Steam Old Days: The Extraordinary Begins with a Corpse Collector

"Go up from here and you'll see a narrow cave. Don't stop, keep going forward. Once you come out of the cave, you'll be about one or two kilometers away from the foggy city."

Anvil led Lyndon to the top of his factory, where there was a passage leading to the ground, which was also Anvil's escape route.

Lyndon looked at the tunnel in front of him and thanked the anvil.

"Don't mention it." Anvil waved his hand, and he warned Lyndon again, "Young man, I still advise you not to be greedy. Directly expelling the nightmare from your body is the best choice. So what if you temporarily lose your power? Are you afraid of being useless in the future at such a young age?"

Lyndon smiled faintly upon hearing this: "Yes, Master. I'm so young, why would I be afraid of death?"

"Master, I've made up my mind. Mental-based extraordinary techniques are rare, so their potential for future achievement will be far greater than other conventional extraordinary techniques. Therefore, as long as there is hope, I will not give up easily."

Seeing that he couldn't persuade Lyndon, Anvil was also tired.

Let's go!

He no longer wanted to say anything more to Lyndon.

Everyone has their own destiny, which is beyond human control.

Watching Lyndon ascend into the tunnel leading to the surface, Anvil intended to drive the four-wheeled vehicle away.

But suddenly, Lyndon called out to the anvil again.

He placed one foot on the step, tilted his head to look at the hunched old man sitting in the car, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

"Master, I have one last question I would like to ask you."

The anvil's movement of turning the steering wheel suddenly stopped.

He had no idea what outrageous idea that madman Lyndon had come up with this time.

"Tell me, if I know, I will answer."

Then Linden launched into a long explanation: "The master once said that powerful mental superhumans can pull their enemies into their mental world to fight. So, can this method also be used against physical aliens?"

"Are you done talking?"

"That's all."

The way Iron Anvil looked at Lyndon was like the way he looked at a patient who had escaped from an asylum.

"sure."

Iron Anvil had already guessed Lyndon's thoughts; he estimated that Lyndon wanted to defeat the Dream Moth in the spiritual world.

I must say, this is a good idea.

The anvil agreed with Lyndon's conjecture, but then he changed the subject:

"However, this requires a high level of mental strength, because mental strength is not divided into good and bad. A person's mind can be swayed by various emotions, but the alien species only thinks about killing. Therefore, the only thing that can shake their minds is something that makes them feel fear."

"But how strong do you have to become to make those beasts afraid!" Iron Anvil couldn't help but sigh.

Having received his answer, Lyndon said nothing more. He turned and walked into the tunnel, heading towards the surface.

……

"Huff~ Huff~ Huff~"

Lyndon stepped out of the narrow cave, his feet sinking into the slippery mud and moss.

The blinding sunlight suddenly replaced the darkness inside the cave, causing him to squint instinctively.

Linden is currently in a birch forest on the outskirts of the Fog City.

Unlike the nauseating smog and overwhelming coal smell of Chongqing, the air in the forest carries the fresh scent of grass and trees, along with the dampness of the soil.

Lyndon took a deep breath, his lungs expanding greedily, savoring a moment of peace.

The afternoon sun pierced through the clouds, casting dappled light across the forest.

Linden stood in the birch forest, casually picked a wildflower from the ground, and smelled it.

He began to think about his future plans.

"That secret recipe requires a pure silver engraving, spore sacs of star moss, and pure spiritual crystals."

"I can try to get three ounces of the pure spiritual crystals from Hughes; he's a deacon in the church, so he should have some."

"The powder of the Dream-Clearing Moth is a bit difficult to obtain. We need to plan carefully and make full preparations before we set off to find it."

"As for the other two..."

According to Iron Anvil, he could actually buy it on the black market.

Lyndon couldn't help but think of Alastor.

Alastor was his springboard to the black market, and he also controlled a great deal of resources and intelligence in the underworld.

For Lyndon, his value is self-evident.

Lyndon was unwilling to break with him from the bottom of his heart.

First, it resulted in the loss of one's own interests; second, it created unnecessary enemies for oneself.

As the anvil said: He should reconcile with Alastor.

Lyndon also knew that Alastor was essentially a businessman, and that as long as sufficient benefits could be offered again, there was a possibility of repairing the relationship.

"But where should we start to break through?"

Lyndon calmed down and thought it over.

He recalled their initial deal.

He took the ghoul's fangs to Alastor, and in order to get him to offer a higher price, Lyndon deliberately said that he had more than twenty pairs of fangs.

This made him look at him as a corpse collector in a different light.

If he hunts ghouls again and gives the fangs to Alastor, it might ease some of the tension, at least showing that he is willing to make amends.

Furthermore, ghouls, as a low-level mutant species, are dangerous, but compared to other mutant species, they are easier to hunt and more familiar to me, making them the most suitable practice targets at present.

Lyndon hadn't forgotten his cheat code; he'd been stuck at level three for far too long and needed to improve his strength as soon as possible to unlock his second profession and gain more skills.

Only in this way can Lyndon have more confidence to stand in the world.

Anvil said that he could only use Nightmare's ability five or six more times, so this would become Lyndon's trump card, and he could no longer use it casually.

In this way, I will be more confident when I go to Wiltlin City to hunt Dream Moths in the future.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves and fell on Lyndon's face. His gaze traveled through the woods, looking towards the misty city, and he had already made up his mind.

Lyndon took one last deep breath of the fresh forest air, tightened his collar, and strode off toward the foggy city.

……

pawnshop.

Alastor had already arrived at the store.

He paced back and forth behind the counter, his leather shoes making a dull thud on the wooden floor.

Lyndon's stubborn face kept flashing through his mind.

"Damn it! Damn it! That damned corpse collector, he broke our deal!"

Alastor clenched his fist and slammed it heavily against the counter.

Boom!

"Lydon Copperfield! You bastard!"

Alastor roared at the top of his lungs.

Just then, a series of three short knocks followed by one long knock came from the pawnshop's door.

Alastor looked up sharply at the sound, his eyes still burning with anger, but now filled with a hint of wariness.

He straightened his clothes, sat behind the counter, and calmed himself down.

Then Alastor said in a deep voice towards the door, "Come in!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a small, thin figure flashed in.

"Boss, I thought you didn't want to see me today!"

The speaker had a pointed mouth and monkey-like face, a sleazy figure, and a pair of shifty eyes.

His name is Tom the Mouse, and he is Alastor's most astute informant in the underground black market.

Tom was soaking wet, his brown hair plastered to his scalp, and his old jacket was covered in mud, clearly having crawled out of some gutter or alley in the foggy city.

He shrank back, caught a glimpse of Alastor's ashen face, and took a half-step back in fright.

"What's there to be afraid of!"

Seeing Tom's cowardly appearance, Alastor couldn't help but vent his anger on him.

"I told you, don't come looking for me unless it's important. So, what do you want?"

Tom shakily pulled a soaking wet piece of paper from the pocket of his old jacket.

"Boss, we've made progress on what you asked me to investigate!"