Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 1046 Dreaming of Waking Up from a Book

"Hey bro, are you listening?"

"Sorry, I was a little distracted. I was thinking about the work my boss gave me. What's wrong with Sawan?"

"No amount of talking can compare to seeing it for yourself. Do you want to go see it?"

"Yes, I want to go see it."

"Um... the tickets are very expensive~~"

"The boss will reimburse you."

"Then come with me, young man."

……

……

Xia Shou dreamed that he opened his eyes.

Alice, dressed in a nun's habit, waited quietly in front of her.

The ceiling above was adorned with jewels and gold dust, making it extremely magnificent. Magic candles of various colors floated in the air, and the seven-colored light, after mixing with each other, turned into the white of sunlight when it fell below.

Xia Shou felt himself looking around the room he was in.

The room is luxurious and mysterious, with countless details revealing various traces of history.

Some things are too advanced for people of this era, but they are just right for Xia Shou, such as the paintings of spacecraft hanging on the wall and the fountain pens on his desk.

Xia Shou recalled his experiences in the book and let out a long, relieved sigh:

"I was lucky; I almost died. As expected of a god, even if only a portion of his characteristics are projected into the lower levels, it is still the upper limit of the worldview's power."

I understand now a little better why there are no extraordinary beings in the world of books.

In the book, he recalled using a composite bow to launch a surprise attack on Savan, the prototype of the Beast King's silhouette in the book, from a distance.

At the appropriate distance, that composite bow has enough weight to kill a wild animal like a large water buffalo with a single arrow.

If the arrow hits a vital point, it can kill the enemy instantly; even if it misses, it can greatly weaken the enemy's fighting ability.

He thought this would be a foolproof sneak attack.

But in order for the other party to know that he was the one who killed him, he had to spare his life first.

Therefore, he chose to shoot the opponent's thigh.

And he did hit the target, but the arrow did not pierce through the target as he had expected.

He saw with his own eyes that his arrow, as if it had hit black ironwood, pierced only the superficial muscle with a thud and then stopped. He could even see the fletching of the arrow tip trembling after it hit the ground.

It was as if Sawan's thigh was not flesh and blood, but a hard wooden board.

He was really startled in that alley.

The other party charged forward roaring like an enraged beast. The arrow stuck in his thigh had no effect on him; instead, it only made his rage seem even more terrifying.

Sawan's outstretched arms resembled a tiger pouncing on its prey, and his running movements were unlike those of a human.

The extent to which his upper body leaned forward, and the curvature of his spine, made it unimaginable how he maintained his balance and center of gravity while running.

Xia Shou still remembers the fear he felt at that moment. Encountering such an inhuman monster in the real world is frightening enough.

Moreover, aside from being able to see text prompts, he has no other superpowers.

He engaged the monster in a fierce battle with his Nepalese kukri in the narrow alley.

Having weapons against an unarmed opponent should have an overwhelming advantage, but the opponent's body is like that of someone who knows hard qigong.

Xia Shou made a forceful cut, but all he cut through was skin and a layer of white fat; only a slight amount of blood could be seen from the wound. It was as if what lay beneath the fat wasn't muscle, but blocks of high-density rubber—the kind that would bounce back when the knife struck it.

If he hadn't finally figured out Sawan's attack habits, and hadn't already had experience killing people, so he remained very calm even in extreme situations, he wouldn't have been able to find a weakness and gouge out those two eyeballs.

"If only I could put all my combat experience here into the book," Xia Shou sighed.

“Lord Summer Guardian, please don’t joke. Even forgetting things quickly is almost enough to keep you going in the book,” Alice said.

"I was just joking, I know it definitely won't work."

After saying that, Xia Shou glanced at the room's furnishings and casually remarked, "The room has changed a lot. Did you decorate it specially?"

“There was no special arrangement, it’s just… it’s been 153 years since the last time,” Alice replied.

Xia Shou frowned slightly: "Why has it taken so long?"

"The Beastmaster's shadow entered Stellaris a few years later than calculated. During this time, Alisuya had an accident, and we couldn't find a suitable person for you to possess."

Xia Shou raised his hand, clenched his fist, and then gently kicked the ground with his toes.

Indeed... it's not the body of the familiar Arisua anymore.

It's truly heartbreaking...

A hundred years have passed since the rotten axe handle, and everything has changed.

I just took a nap, but when I woke up, it was another separation without saying goodbye.

Another old friend has passed away.

"Does this person... know what I'm going to do?" Xia Shou asked, referring, of course, to the original owner of this body.

Alice nodded gently: "Yes, he understands everything, and he is prepared to sacrifice himself for Lord Natsumori."

Although you do not know him, your story has been passed down among his people, and he and all his people are waiting for you to sound the horn of war against the gods.

He said, "I hope you won't find his frail and weak body unacceptable."

Upon hearing this, Xia Shou noticed that although the new body was dressed elegantly, it was completely covered from head to toe, and its hands were also wearing deerskin gloves.

Xia Shou removed his right glove, and when he pulled it out, his skin and the inside of the glove were wet and smelled of herbs.

The skin on his right hand was covered with festering sores and many unhealed, deep wounds that exposed the bone, but the overall shape was no different from that of a normal person's hand.

"Has the curse improved slightly in the past hundred years?" Xia Shou asked in surprise.

In his understanding, it was impossible for people of this race not to have deformed bones.

Alice replied, "No, his body has been adjusted. His deformed bones have been corrected, and his height, length, and other parameters have been adjusted to the maximum extent possible according to your original body. So it should be... quite close."

As for the side effects and costs of the transformation, they have already been optimized through the three major ritual procedures; even the unavoidable defects have been postponed over time.

Xia Shou nodded.

He knew why Alice had chosen this person as his substitute, even though his body was so weak and frail.

Because of... desire.

This hatred for the curse cast by the Beast King across generations!

He harbored boundless anticipation and anxiety for this struggle, along with an overwhelming fighting spirit.

Although it's a stand-in, the person's soul still resides within the body.

Not everyone is qualified to face God directly.

Even just gaining a foothold in front of the agent is not something that can be achieved with mere courage.

(End of this chapter)