Nightmare's Call Chapter 11

Chapter 11: 011

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Lin Sheng was tired of all the bullsh*t. He had no intention of arguing with Lin Zhenyu, but his cousin seed to enjoy flaunting his superiority.

“I know what I’m doing and what I want to do. Brother Zhenyu, you should worry about yourself. I heard from my classmates that you brought a girl to The People’s Hospital. Is it true?”

Lin Zhenyu was stunned, and his face froze. He thought that he had kept the secret well. Not only had Lin Sheng learned about it, but he had now revealed it in front of his father too.

“Stop spewing nonsense!” Lin Zhenyu panicked. After all, he was just nineteen years old. There was a lack of subtlety, and when those words ca out, his father, as well as Lin Zhounian, imdiately wised up.

Lin Sheng shook his head silently. As the two elders began to question Lin Zhenyu, he revealed everything he knew—including the appearance of the girl. Truth be told, Lin Sheng did not hear about it from his classmates; he saw it with his own eyes at the hospital.

Leaving Lin Zhenyu alone, Lin Sheng got to his feet and exited the living room to quickly clean himself up. He wasted no ti since he knew that studying for the college entrance exam and researching the ancient Rehn text would be ti-consuming. Nothing could fascinate Lin Sheng more than the ancient Rehn text.

...

Ti flew. A month had passed since then.

Lin Sheng, incessant in his study of the ancient Rehn text, finally managed to translate a few crucial pages of the book. He chose pages with graphics to save ti, but it was not done randomly. The pages were carefully selected based on the marks below the graphic illustrations. Each illustration depicted a person holding a long sword, all in different poses, and the lines of text were mostly annotations.

Lin Sheng discovered that the pages with graphics were explanatory while the rest of the pages just contained stories. That was also the reason why he focused on translating the pages with graphic illustrations.

Lin Sheng flipped through the pages of his notes, which he had written in Chinese characters. His brows were knitted together as he sat at his desk, imrsing himself in the translated content.

“I’ve done five pages, all with graphics. There aren’t many words, and the translation process is much faster. I’ve been using the Chinese characters that I’ve learned from my past life for the notes because it’s a safer thod to prevent any secrets from being leaked. But this content...” Lin Sheng was hesitant. The translated graphics were apparently illustrations of swordsmanship.

Looking at the simple graphics that he had copied, Lin Sheng knew that the pattern and style, as well as the accompanying text, described vital points and killer moves. They were obviously not for show but skills for actual combat. “Is swordsmanship from a book in a dream real? If it isn’t, it would be too dangerous to learn it.”

In the first illustration, a man was holding a sword and thrusting forward. There were many arrows and annotations around his body. The move looked simple, but the essence of it was in the annotations.

“The more important issue is that the weapons in this society aren’t as advanced as those in my past life. But firearms are rampant in this world, and cold weapons are only good for physical exercise.”

Lin Sheng frowned as a thought occurred to him.

“However, the swordsmanship from my dream could be sothing special. The book has repeatedly ntioned the classification system.” Upon further reading, Lin Sheng learned about the classification system. In the book, Swordsman Ravel had ntioned higher-order warriors whom he encountered on the battlefield. These higher-order warriors had superhuman bodies, terrific strength, speed, and were almost like war machines with heavy body armor. The descriptions of their battlefield completely overturned Lin Sheng’s prior understanding of the world.

Lin Sheng thought that the battlefield ntioned in the book was just from a common cold weapon era, but the existence of the higher-order warriors had changed his views; if the content of the book was real, then the higher-order warriors might also be true.

“Ravel ntioned that when a warrior attained Class III or higher, he could slowly train his stamina and improve his physique,” Lin Sheng recalled.

“If all of this is true...” Lin Sheng swallowed, looking at the graphics and text, which he had translated. It could not be a fignt of his imagination. A total of five pictures, when read in sequence, ford a motion picture of a move that Swordsman Ravel was most proud of. It was called Furious Blow.

“It’s a simple yet effective move.” Lin Sheng had not seen it in person, but he could feel how badass the move was judging from the graphic illustrations. The little figure who wielded the sword was about to strike his opponent at a certain angle from above. Once hit, it would kill his opponent instantly.

Lin Sheng exhaled gently and closed the handbook.

“I’ll try to see if I can find any other content in the book tonight. Perhaps, I should leave the manor and check out other places. There are already so many things in the manor, what will there be to explore outside? And how are the outdoors going to look like? Why haven’t I seen a single living thing even though I’ve spent such a long ti in the manor? The scene outside the window has always been dark.”

With plenty of questions on his mind, Lin Sheng washed up, took off his clothes, and went to bed.

When Lin Sheng went to visit his grandfather in the hospital during the day, he had an unexplainable feeling the mont he saw his grandfather lying on the hospital bed. It was not sadness.

His grandfather had never treated his family well the entire ti. So, naturally, they did not have a close relationship. But in his ti of trouble, it was Lin Sheng’s family that ca to his aid. Having said that, what Lin Sheng saw at that mont was not his grandfather but a dying old man. The fragility of life like that of a candle in the storm was pricking him.

“I shouldn’t overthink. Let’s see if I can leave the manor in my dream tonight.” Lin Sheng lay in bed, and his eyes slowly closed. In just a few minutes, he entered the dream world.

After a short trance, he regained consciousness and slowly opened his eyes. Taking a deep breath, Lin Sheng looked at the low mahogany table in front of him and the Handbook of Swordsmanship on it. “Here I am again.”

It was still the sa study room with no window, only a door leading to the hall. There were two large bookshelves filled with large red books.

Lin Sheng went up to examine the bookshelves. Previously, he took books from the left of the bookshelves. But now, Lin Sheng wanted to start from the right. Without hesitation, he pulled out a book from the right side of the bookshelf and opened it.

“Aah!” He suddenly frowned and paused as he could not see the text on the book cover; it was all blurry. It was the sa for the text inside. So text even appeared like garbled characters and lines.

Lin Sheng’s heart sank. He quickly put the book down before he picked another red book from the shelf on the right and opened it. Just like the previous one, the text in it was also fuzzy.