.

Due to its fragmentation, the memories within the souls too were mere fragments of the crew’s life.

But that at least allowed Lin Sheng to master the basic written language here.

“According to the information in the memory, this should be a destroyed starship. The Octawing, a massive starship used for exploration of unknown star sectors.”

There was not much information in the memory, it only mentioned the starship had tens of thousands of people in it and was a spacefaring mobile fortress bar none.

As for where the people had gone to, and how the starship had ended up in this state, there was no mention of it in the memories.

There were only vague fragments that mentioned that the upper echelons of the starship were planning something big.

Lin Sheng snapped back and looked towards the nameplate above the gate.

‘Resource Archive’

“Now that’s nice.” He had just gotten a grasp of the writings here, and going into there would allow him to understand the overall situation here.

He then reached his hands out and pushed the door gently.

Amidst a creak, the entire door slowly twisted and cracked as a huge passage opened up in the middle of the door at a speed that could be perceived by the eyes.

Lin Sheng slowly walked in through the passage, and inside was littered with all sorts of burnt documents scattered all over.

Most of the documents were wrapped in a metal casing and were still rather intact. A small part of them seemed to have been burnt by fire, and their surface was soot black.

It seems like all of the materials used for the documents had some protection against fire, and not all were burnt.

Lin Sheng picked up a document and was just about to read it as he heard the sound of the string instrument again.

He paused for a moment before to open the metal casing, and within it were documents with dense, tiny prints.

‘Regulations on dealing with the aberrations.’

This was the title.

Below was a list of ways to prevent mutations and their related treatment options and isolation procedures.

This document was very detailed and were all focused on the problem of the aberrations.

Lin Sheng flipped through the document and quickly picked up the rest of the files to go through them.

These files were either about the analysis of the mysterious signals in the navigational starmap, or were suggestions for improvement and supplement for a plan called Operation Mishv.

Lin Sheng quickly looked at the still complete documents present.

And very quickly he found all of the documents mentioning the same name.

Operation Mishv.

Very soon, he noticed a relatively intact metal file behind an overturned desk in the room.

He held his hand towards the file and grasp at it.

The metal file then suddenly flew over and landed in his hand.

Upon opening and glancing through it, surprise suddenly appeared on Lin Sheng’s face.

“The assessment of the dangers of Operation Mishv.”

That was the title of the document.

And the content that followed was even more shocking.

“After so many experiments on the death row inmates, we have been able to successfully complete the ritual of Mizhv. But, this ritual is incomplete, and we seem to lack a special key material. That should be a primer, a primer that was not mentioned in the ritual documentation.

“We know too little about the culture of the Catastrophean, but in order to deal with the deadly situation we are in, we need to activate the Ritual of Mizhv that was even riskier. This itself is an irresponsible act.

“As for the risk assessment of the ritual, there are three main points.

“1. The God of Shadows Angulas mentioned in the ritual, as to what its nature is, we do not have much information at hand. There are only a few rare cases that allowed us to understand that this God of Shadow could shelter lives, and provide hope and direction to the living. Yet the uncertainty of that is too high.

“2. As for the culture of the Catastropheans, we have some information and records that point to a ruin. If this God of Shadows could protect life, and provide it shelter, then why was the place reduced to ruins?

“3. I believe that the mythology of the Catastrophean culture is full of indescribable decadence and unease from the beginning to the end. They advocated looking into themselves in the eyes. Against the endless, unknown perils, the living would need to maximize their inner potentials. And for the Catastrophean Gods, their greatest teachings was to help men uncover various powers. To this I have a question, in the presence of a God, is it still necessary to uncover the inner abilities of men, and the self-facing thing they advocated, was it really the self??”

Lin Sheng read everything carefully, and there were even more relevant details and analysis at the back of it.

Compared with the previous documents, this was the one that provided him key information for him to understand this starship.

“A starship that had performed a mysterious ritual before having it blowing up in their face?” Lin Sheng put the document down and guessed.

He then searched carefully elsewhere. The so-called Resource Archive was empty, while there were many drawer-like spaces on the walls, there was nothing in them.

It seemed like all of the documents had been thrown and left on the ground.

“Operation Mizhv… The location of the project was mentioned in the document. It was in the Warp Drive zone.

Lin Sheng walked out of the archive, and based on the memory he had absorbed, this ship was divided into three main zones.

Warp Drive Zone, Central Command Zone, Habitat Zone.

He was now in the Central Command zone.

The largest zone was the Habitat Zone and could accommodate tens of thousands of people.

With its large space, its size was naturally enormous as well.

Lin Sheng followed along the passage and followed the signs as he started running and sped towards the Warp Drive Zone.

However, what was weird was the sound of the string instrument seemed to have stuck on to him and could be heard no matter where he went.