Alien world

Chapter 1217 139. Michael's Horror Story

On a quiet rainy night, Michael stood in front of the alchemy table, cleaning up.

There were not many people left in the Mushroom House, and he was the last one.

After cleaning up the alchemy table, Michael took off his protective suit, changed into everyday clothes, and walked out of the alchemy room.

As lively as the Mushroom House is during the day, it is as deserted at night. There is no one in the empty corridor. Footsteps echo in the distance, as if there is a light sound following beside.

The environment that was so familiar to Michael in the past made him feel inexplicably uneasy. He quickened his pace and rushed to the front door, pushing it open to let in the faint sounds of wind and rain outside.

Michael relaxed again, turned around, locked the door, walked down the stairs, and walked towards his residence on the road with water stains on it.

Maybe it was because of the rain, but there were few people on the street. The street lights were flickering faintly, stretching his shadow into a long and narrow flickering shape, as if something was hidden in his shadow...

call……

Michael turned his head suddenly. There was no one behind him, but he clearly felt someone blowing into his ear...

Maybe it's the strange wind in the alley...

Michael thought about it, but he couldn't help but quicken his pace, looking left and right, hoping to find a passerby who was also returning late.

He found it. Just a few dozen meters ahead, a short figure was standing quietly.

Michael's expression did not relax at all, but instead became tense.

That person's figure, why...

Boom——

Suddenly, the street lights in the distance went out without warning, swallowing up the strange figure.

Michael's heart suddenly surged with a strong sense of foreboding. As the street lights continued to go out, the darkness spread towards him, and his anxiety reached its peak.

Michael turned and ran, and was horrified to find that the street lights on the other side were also going out row by row.

Darkness swallowed the streets from both sides, and finally only the street lamp in front of the mushroom house was still on.

Michael escaped to the door of the mushroom house and frantically took out the key to open the door, but his trembling hands could not insert the key into the keyhole.

click-

Finally, he aimed at the keyhole and poked the key into the door lock. Michael grasped the door handle and turned the door open. At the same time, the street light in front of the mushroom house suddenly went out...

"whee……"

In the darkness, a faint chuckle sounded almost right next to my ear.

Michael almost threw himself into the hall and slammed the door shut. After standing behind the door for a moment, he ran upstairs without thinking.

knock knock --

"I'm Annan, open the door!"

The shouting outside the door echoed and spread in the dark hall, gradually becoming out of tune and exuding an indescribable eeriness.

Michael had already fled all the way back to the alchemy room, pushed a table and chairs against the door, and then carefully leaned against the door, listening to the sounds outside.

"Michael, where are you? Stop hiding..."

He knows me, he is looking for me...

Michael thought with a shudder and lowered his head unconsciously. In an instant, his pupils suddenly contracted.

He saw a muddy and wet footprint extending from outside the door to the soles of his feet...

Michael was suddenly seized by despair and had difficulty breathing, but when he caught a glimpse of the wardrobe used to store protective clothing out of the corner of his eye, hope arose in him. He hurried over, then stepped back, ran to the window, opened it, took off his shoes and threw them out, ran back to the wardrobe barefoot, and hid himself inside.

Silence descended from all directions, with only the sounds of breathing and heartbeats.

At a certain moment, Michael peeked through the crack in the cabinet door and saw the door handle of the alchemy room slowly turning, and then it was pushed open along with the debris blocking the door... as if a real darkness was spreading in from outside the door.

Hiding in the closet, Michael peeked out, hoping that the outline would be attracted by the open window.

The silhouette walked to the window, but then left and slowly paced in the alchemy room...

As the wheel library got closer, Michael held his breath, trying not to make any sound.

Da da da--

The sound of footsteps passed by without stopping. Michael was about to breathe a sigh of relief when the door of the closet was suddenly opened, and darkness and coldness rushed in!

Michael opened his mouth and screamed like a girl.

"Ahhh-"

Michael, who was lying on the alchemy table, suddenly woke up.

There was a drizzle outside the window, and from time to time some moisture was blown into the window by the wind.

It took him several seconds to come to his senses.

"Did you accidentally fall asleep..."

Michael looked at the time. It was getting late and it was time to go to bed.

He began to clean up the messy alchemy table.

Hmm? Wait a minute...

While I was in a daze, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the alchemy room...

Michael reached to his side and found nothing. He suddenly remembered that he hadn't held his old friend's hand for a long time since he joined the Mushroom House...

The footsteps stopped outside the door, followed by a series of knocks on the door.

The biting darkness spread into the alchemy room from the slowly opening door. Michael, who had not yet escaped the shadow of his dream, could not help but step back. As a smiling face that could melt everything appeared behind the door, the fear and gloom faded away in an instant.

Annan couldn't wait to say to Michael: "Michael, I have an idea to integrate the steam engine with this world!"

……

A flame without a source burned on the alchemy table. If you look closely, you can see that the flame is made up entirely of dancing runes.

"This is a fire magic rune..." Annan whispered in a pious manner that could be called praise.

Michael was unmoved: "You came to me so late just to introduce it to me?"

"Magic runes can be reused. In other words, after a magic rune is used up, it can still replenish itself by absorbing the surrounding magical elements. In other words, its power depends on magic power. Do you understand what I mean?"

Michael shook his head.

The fire rune on the stage was still burning, just a little weaker than before.

"Remember the steam engine I mentioned? It boils water to create steam, which pushes a piston."

This time Michael understood: "You want to put a fire rune in the 'steam engine' to boil water?"

"That's right! No...we won't use old-fashioned power like steam, but magic energy!"

Annan, who loves novelty and dislikes old things, laid out his idea and said, "We use fuel to boil water and use steam to drive the piston. This is a steam engine. What you said is just replacing the fuel with magic runes... So... what if we use magic energy to drive the piston directly, or even skip the piston and drive the main body directly?"

There is no consumption caused by energy conversion. The amount of magic power input determines the amount of power output!
It's like a golem, but much simpler than a golem. After all, a golem has to be stuffed with a bunch of magic runes and modules, and it has to avoid conflicts between runes, while this one only needs two commands: move forward and stop.

And what fuel could be better than the inexhaustible supply of magical elements?

Michael pondered for a moment, then responded to Annan's expectations and said, "This is not difficult. I will make it for you within three days."

(End of this chapter)