I Am Extraordinary Alone-Chapter 653 - 651: New Direction

Lin Yan strolled through the bustling streets of the East Continent city.

The place was lively. A newly opened mall was hosting a customer appreciation event. Primitive online pop music mingled with the sound of firecrackers reverberating through the skies as citizens in simple clothing smiled and lingered around the small street shops. freewebnøvel_com

Although bustling, the surrounding buildings were old and low-rise, with the tallest building only five stories high. The fashion of the people reflected the aesthetics of the 1980s and 1990s—it was the appearance of a fourth-tier small county town, no matter how you looked at it.

Lin Yan glanced at a freelancer on the small square pushing a cart selling coffee and noted something in her notebook. Then, she began to observe the passing pedestrians with a critical eye, and her ballpoint pen jotted down full pages of notes in her small notebook.

"Enough everyone, let’s talk," Lin Yan said to the sky.

Suddenly, a blue teleportation portal appeared behind her, and the crowd on the street froze at the same time.

Lin Yan passed through the teleportation portal, like dropping into an abyss. Soon, she bounced up and sat up from the chair.

The factory where the foundation was located was in a ruined, forgotten city, uninhabited, so the Descendant Army had not swept through. Furthermore, their numbers were already few, which gave them a greater chance of survival.

Beside Lin Yan, the White King also awoke from a deep sleep, lying on the ground initially used for lathes and conveyor belts. Researchers were on the second floor, and a series of cables ran from the generators below, plugged into some old servers.

Magnets were attached to the back of the White King’s head to monitor brain activity. In its brief sleep just now, it had created a 90s East Continent nation. The scope of this creation was already big enough—although not yet the size of a real country, it was a further advance from its previous attempts.

Over the past month, Lin Yan had entered this dream nation several times and recorded many notes about the world’s minor flaws and illogical aspects.

The White King still lacked understanding of the human world. It confused many things seen in various nations and regions, not understanding human politics, economics, military actions, or diplomatic relations—everything seemed like playacting.

Thus, in that fictional East Continent nation, there were many irrational sights. In towns that looked like the East Continent, residents were all Caucasian and African, street vendors brewed coffee with teapots to sell, and the same child’s face appeared over ten times on one street.

The entire world was full of loopholes. No matter how large, it wasn’t enough to help Lin Yan realize her ideas.

During this period, in addition to helping the White King build worlds, Lin Yan was also observing the changes in the outside world through radio broadcasts.

She knew most of the world had already fallen, and Divine Power Tianyang’s army was still decimating the human forces like a scourge, some regions surrendering without a fight and others, after choosing to resist, turned into apocalyptic landscapes.

Occasional private channels on the FM broadcast transmitted messages, either searching for refuge or calling everyone to organize and continue the resistance. But no matter the signal, all eventually went permanently silent.

Lin Yan was uncertain how many living humans remained unconverted or unslain by Divine Power Tianyang, but she could only make the most pessimistic guess, perhaps, the entire HCP Foundation was the last remnant of humanity.

This team had received some reinforcements over the last period, comprising refugees and self-organized militia who had previously clashed with the Descendant Army, suffering heavy casualties, with their tens of thousands reduced to barely more than 200.

With the White King and the Witch anchoring the foundation, and admitting some refugees without a rebellion occurring, coupled with the world created in the White King’s dreams providing resources, they were temporarily without worry for food and clothing.

Lin Yan’s forehead now bore faint streaks of white hair, making her look exceptionally exhausted. She had initially hoped the White King could create warriors in the dream world to rival Divine Power Tianyang, but clearly, those unrealistic dreams dissolved upon waking, and moreover, they couldn’t rashly let the dream world advance to the current year, risking a "time stranding."

According to the White King, a time stranding was enormously disruptive, a collision of two worlds, and the overlapped parts would be attracted to the strongest similar force in the real world, causing an "alignment effect". Simply put, a time stranding would bring the dream world crashing directly onto Divine Power Tianyang’s face, and those imperfectly born people from the incomplete worlds, no matter how powerful they were in dreams, would lose their abilities in reality and ultimately be massacred.

Creating super-soldiers in dreams was impractical, so Lin Yan had to settle for less; at least, in the dreams, they had plenty of time and resources to study how to defeat Divine Power Tianyang. However, this logical type of dream was not the White King’s forte; it couldn’t even distinguish tea from coffee, its dreams filled with contradictions and whims, incapable of fostering true scientific research methods.

Professor Li Xianping understood Lin Yan’s difficulties and knew that the White King was their last card, so he could only help Lin Yan lead the research on the White King’s brain activity, hoping to use some methods to aid the White King.

The FM broadcast’s private stations were rapidly declining, and as time passed, humanity seemed truly headed towards its end. Every member of the foundation connected their smartwatches’ heartbeat data to a fitness app and established a group to confirm everyone’s life status; as long as the heart rate stayed on a certain number, it proved a person was still alive, otherwise, they were dead.

Indeed, some refugees, overwhelmed by fear, had drained their life force in their sleep, and the White King couldn’t always stay in reality. After being cut in half by Divine Power Tianyang, its wound continued to deteriorate, making it harmful for it to sleep outside.

This recent month-long dream worsened the White King’s wound significantly. The foundation’s people sewed hundreds of sheets of this waterproofing from the workbench and covered the White King’s wound. Fujiwara Makoto also created many drugs, attempting to heal it, but clearly, human medicine was ineffective on the Heavenly Falling Objects.

Lin Yan and the White King entered the newly constructed Illusion Dream Core; everything was as before, they communicated here, both the White King and Lin Yan were weaker than in the past, the mental pressure visible to the naked eye.

No matter how many times it heard feedback, the White King seemed to understand little about the human world, and Lin Yan was gradually losing patience. She stood on the edge of a valley, staring down at the surging sea of clouds, lost in thought, while the White King lay at the cliff’s edge, playing with some small creatures it had created.

Lin Yan sighed, looking back at the bizarre little creatures the White King had created, a thought unexpectedly crossing her mind.

She suddenly said, "Hey, big guy, can you create in the dream creatures like you, the Heavenly Falling Objects?"