Dimensional Hotel-Chapter 526: Yu Sheng’s Marvelous Gadgets
Yu Sheng quickly explained his thoughts to Erin.
Tracing back to the source, these ideas had actually popped up during the post-battle review after returning from the Dark Alley last time.
"I feel like I lack long-range attack methods, and there’s also great potential for the development of my ’blood’ in terms of use," Yu Sheng looked seriously at the little puppet, "Hu Li helped me enhance my Wolf Fang Club, so it’s fine for close combat, but it’s not really useful when facing distant enemies or situations where I need to project my blood. This blood tank can be understood as a blood grenade, and the blood gun and blood needle launcher can be combined. The former is used to spray blood directly, and the latter packs the blood into something like needle bullets to shoot out—slightly longer range..."
The little puppet sat on the sofa staring blankly, while Luna had apparently walked over at some point, sitting across from Yu Sheng, nodding as she listened, as if she had a wealth of relevant experience (specifically, from being splashed with blood by Yu Sheng).
After Yu Sheng finished explaining, Erin let out a long "Oh—" and then began thinking deeply with her arms crossed, frowning, without anyone knowing what she was pondering. Suddenly, she clapped her hands, "Sounds like a pervert~"
Yu Sheng frowned instantly: "Is it really that bad?"
"Think about it," Erin climbed onto the coffee table, spreading her arms, grabbing a notebook like a shield and flipped it in front of her, observing it while chattering, "We’re in a fight, the opponents have long guns, short cannons, bullets, missiles, laser ion beams flying all over in a battlefield shrouded in smoke and rising flames, and there you are charging head-on with a Wolf Fang Club on your shoulder, a water gun in hand, and a string of water balloons on your waist, happily charging in, and after a couple of hits, blood splatters everywhere—your look makes you at least look like a mental patient boss in a movie, the kind who either wears a mask or paints their face, secretly peeking from behind a fence gate at the school entrance, and later there’s specifically an episode about your childhood trauma..."
Yu Sheng was dumbfounded by the puppet’s series of remarks, and suddenly realized, looking at the little puppet in surprise: "Wow, you’re even using idioms now?"
Erin hesitated for a moment, turning her head to look at Yu Sheng: "...Is that a compliment?"
"Sort of... No, I mean you watch too many different things," Yu Sheng raised his hand to press on the puppet’s head, quickly shaking off the images that involuntarily formed in his mind just now, exerting great effort to escape the rhythm brought by this little thing, "Let’s put aside the style for a moment, just tell me if my setup is practical or not!"
He couldn’t help but feel a bit uncertain inside, not about his style, but about the style of his entire group.
The little puppet made a fair point—usually when they fought others, the opponents had their long guns and short cannons, not to mention the travel agency’s leader is a brute who charges with a Wolf Fang Club (and often dies on the way), the second-in-command uses Spider Silk to bind people on the battlefield, the third-in-command fires her tail with a howl, and the only one with an elegant style, the fourth-in-command, is an Artificial Saintess who spins and dances while slicing people on the battlefield...
How to put it, they might still be a bit far from being villains, but they’re not remotely close to being heroes either.
Meanwhile, Erin surprisingly didn’t start chattering immediately this time. Upon hearing Yu Sheng’s words, she even seriously pondered for a long while, eventually mumbling while touching her chin: "Actually... it sounds theoretically useful, but I have a question, won’t these blood supplies lose effectiveness if you die once?"
"I actually thought about that," Yu Sheng replied with a laugh, "Do you remember the blood that I extracted in advance for you to use on the puppet in the valley?"
Erin blinked, quickly realizing: "Ah, right..."
"My death resets the state of myself or the items I carry. I’ve studied this process carefully; it actually has a range of retrospect and repair," Yu Sheng explained seriously, "The ’boundary’ of this range, put simply, is a ’death event.’"
Erin had a weird expression: "Uh... what does that mean?"
Yu Sheng was patient: "The location where the event happens, the time it occurs, what I come into contact with during the event, the cause and outcome of the event... these limiting conditions together form the ’event boundary’ of a ’death event,’ and when a reset occurs, everything will strictly adhere to this boundary.
"Therefore, only things with a direct connection to the death event, or things I directly interacted with at the time, will undergo this state reset—the blood pre-extracted and any clothes changed a day before don’t fall under the ’death event,’ so they won’t be retrospectively affected by my resurrection.
"So, as long as the blood in these blood tanks and blood needles is pre-prepared, there’s no need to worry about them losing effectiveness if I die once..."
Erin listened attentively with wide eyes, but in the end, she couldn’t help scratching her head: "The logic makes sense, but this topic still sounds strange."
Nearby, Hu Li’s ears twitched: "But Little Red Riding Hood said before that no one in this house is quite normal every day."
"That’s true, isn’t it?"
What to say, watching the little puppet quickly accept the idea that there isn’t a normal person at No. 66 Wutong Road, Yu Sheng still felt kind of sad...
"To be honest, your abstract painting isn’t the problem; it’s mainly the principle behind it..." Erin seemed not to notice Yu Sheng’s slight reaction of sadness and quickly raised a new question, "Do you really know how to do it? You can’t just make a water gun, can you..."
"Nonsense, of course I don’t," Yu Sheng replied casually, "I’ll just state the requirement and let Mo Ran organize people to research how to achieve it—she has quite a few skilled artifact refiners over there."
He then smacked his lips and added, "Actually, I initially wanted to involve the Special Service Bureau in this, given that they have quite a bit of black technology, but their technological route doesn’t align with mine; there’s quite a difference. Moreover, if we produce this at Shuji, at least it’s part of my ’industry,’ making the process easier to control and less likely to have follow-up troubles—the most important thing is that I feel more at ease."
Hu Li sat cross-legged on the carpet, grooming her big tail, and suddenly raised her head, looking puzzled: "The Special Service Bureau’s technological route isn’t suitable, but Shuji’s is? Savior’s Blood Control Technique is unique in this world; no one outside would know it, right?"
Yu Sheng heard this, clapped his hands, and his face lit up: "Hey, don’t they have something called Evil Cultivator over there..."
The whole living room then fell silent.
Yu Sheng also felt something was amiss, carefully adjusting his sitting position amidst the awkwardness: "Well, let them try first. If they can’t create too complex special effects, just make a fresh-keeping container and a simple launch device—we can’t actually go up and fight with water guns and water balloons. Using Erin’s words, that would look traumatic from childhood..."
Erin responded with a string of dry laughs that didn’t reach her eyes.
Luna returned to her daze.
Only Hu Li remained the same as ever, looking up with admiration at Yu Sheng, a Samoyed-like pure smile on her face—apparently, in her mind, Savior is always the most powerful and correct; even when Savior was knocked to the ground with Blood Stabbing, she thought it was full of artistry...
Yu Sheng continued focusing on his designs, while also controlling the "Star Body" in the Feiyu Star Domain, communicating his "needs" with Mo Ran over there.
When he suggested catching a couple of specialized researchers in Blood Curse Technique to align with the research progress, City Lord Fairy was deeply shocked. Nonetheless, considering she’d already been astounded once by Yu Sheng True Monarch’s remarkable ideas when formulating Shuji’s revitalization plan, her ability to accept such things had significantly improved; she was only shocked for a short while before starting to gather her followers to discuss where to catch Evil Cultivators reliably.
They concluded to import them from the Demon Suppression Tower of Taixu Spirit Hub; those evil cultivators confined in that place generally have assured quality and quantity. Their morality might be questionable, but their business skills are top-notch. The only issue is convincing Taixu Spirit Hub to agree to this, but actually, it’s not a big deal—just push Yu Sheng forward.
When the time comes, just say it’s for the preparation of ’Yu Sheng True Monarch’s’ amazing tools for fighting Dark Angel in the future...
An urgent phone ringtone then interrupted Yu Sheng’s busy activities.
Erin, holding her phone in both hands, jumped from the coffee table to the sofa and raised it up to Yu Sheng: "Here, it’s Ironclad Expression calling!"
Yu Sheng was somewhat surprised, took the phone, casually answered it, and after listening for a few sentences, his expression gradually turned serious.
Hu Li instantly pricked up her ears.
"What happened?" Erin asked curiously, leaning her head forward, "What’s so serious?"
Yu Sheng didn’t have time to speak; Hu Li, listening in, answered for him: "Xu Jiali’s Deep Dive Team encountered a situation in ’Mist City’—black webs appeared in the thick fog area near East City, like the ones you usually use. Then, they also saw Black Dot Group’s space station running in the street."
Erin: "...Huh? What’s a space station running in the street?!"
"It’s hard to explain quickly, but it’s obvious that what’s happening in the ’Dark Alley’ has now spread to other places," Yu Sheng, by then having disconnected the call, suddenly stood up from beside the coffee table, "Let’s go check out the situation."
Saying this, he picked up Erin beside him but felt the weight was off, thought about it and put her back, walked to the dining room to pick another one up, weighed it twice and put it down again, finally from the window ledge picked up a heavy one he nodded approvingly, and carried it towards the door.
He didn’t open the door leading to the thick fog alien land, but directly turned the door handle.
In the next moment, the entire No. 66 Wutong Road plunged into Mist City.
