Steam Old Days: The Extraordinary Begins with a Corpse Collector

After Lyndon parted ways with Buck's team, he spent his time at the steam pump station dealing with the monster's corpse.

Lyndon ripped out all of the monster's internal organs, and even its hard scales, absorbing them all into the ether bottle.

I must say, this ether bottle is a really good thing.

Even after such a large amount of material was sucked into the bottle, the pressure gauge on the bottle only deflected by one-third of the total pressure value.

"How come I never knew this wonderful thing existed before?"

Lyndon held the ether bottle and looked into it through the window.

There were many more colored particles inside, and they were obviously more active, with collisions constantly occurring between them.

Lyndon sighed wearily, leaning against the monster, one hand on the ground, large beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

He suddenly felt short of breath, as if someone was choking him.

With my palm pressed against my chest, even my heart was beating incredibly fast.

"Could it be that the nightmares inside me are starting to affect my physical condition?" Linden wondered.

In order to obtain the monster's corpse, he could indeed be said to have overexerted his abilities.

Especially before the monster died, its consciousness suddenly exploded, and the power of the explosion almost affected the entire dream.

Fortunately, Lyndon repaired the dream in time and created a completely new dream within a dream near the monster, which barely saved him from being harmed.

However, this also made Lyndon realize that even in the dream he created, he was at risk of getting hurt.

"It seems that the consciousness of others can also influence one's dreams. What would happen if one encountered a true master, like Hughes?"

Lyndon wiped the sweat from his brow, deep in thought.

Realizing it was getting late, Lyndon forced himself to stand up.

He took the ether bottle and left the pumping station, then, following his memory, Linden groped his way through the spiderweb-like network of sewer pipes.

After searching for a while, he finally found a well passage leading to the surface.

If I remember correctly, the area above should be the industrial zone of Chongqing, which is also the most polluted area in Chongqing. It is shrouded in smog all year round. I heard that a few weeks ago, there was a toxic smog incident there, which killed many people.

But Lyndon was not afraid; all he wanted was to get out of the damp, dark sewer as quickly as possible.

He carried the ether bottle on his back, then climbed the iron ladder, and with his last bit of strength, used his shoulder to pry open the heavy manhole cover.

When the special air mixed with coal entered Lyndon's nostrils, he actually felt a sense of peace.

As dusk approached, the setting sun bathed the horizon in a blood-red hue.

Lyndon climbed onto the ground and staggered into a nearby alley.

Suddenly, exhaustion washed over him like a tidal wave, eroding Lyndon's will.

Lyndon could no longer bear it; his consciousness quickly sank into darkness, and he fell into a deep coma.

In an instant, he seemed to be back on that boundless grassland.

However, this time there were no ghosts wandering in the sky.

Lyndon wandered aimlessly across the prairie, feeling his feet grow heavier and heavier until he could only dig his fingers into the ground and drag himself forward.

After crawling forward for an unknown distance, Lyndon suddenly saw a pair of feet in front of him, a pair of bare feet, walking barefoot on the grass.

Looking up, he could barely make out the outline of a person, but if he tried to see it more clearly, the person's face always seemed to become more and more blurry.

Suddenly, the man stepped on Lyndon's face, stomping his face hard into the mud and ravaging it.

The damp mud clung to Lyndon's eyes and even got into his nostrils and mouth.

"I told you, you belong to me..."

The deep voice echoed in Lyndon's ears, but he only gripped the ankle of that foot, trying to break free from it.

"Let go, let go, let go!"

Lyndon woke up with a start. He sat up straight and looked around in horror, only to find himself in a narrow alley.

All around him were scattered pieces of household garbage, and the ether bottle containing the monster's organs lay overturned beside him.

"It was just a dream..."

Lyndon let out a long sigh of relief. He subconsciously touched his face and found it was wet and sticky to the touch.

Before Lyndon could react, a sudden meow came from beside him.

"Meow~"

Lyndon turned his head and saw a pure white cat staring at him without moving.

The cat's long, thin whiskers trembled slightly, and its pupils were very beautiful.

Its pupils are light blue, and they look like they contain countless stars.

Looking at the cat in front of him, Lyndon touched the water stains on his face and realized, "Were you licking me just now?"

The cat seemed to understand Lyndon's words, and even nodded its small cat head.

"I see."

It was already dark. Linden didn't know how long he had slept. He stood up, bent down, and stroked the cat's head.

The cat was very well-behaved; although it was their first meeting, it rubbed against Linden's palm affectionately.

But Lyndon's mind wasn't on the cat; he started thinking about his next move.

"Now that I have a mid-level alien organ in my possession, I definitely need to make my move as soon as possible."

But who to ask for help became a problem. After thinking it over, it seemed that only Alastor was a good choice.

After all, the two of them had some connection. As for finding another client, Lyndon had considered it, but he also had a mysterious bounty on his head in the underground black market.

If I get recognized, I'll have lost more than I gained.

Besides, there are indeed some misunderstandings between the two that need to be resolved properly.

Even becoming strangers is better than having an enemy.

"As for the second thing..."

Lyndon's mind stirred, and an old parchment book appeared before him.

Turning the pages, Lyndon's gaze fell on the new skill.

[Learnable Skill: Frenzy Spear (Active)]

[Effect: When you glimpse the mystery, the power of miracles will be bestowed upon you. When you are willing to offer your sacrifice to the other side, a spear from the mystery will help you preserve your mortal body from harm.]

The words in the book were so difficult to understand, but Lyndon didn't waste too much time on comprehension.

He simply drew a checkmark on the back without hesitation.

[Learn Skill: Frenzied Spear (Active)]

When this sentence appeared in the book, Lyndon, as usual, closed his eyes and carefully felt the changes in his body.

But strangely, I didn't feel anything in my body.

Lyndon opened his eyes. The white cat was still sitting beside him, quietly watching him. It would occasionally open its mouth wide and yawn.

"Maybe I should go find a place to try."

Lyndon thought for a moment, checked the condition of the ether bottle, then slung it over his shoulder and walked out of the alley.

The white cat watched Lyndon's departing figure, a glint of light flashing in its light blue pupils.

It stretched and then followed lightly.

After leaving the alley, Lyndon took a detour to an abandoned iron foundry in the area.

The tall chimneys stood like silent giants in the night, and the dilapidated factory buildings were filled with rusted machine parts and useless steel beams.

The room was empty; only the mournful sound of the wind whistling through the broken window could be heard.

This is the perfect place to test new skills.

Lyndon arrived at an open area in the center of the factory.

He has chosen a target.

It was a cast iron support column, as thick as a bowl.

Strangely enough, when Lyndon felt the urge to attack, he suddenly seemed to be controlled by someone and drew the knife from his waist.

Lyndon held the knife to his palm, the blade sliced ​​across, and blood instantly gushed from the wound, flowing down the lines of his palm.

After cutting open his palm, Lyndon closed his eyes and concentrated.

He could feel a scorching, sharp aura gathering in his palm.

The blood that had flowed out miraculously flowed back, then condensed into a ball in his hand, and then spread out to both sides.

[The Spear of Frenzy]!

In an instant, a blood-red spear nearly two meters long took shape in Lyndon's hand.

The spear emitted a dim red light.

The spearhead was sharp, and upon closer inspection, a glint of blazing white light swirled around it.

Lyndon flicked his wrist, instantly assuming a fighting stance.

The spear pierced the air, emitting a faint hum.

Whether it was stabbing, picking, sweeping, or flicking, Lyndon performed it all with great skill.

"Not bad!" A glint flashed in Lyndon's eyes, and he immediately changed his mind.

He took a few steps back, his gaze fixed on the cast iron load-bearing column he had just identified.

With a low shout, Linden hurled his arm forward! The blood-red spear flew out of his hand, transforming into a blinding streak of light, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch.

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A sharp, tearing sound of metal suddenly rang out.

The sturdy cast iron pillar was pierced through by the spear!

The spearhead protruded from the other side of the pillar, leaving a charred hole emitting blue smoke.

Lyndon opened his palm again and whispered, "Go back."

As if it had a mind of its own, the spear returned to Lyndon's hand with a whoosh.

After the spear returned to Lyndon's hand, it coalesced into a ball of blood and burrowed back into Lyndon's wound.

Lyndon ran his fingers over the wound on his palm, then walked to the cast iron support pillar, examining the hole in it, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

"Its power is indeed not to be underestimated. It can be used for close combat and long-range sniping, making it a crucial weapon for offense and defense in the future."

He muttered to himself, inwardly affirming the practical value of the [Frenzy Spear].

With this skill, Lyndon believed he had more confidence to fight against this treacherous world.

After testing the power of the [Frenzy Spear], Lyndon picked up the Ether Bottle again and left the factory.

Night had fallen, and the streets of the foggy city were shrouded in the dim yellow light of the gas streetlights.

There were no pedestrians on the street, only Lyndon wandering alone, slowly walking towards his apartment.

As he passed a steakhouse, Lyndon stopped and looked inside with suspicion.

He had assumed that all the shops would be closed and locked at this time, but surprisingly, a warm yellow light was still shining from the windows of this steakhouse.

Lyndon frowned slightly, a sense of vigilance and doubt rising in his heart.

This does indeed defy common sense.

Suddenly, Lyndon's pupils contracted. Through the window, he saw Alastor sitting inside, with a sizzling steak in front of him, along with all the side dishes.

It looked so delicious that Lyndon was getting hungry just looking at it.

Perhaps it was because Lyndon's love for food was too intense, Alastor seemed to feel that burning gaze.

He turned around and his gaze met Lyndon's.

Upon seeing this, Lyndon quickly turned his head away, believing that Alastor did not want to see him at this moment.

To his surprise, Alastor not only didn't show any signs of distress, but also waved to Lyndon, signaling him to come in.

Lyndon hesitated for a moment, but still chose to push the door open and come in, the hinges making a slight creaking sound.

"Linden! Come here! I never expected to see you here."

Alastor warmly invited Lyndon to sit down, as if they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for years and were meeting again.

It's hard to imagine that this gentleman had just angrily punched Lyndon and given him the middle finger.

This unusual attitude immediately alarmed Lyndon.

"I thought that after what happened last time, your first reaction to seeing me would be to beat me up." Lyndon's tone was flat, but his eyes kept glancing at Alastor's face.

Alastor waved his hand, his smile unchanged: "Let bygones be bygones. I've figured it out. You had your own difficulties back then. I was too profit-driven. A businessman should have a long-term vision and not be so petty."

These words sounded beautiful and noble, but Lyndon didn't hear them that way.

Shouldn't we be less meticulous?

Lyndon considered himself a good judge of character, and from the first moment he saw Alastor, he believed in his heart that Alastor was a self-serving person.

Now he's telling me not to be so calculating, it's like telling a tiger to stop eating meat.

Something's not right, not at all.

At that moment, Alastor noticed the ether bottle behind Lyndon.

"An ether bottle? Where did you get it? It wasn't cheap!"

Lyndon silently placed the ether bottle on the table, then stared intently into Alastor's eyes and said seriously, "Inside is an organ of a mid-level mutant. Do you want to take it?"

Upon hearing this, Alastor was initially taken aback, but his smile remained unchanged.

He leaned forward, lowered his voice, and spoke with a sincere, heartfelt tone:

"Of course I would, Mr. Lyndon. You always surprise me, which is why I'm still happy to associate with you. Mr. Lyndon, your potential is astonishing."

Alastor's gaze remained fixed on the ether bottle: "I believe what you've brought me is far from ordinary. However..."

"But what?" Lyndon asked, frowning.

"However, I'm a little short on funds lately..."

"So what do you want me to do?"

Lyndon immediately realized that Alastor needed his help.

Sure enough, those who offer unsolicited favors are either up to no good or are thieves; and an old fox like Alastor would never do something that doesn't make a profit.

Alastor's smile deepened. He cut off a piece of beef, dipped it in the sauce, and then put it in his mouth, chewing slowly as if enjoying the moment.

"It's not a big deal, really. You know, in our line of work, it's inevitable to have some unpleasant debt disputes. Recently, those bastards from the Black Sail Society owe me a considerable sum of money, and they've been dragging their feet for a long time. I'm looking for someone to help me get that money back."

He paused, his gaze fixed intently on Lyndon, and said, word by word:

"And I also heard that they seem to know something about your bounty!"