A strange world

Chapter 1217 Chapter 139. Michael’s Horror Story

On a calm rainy night, Michael stood in front of the alchemy table and cleaned up.

There was no one in the mushroom house, and he was the last one.

After cleaning up the alchemy table, Michael took off his protective clothing, put on his daily clothes, and walked out of the alchemy room.

As busy as the Mushroom House is during the day, it is deserted at night. There is no one in the empty corridor, and footsteps echo in the distance, as if there is a slight footsteps following.

The very familiar environment in the past made Michael feel inexplicably uneasy. He quickened his pace and rushed to the door. The slight sound of wind and rain outside the door was opened through the gap.

Michael regained his relaxation, turned around and locked the door, stepped down the steps, and walked towards his residence on the pavement with water-stained reflections.

I don’t know if it was because of the rainy day, but there were no pedestrians on the street, and the street lights were flickering faintly, making his shadow long and narrow, as if there was something 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, but he couldn't help but speed up his pace a lot. At the same time, he looked left and right, hoping to find a passerby who also returned late.

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

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

That person's figure, why...

Boom——

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

A strong sense of ominousness suddenly welled up in Michael's heart. As the street lights continued to go out and darkness spread towards him, his uneasiness reached its peak.

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

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

Michael, who fled to the door of the mushroom house, took out the key in a panic and opened the door, but his trembling hands could not insert the key into the keyhole.

Click——

Finally, he aimed at the keyhole and inserted the lock. Michael held the doorknob 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, almost right next to his ears, a faint chuckle sounded.

Michael almost threw himself into the hall and slammed the door. After leaning against the door for a moment, he ran upstairs without even thinking.

Knock knock knock——

"I'm Annan, open the door quickly!"

The shouts outside the door echoed and spread in the dark hall, gradually going out of tune and revealing an indescribable gloominess.

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

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

He knows me, he's looking for me...

Michael thought shudderingly, lowering his head unconsciously, and in an instant, his pupils suddenly shrank.

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

Michael, who was suddenly gripped by despair, could hardly breathe, but when he caught a glimpse of the wardrobe used to store protective clothing from the corner of his eye, he became hopeful again. He hurriedly walked over, then stepped back, then ran to the window, opened it, and took off his protective clothing. Throwing the shoes away with all his strength, he ran barefoot back to the closet and hid himself in it.

Silence enveloped me from all directions, except for the sounds of breathing and the beating of my heart.

At a certain moment, Michael peeked through the crack in the cabinet door and saw the doorknob of the alchemy room slowly turning, and then being pushed open together with the debris blocking the door... Substantial darkness spread from outside the door.

Michael, who was hiding in the cabinet, peered into the outside world, hoping that the outline would attract attention through the open window.

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

As the wheel library got closer and closer, Michael held his breath to prevent himself from making a sound.

Ta-ta-ta-

Creepy footsteps passed in front of me without stopping. Just as Michael was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the cabinet door was suddenly opened, and darkness and coolness hit his face!

Michael opened his mouth wide and let out a girlish scream.

"Ahhhh——"

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

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

It took him several seconds to wake up.

"Did you accidentally fall asleep..."

Michael looked at the time, it was getting late, it was time to rest.

He began to clean up the messy alchemy table.

Um? Wait a moment...

When I was stunned, the sound of "ta da da da" footsteps suddenly came from outside the alchemy room...

Michael touched 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 knock on the door.

The biting darkness spread into the alchemy room from the slowly opened door. Michael, who had not yet gotten rid of the shadow of the dream, could not help but retreat. As a smiling face that could dissolve everything appeared behind the door, the fear and gloominess instantly faded away.

Annan couldn't wait to talk to Michael: "Michael, I thought of an idea to integrate the steam engine with the world!"

…

There is a sourceless flame burning on the alchemy table. If you look closely, you can see that this flame is entirely composed of beating runes.

"This is the flame 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 the magic runes are exhausted, they can still absorb the surrounding magic elements to replenish themselves. In other words, its power depends on magic power. Do you understand what I mean?"

Michael shook his head.

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

"Remember the steam engine I mentioned? Steam is generated by boiling water to push the piston."

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

"That's right! No... We don't use old power like steam, but magic power!"

Annan, who likes new things and hates 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 power to drive the piston directly, or even skip the piston and drive the body directly?"

There is no consumption caused by energy conversion. How much magic power is input can output how much power!

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 can compare to the inexhaustible magic elements?

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