Dimensional Hotel-Chapter 562: "Recovery

Three thousand seven hundred years ago, golden-haired Erin chased the "omen" to this place, the mysterious ancient puppet—the fragmented body lay not far from the Omen Divine Corpse, identical to what Yu Sheng saw in the illusion.

The previous battlefield environment was too chaotic, and the diffusing space rift around the Omen Divine Corpse distorted a wide range of time and space. Yu Sheng, while passing over from the sky, didn’t have time to carefully observe other places on the square, so it’s only now that he has found her.

Hu Li placed the small puppet on the ground. The latter looked at the fragmented shell before her with a somewhat delicate expression, scratching her head after a while: "It feels weird, seeing my ’corpse’ shattered on the ground like this, and I can’t even remember myself looking like this... This face feels a bit unfamiliar."

"Actually, it looks quite like you," Hu Li said seriously, "just the hair and eye color are different; this one is golden-haired and blue-eyed... Oh, the figure seems slightly better than yours now."

Erin jumped up on the spot: "Silly fox, I’ll fight you!"

Hu Li raised her hand to press the jumping little puppet down: "Figure! I mean figure! Didn’t say height!"

"...Is, is it?"

Yu Sheng paid no attention to the squabble beside him. After silently observing the fragmented shell for a while, he stepped over to the torso of the golden-haired puppet, carefully lifting the head.

A crisp sound like porcelain breaking reached his ears, the neck of the puppet snapped with a crack, and the golden-haired head was in his hands; its originally half-open eyes slowly closed.

The small puppet beside seemed to freeze for a moment, then immediately shouted: "Hey! Yu Sheng, be gentle! You knocked my head off!"

"This thing was already broken, okay," Yu Sheng quickly explained, but immediately felt awkward once he spoke, "Eh, no, this topic sounds weird."

Erin hands on her hips: "You think things are mysterious sometimes? I see you all the time, courting death outside, haven’t said anything though..."

"Alright, alright," Yu Sheng waved his hand, "we finally found your original body, let’s gather all these fragments and see if we can repair them. Hu Li, lend me your tail to put all these inside."

Hu Li looked pleased: "Alright, Savior~"

Then the group started picking up the scattered remnants of the puppet on the ground—large pieces were manageable, but the finer fragments required extra care. Erin reminded while picking them up: "Don’t leave out these small bits, try to get it complete; the more complete, the higher the chance of repair... Oh Yu Sheng, you stepped on my finger!"

Hu Li mumbled while picking up those tiny puppet fragments: "I thought once you found the body, you’d just ’dive’ in and come back alive, yet it turns out you still have to piece it together..."

"Nonsense! It’s shattered like this, how could it be directly usable," Erin, holding one of her own arms, looked up with a foolish gaze at Hu Li, "you think everyone is like you, with a bunch of plug-and-play parts..."

Hu Li corrected earnestly: "Only my ears and tail can be detached!"

"Tch... Hey, C-clip, you almost stepped on my foot! Be careful!"

Baili Qing helped on the side, usually expressionless, her face at this moment seemed unable to hold back; she listened to the noise around, then glanced at the scene of this group collecting fragments of the ’corpse’—even the person involved was partaking—and couldn’t help but sidle to Yu Sheng: "You guys... are always this ’lively’?"

"This is nothing, wait till Erin’s four ’main engines’ are together," Yu Sheng chuckled, "if Hu Li’s meal time coincides, then things get even livelier. Compared to that, this is more like a silent film."

Baili Qing’s eyes opened slightly larger, subconsciously glancing at Luna who was silently picking up fragments, her tone quite expressive: "In the end, it’s this ’Artificial Saintess’ who is the most stable and quiet..."

Yu Sheng thought for a moment, his expression a bit subtle: "...Hard to say."

Baili Qing was startled, clearly puzzled by why he would say that, and then Luna seemed to find something. She dug up an item from a pile of collapsed stones, carrying it towards Yu Sheng: "Found it, peculiar item."

Yu Sheng’s attention was instantly drawn, he glanced at Luna’s hands, and his expression was surprised.

The thing was dark with a restrained aura, chilling and gripping, round-mouthed with a long handle, heavy, neither stone nor wood nor iron, the material unknown, yet it stood beside the Divine Corpse for over three thousand years without corrosion or distortion, evident it wasn’t something ordinary!

Although its shape was rather odd—kind of like a frying pan.

Okay, it was indeed a frying pan...

Suddenly, several gazes converged on Luna’s hand, Yu Sheng was momentarily stunned, recalling what the Alice Puppet named "Marin" mentioned to him. Immediately, Erin also reacted, the little puppet bounced up and clung onto the pan, hanging onto Luna’s hand, elated: "This is mine! This is mine!"

Luna stuttered: "Alright, give, give you."

Then she placed Erin along with the pan on the ground—not thrown at least.

The little puppet struggled to grab the handle of the frying pan, trying several times before finally finding the right grip. She raised the pan high and waved happily at Yu Sheng: "Yu Sheng, look! Marin said every Alice Puppet must have its own frying pan, and now I have mine!"

Then she happily twirled around Yu Sheng with the pan, running and laughing cheerfully, exuding a kind of excitement and joy that even she couldn’t quite explain. Those intertwined memories mixed in her head, but she didn’t care which part was Erin’s or which part belonged to the omen; she was just happy, so happy that she didn’t even consider what this strange pan was meant for.

Yu Sheng was also quite pleased because watching a 66.6-centimeter-tall puppet run around with a pan almost as tall as her was amusing in itself, especially when she spun herself out on her third lap—it was, after all, almost as heavy as she was.

But the excited little puppet wasn’t disheartened in the least. She hugged that pan like it was a treasure, even generously saying thank you to Luna.

The group then collected all the puppet fragments they could find and stuffed them into Hu Li’s tail.

"There shouldn’t be anything left behind," Yu Sheng said as he looked around, clapping his hands. "Even if there is, it’s just powder-level, it shouldn’t affect the overall integrity of the shell."

"It’s alright; leaving some gaps doesn’t matter. During the ’Spirit Injection’ later, it’ll be fixed," Erin said, sitting on Yu Sheng’s shoulder with her frying pan, beaming with joy. "Once this original body is repaired, I’ll surely return to my original form. I’ll let you see for yourself my 1.78-meter height with those long legs..."

Yu Sheng glanced at the little puppet: "Weren’t you 1.67 meters?"

Erin: "Eh, close enough, with heels and a hat..."

Yu Sheng didn’t pay attention to her nonsensical words spoken out of excitement, just casually pressing down on her head before turning his gaze to the "ancient mechanism" in the center of the square that had already stopped functioning.

After a brief hesitation, he stepped forward toward it.

Erin was very familiar with Yu Sheng’s style and knew immediately what this meant: "Ah... you’re not planning to take this thing back, are you?!"

Beside them, Hu Li seemed to understand: "The Savior can’t rest easy without bringing back some specialties."

Luna nodded: "Yeah, that’s right."

Yu Sheng pretended he didn’t hear the chatter beside him, silently approaching the silent floating cube, and reached out to press a corner.

"Knowledge" flowed into his mind, and he naturally knew what to do.

Strands of red emerged from the intricate patterns on the cube’s surface, glowing faintly, flowing through the device like breath.

A low and pleasant hum emanated from deep within the device.

Yu Sheng’s consciousness gradually sank, and in a daze, he seemed to see that enormous illusion in the Chaotic Space again—energy glands, imaginary units, living runes, superstring structures...

The World Bridge no longer existed; the accumulated errors of over three thousand years had long surpassed its limit. After the residual power of the Omen Goddess faded, the World Bridge naturally underwent informational collapse, its material structure in this Universe naturally vanished as well—Yu Sheng witnessed this process firsthand and was quite certain of it.

But curiously, through touching the remaining "control mechanism" of the World Bridge, he could still "feel" it.

Perhaps the blood that soaked into the World Bridge recorded enough information, or it could be that the "knowledge" transmitted by the Omen Goddess to him contained enough data related to the World Bridge. Now Yu Sheng could clearly feel the "bridge" right in his mind—he didn’t understand it, but he could see it anytime.

It was like a blueprint stored in memory.

This peculiar situation was different from when he solved the Anka Aela and Inference Star Body crisis before.

Yu Sheng frowned, carefully perceiving this incredible situation, then gradually began to understand it all.

Meanwhile, noticing the contemplative expression on Yu Sheng’s face, even Erin, who always babbled, instinctively quieted down.

Then she saw Yu Sheng retract his hand from the massive cube.

The red lines on the cube’s surface flickered twice before beginning to disintegrate silently, as if experiencing eons of weathering in an instant. This seemingly indestructible "Angel Creation" turned into streams of rising dust within seconds, and then even the three pillars surrounding the cube collapsed silently.

Erin watched this scene with wide eyes, initially feeling inexplicably sad because she felt that the last remnants of the World Bridge were disappearing too. The part of her heart belonging to the "omen" felt a bit sorrowful about it—but in the next second, she saw the dusky dust rapidly turn blood red, like a blood fog surrounding them, only to be absorbed by Yu Sheng in one fell swoop.

The sadness that had just emerged from her heart was instantly replaced with a head full of question marks.

"...Yu Sheng, why do you eat everything?!"