Steam Old Days: The Extraordinary Begins with a Corpse Collector

The surroundings were deathly silent.

One second it was a steam pumping station filled with the roar of monsters and the flying blood and flesh, the next it turned into a boundless, suffocating, silent abyss.

Ethan, Hannah, Titan, Sean, and their captain's consciousness suddenly arrived in this mysterious space.

Everyone was filled with doubt and uncertainty, the fear of being on the verge of death had not yet completely dissipated.

Titan, in particular, was touching his head, muttering, "My head's still there, my head's still there..."

Suddenly, Ethan pointed at the burly man and said, "Brother, you're alright!"

At this moment, the other four noticed that their captain, who had been punched away by the monster, was now standing unharmed in front of them.

The burly man touched his body in confusion and found that he did not seem to be missing any key parts.

"Big brother, I know you have self-healing abilities, but your self-healing is just too fast!"

Ethan couldn't help but complain.

In such a talented witcher squad, how could the burly man who is the captain be an incompetent person?

In fact, the strong man had undergone more transplant surgeries than the other four, and of course, they were more thorough.

As a result, even without taking the magic potion, the strong man possessed a powerful self-healing ability.

Unless his head is blown off, basically nothing can really hurt him.

Suddenly, Ethan pointed at Sean and exclaimed, "My God! How did Sean become so small?!"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Sean, who was standing to the side. Just as Ethan had said, the youngest member of the team was only the height of a six or seven-year-old child.

Moreover, Sean's skin did not seem to change as his body shrank; the loose skin wrapped around his short frame, making him look like a Shar Pei.

"I...I..."

Sean tried to speak, but the voice that came out was a high-pitched, shrill one, which terrified him even more. His face turned pale, and he instinctively grabbed Titan's trouser leg for support.

Titan crouched down and cradled Sean in his hands, awkwardly comforting his teammate.

"Where is this? Could it be that monster's power?"

Hannah clenched her fists, warily surveying the utter darkness.

Ethan tried to harness his superhuman strength to gauge the size of the place with his speed.

But as soon as Ethan took a step, his expression changed.

"Big brother, I've lost my abilities!"

Ethan's voice was filled with unprecedented panic.

He focused his mind and tried again to mobilize the extraordinary power within his body, but all he received in response was a deathly emptiness.

The spiritual power that used to surge through his veins after drinking the potion had vanished without a trace.

He was just like an ordinary person, only able to jump around in place a couple of times at random, his movements so slow that even Ethan himself felt unfamiliar and frightened.

Ethan clenched his fist, but felt no power at all.

"I can't feel my own power anymore!"

Hannah exclaimed in surprise as she tried to expel the scorching power again, but her body temperature remained unchanged, and her skin showed no reaction whatsoever; her body was perfectly normal.

Titan remained silent, his towering figure as solid as a rock.

He looked down at his arm that was cradling Sean; the arm was still strong, but the scales on it had become somewhat dull and lifeless.

The burly man, Buck, moved his wrists with a serious expression.

He said in a deep voice, "It seems that our abilities are all restricted here, just like when we became Witchers."

Just then, the young male voice echoed again in the pitch-black space, still speaking in a language they couldn't understand at all:

"Hey! Playing dead?! You were howling so loudly just now, and now you're mute?!"

The five people instantly tensed up, forming a circle back to back, and warily scanning the surrounding darkness.

Sean trembled in Titan's palm.

"Who? Who's there?!"

Buck spoke in a deep voice in Common, trying to make his voice sound calm and powerful. Even he himself felt that his voice was a little weak in this space.

As soon as Buck finished speaking, a figure emerged from the darkness.

The figure was wearing a black cloak and a hood.

Beneath the hood was a young face.

The five members of the team became more alert when they saw someone suddenly appear in the space.

They then saw the man speak, enunciating each word clearly, in the common language of the United Kingdom of Three Islands: "Who was that just now! Who was howling like that, risking their life!"

……

Lyndon was very angry.

He originally intended to have his squad clear away any obstacles preventing him from seeing the Ghoul King, so he hid outside the pump station, waiting for the Witcher and the Ghoul King to fight to the death so he could profit from the conflict.

To his utter surprise, Lyndon only noticed that the gunfire inside had stopped and assumed that they had finished fighting, so he went over to take a look.

As soon as he reached the door, he heard a roar coming from inside.

It felt like being trapped inside a giant bell, with people outside constantly striking the bell with wooden stakes.

Lyndon felt dizzy and his vision went black. He quickly collapsed to the ground.

When he woke up again, he was in a sewage ditch in the sewer.

The foul-smelling sewage soaked Lyndon's clothes completely.

Some unidentified fluffy substance stuck to his face and hands, and the slippery feel made Lyndon feel uneasy.

He climbed out of the ditch and tried to remove the things from his face.

But the fluffy substance seemed to multiply; the more Lyndon removed, the more he felt on his face.

"How are we going to wash this?!"

Lyndon looked down at the shirt, which was now completely ruined, and felt extremely distressed.

He was still able to remain calm at this point, but his expression froze when Lyndon touched his back.

He touched his back in disbelief, finally confirming that the fangs he had painstakingly collected, along with his coat, were all gone.

Especially his coat.

He bought it for four shillings at a flea market, and the shopkeeper even gave him a pair of wool socks as a gift!

……

At this moment, Lyndon stood in front of the five members of the team, determined to find the culprit.

The five members of the team looked at each other, not understanding Lyndon's true thoughts, but from his words just now, they could tell that he seemed to be looking for someone who would yell and shout.

Thinking of this, the other four couldn't help but look at Sean, who was lying on Titan's hand.

Noticing the change in the others' gazes, Lyndon also turned his attention to Sean.

Sean, already terrified by the drastic change in his body, became even more panicked, nearly slipping from Titan's grasp.

Lyndon suddenly appeared in front of Sean, which truly stunned everyone.

"You were the one who shouted that!"

"I just... I just used the sonic boom technique to protect my teammates," Sean's voice was barely audible.

"Um!"

Lyndon's eyes widened and his expression turned fierce after hearing Sean's explanation.

Seeing this, Sean trembled, so Titan turned to the side and used his arm to block Sean.

At this moment, Buck, as the captain, decisively stepped forward, shielding his teammate behind him. Standing in front of Lyndon, he said in a deep voice, "My teammate had no intention of offending you. He was only trying to protect us. I hope you won't take offense! But I have a question."

Buck's gaze sharpened.

"May I ask who you are? And where is this place?"

Meanwhile, Hannah and Ethan were watching Lyndon intently.

If Lyndon does anything wrong, they will definitely pounce on him.

Lyndon remained silent for a moment when faced with Buck's question.

After a long silence, he waved his hand and said, "Do you really think I'd bother with a guy like that?"

Lyndon turned and took two steps, then turned back and said in a sinister tone, "This is the space I control; I'm the one who brought you all in."

"What is your purpose?"

Buck asked respectfully.

He wasn't a mindless brute; judging from Lyndon's tone, creating space seemed to be a very simple matter for him.

Little did he know that Lyndon was simply deceiving him.

Lyndon's so-called creative space is nothing more than pulling people into the same dream.

This is still a far cry from truly creating a small world.

Lyndon said casually, "Watching you fight that monster has piqued my interest."

"What about the monster?" Buck asked.

Lyndon chuckled and waved his hand gently, and suddenly another small space appeared in the darkness.

In the space, a hideous monster was launching an attack on the void of darkness.

The team was horrified; they didn't know that this was still one of Lyndon's tricks.

He simply created a dream within a dream, making the two sides unable to see each other.