Constructing-Style Wizard

“Unfortunately, at this moment, the sleep aid component in the Strengthening Potion has been fully metabolised by your body. You will quickly wake from your sleep and stop dreaming.”

“Theoretically, the Dreamscape can be as real as the Real World. You would be able to see the sunset.”

Noland Lee heaved a slight sigh of disappointment:

“It seems my body is not up to par. It’s a pity; I will not be able to witness the Dreamscape you referred to.”

Sully consoled him with a comforting smile:

“Don’t be disheartened. It’s due to the weak constitution of your body. You’re young, and as long as you train well physically, you’ll be able to see the

Twilight Dream when you take the second and third injection.” Noland Lee responded with a self-deprecating smile, before asking:

“So, Sully, if I were to consume enough sleep aid and continue to sleep, would that give me a forced viewing of the Twilight Dream?”

Sully slanted her head slightly, pondered for a moment before saying:

“…No, it wouldn’t be possible. I’m not clear about the specific reason. In any case, 24 hours is the extreme sleeping duration after the first Strengthening Injection. If it’s any longer, there may be a risk to your life.”

Noland Lee got the hint:

“Ah, I see. So, for the second and third injections, the sleeping period will be extended, correct?”

“Yes, that’s correct. It will be extended by 48 hours and 96 hours respectively.” Noland Lee was slightly taken aback:

“96 hours? That’s plenty! For the third injection, wouldn’t that mean I’d have to spend about 5 days in sleep?”

Sully closed her notebook and said:

“That’s right. The potency of the Strengthening Potions increases with each dose. The stronger the effect, the longer the sleep duration… Okay, let’s leave our chat here, Jarvis. Get some rest. I’ll bring your meal shortly.” Sully left pushing her medical trolley.

Now there was only Noland Lee left in the partition room.

He looked towards the window, his gaze deepening.

After a simple conversation with Sully, he basically understood one thing:

The Strengthening Potions that the Empire uses are directly related to the Dusk Giants.

The main component of the Strengthening Potion is highly likely to be derived from the Dusk Giants or other extraordinary materials that can put a person into the ‘Twilight Dream’.

If he dares to imagine further:

Does the Tatis Empire have a Dusk Giant corpse in their possession?

The main component of the Strengthening Potion is extracted from the corpse of a Dusk Giant.

Of course, this idea leans towards assumption and lacks a solid basis.

Because looking at the history of the Tatis Empire from the Original Master’s perspective, whether in the ancient dynasty or the modern empire, an extraordinary creature like the Dusk Giants had not appeared.

Therefore, Noland Lee leans more towards another guess:

The Tatis Empire has managed to obtain some sort of extraordinary material related to the ‘Twilight Dream’, instead of the body of the Dusk Giants itself.

As evening approached.

Noland Lee sat by the bed, idly flipping through the system interface.

Sully entered the room pushing the door, placed a meal box and a few books at his bedside.

“I brought the books you wanted, Jarvis.”

“Thanks, Sullv.”

“Your first negative reaction is nausea. So, try to eat smaller, more frequent meals. Otherwise, it will strain your digestion and intensify the adverse effects. ”

“Got it,” Noland Lee opened the meal box to smell it.

Mashed vegetables and potatoes, roasted sausages, mushroom soup.

The smell was quite enticing, but Noland Lee felt nausea.

It can’t be helped. This adverse effect completely loses one’s appetite.

Sully was prepared for this.

“This nauseous feeling is psychological, not physiological. Your digestive function is normal, you just can’t control the urge to vomit.”

She brought a trash can from outside the door, thoughtfully place it by the bed, pointed at it and said:

“Go ahead, eat and vomit. That’s the only way. Generally speaking, you eat more, you vomit less, and some food can always stay in the stomach. Not eating will in fact worsen the adverse effects.”

“Thanks… Sully. You can go on with your work.”

“Okay, if you need anything just pull the bell rope, I’ll be right over.”

Sully turned and left.

The room was once more enveloped in silence.

Noland Lee wasn’t in the mood to eat for now.

He picked up a book that Sergeant Mars had borrowed from the Reading Room and got absorbed in reading.

With the System, he didn’t have to read books himself anymore.

Just by activating the Deconstruction Technique and consuming some Energy Points, he could memorise the entire book.

However, valuable Energy Points should be put to good use, like using them to deconstruct the ‘Martyr’s Ten Commandments’ instead.

Noland Lee focused his mind, using reading to counter the urge to vomit that surged in his heart.

Time passed, and Noland found himself immersed in the delight of reading.

Suddenly, a burst of commotion echoed down the corridor, disrupting his mindset.

Noland Lee raised his head, a slight frown on his face, the nausea intensifying.

He covered his mouth, took a few deep breaths, trying to suppress his discomfort.

Just then, the hurried footsteps of several people passed by the door of his room.

“Hurry up! The Captain is about to pass out!”

“The operating room is this way, follow me.” That was Sully’s voice, guiding the soldiers.

“Captain, hang in there. Don’t fall asleep.” “Captain, wake up..

The soldier’s voice was choked with sobs.

Noland used his arms to support himself up from the bed, leaning against the wall, he approached the door.

He opened the door and looked outside.

Several soldiers, their bodies covered in grime and blood, were rushing down the corridor with a stretcher.

The floor they passed was dotted with blood, marking the path of the stretcher carrying the Captain.

Noland squinted for a moment, gave a slight shake of his head, and sat back down on the bed.

The captain’s chest was a bloody mess, skin and flesh gaping open. It seemed as if he had been gutted by the undead, his viscera ripped out.

The medical technology ot the Tatis Empire was advanced, that was a tact, but such a critical wound was far beyond emergency treatment. That captain was likely not going to survive for long.

Indeed, about 10 minutes later.

Sad cries came from the end of the corridor.

The soldiers pushing the stretcher passed by Noland’s door once again.

But this time, the figure on the stretcher did not leak any blood, nor showed any signs of life.

Noland observed this tragic scene, a thought stirred in his heart. As the stretcher passed by his door, he silently chanted:

“Collect Soul Fragments.” [System Message: ]

[Soul Absorption successful.]

[Soul Strength +0.2 points, now at 1.4 points.]

Inside the Twilight Dreamscape, Noland had used the “Soul Shield” twice, consuming 0.2 points of Soul Strength.

After exiting the Dreamscape, this 0.2 points of Soul Strength was restored.

Noland didn’t know why this was.

But that wasn’t the point.

The point was, he suddenly realized that this medical department of Division Intelligence Unit Three was a gold mine!

The main thoroughfare of the medical department was outside his door.

Any wounded needed to enter the operating room had to pass by his door.

More importantly, transporting the dead soldiers from the operating room to the incineration furnace or the underground morgue also followed this path!

What did this mean!

Noland’s pupils constricted sharply.

This meant that he only had to sit here, watching the movement in the corridor, and he could collect soul fragments from the dead soldiers at any time.

Wasn’t this the equivalent of semi-automatic botting for Soul Strength? And he didn’t need to face undead creatures, there was no life-threatening danger.

Noland was somewhat excited, but it quickly calmed down.

Truthfully, this method of harvesting Soul Strength was indeed very convenient and fast.

Yet Noland found it a bit difficult to adjust to.

Each time he collected a soul fragment, it represented the death of an Imperial Soldier.

Thinking that his power was built on the premise of humans losing life made him feel a bit awkward.

It felt as though he was like a cold-blooded vulture standing by the living, always waiting for their death.

Noland shook his head slightly, driving away the stray thoughts in his mind.

“The deaths of the Imperial Soldiers are caused by undead creatures, it has nothing to do with me. All I’m doing is making the best use of everything, taking the soul fragments from their bodies after their death. I’m not deliberately causing more death, I don’t have to be responsible for anyone’s death.

“…So, I have nothing to feel guilty about.”

Noland Lee calmed his thoughts, picked up his book, and once again submerged himself in reading..