In the dream world, Carl regained consciousness.

Looking at the thriving dream world, Carl's originally uneasy heart calmed down.

"Since I woke up in the dream world, it seems that both of us should have survived. Tsk, not necessarily. Maybe I have become a vegetable?"

Rubbing the head of his consciousness, although Carl was scared of his previous reckless behavior, he did not regret it very much.

Although Mooreban and the Tower Master admired him very much, he did not want to completely rely on them for his future.

Indeed, following these two masters in the field of mechanics, Carl is almost certain to become the future dean of Arkanix, and then wait until Mooreban retires from the position of tower master and he will succeed him as tower master.

Although the current tower master, Marchi, did not say it directly, given the current situation, the probability is not small.

"Hmm~, it's still not strong enough. Otherwise, Master and the Tower Master should at least ask for my opinion. This feeling is really bad."

In his previous life, Carl had also imagined how nice it would be to be assigned by an elder to work as a waiter to eat and die.

However, when he was really about to be arranged by someone, he, who had never had a rebellious period in his two lives, actually tried to resist.

This made Karl wonder if he was a bit mean in his bones?

After wiping his face, Carl activated his psychic power and prepared to enter the second level of the dream world.

But when the psychic energy enveloped him and he sank in the dream, he suddenly felt a more "real" feeling of weightlessness.

When he opened his eyes again, what appeared before him was a chaotic and distorted world.

Memories have turned into distorted illusions in this world.

It was a strange style of painting similar to the oil painting "The Scream". Everything seemed a little hazy, the clock dial was hanging on the tree branches like cloth, and the whole world was filled with a postmodern abstract style.

"My third-level dream world is like this?"

Based on the experience of the last plug-in evolution, Carl felt that this should be the third level of the dream world.

And if nothing unexpected happened, the reason he came here was because he had just done something "willful".

In other words, things that can help him improve his spiritual power.

The improvement of spiritual power is very subjective.

Some people use ascetic practice and strict discipline to cultivate it; others, like the Joker in Gotham, release it by relying on their lawless nature.

Considering social stability, the former is definitely more in line with public expectations.

But it must be said that the second method is more in line with the wishes of the psychic holder himself.

Driven by psychic energy, this strange power became more and more arbitrary in Carl's hands.

If one day Carl gets the job of a psychic with the help of this thing, he would not be surprised at all.

Along with the psychic power, the small area around Carl finally changed from an abstract style to a more realistic direction.

Steel, machinery, and gears appeared around him.

Soon, a large number of mechanical creations emerged in the entire abstract world.

They are combined with the abstract scenery in a wonderful way, which is strange but inexplicably harmonious.

Carl wanted to transform this place further, but no matter how hard he tried, the dream world on the third level would never change again.

"Forget it, it's good to be like this. At least it's much more comfortable to look at than at the beginning."

Giving up the idea of ​​further changes, Carl calmed down and planned to try to experiment what special functions the third level of dreams had.

However, no matter how he experimented, this strange world showed no other characteristics.

It cannot simulate or create illusions and looks like an unfinished product.

In the end, Carl gave up the experiment and returned to the second level of the dream world.

At the border of the dream world, several figures wandered outside, trying to communicate with the consciousness in the dream world, but Carl's dream world isolated all of this and did not accept any temptation or promise.

…

After a long time, Carl returned to reality from the dream world.

Although he had suffered a collision, Carl felt refreshed at this moment.

This feeling is difficult to describe specifically, but in short - he felt that all his thoughts were clear.

Poor Nia was curled up in Carl's arms wearing a helmet. Her pale little face was bloodless and the white mist coming out of her mouth and nose looked so thin.

Taking off his helmet, Carl put it back on.

"Master Karl! Thank God, you finally woke up. You two have been unconscious for more than 20 minutes. Miss Nia's vital signs are fine, but it's a bit too cold here."

As soon as I put on the helmet, No. 1's voice began to chatter.

As a backup plan to ensure the safety of Carl and Nia, he was about to call for Moore's class to come for rescue.

There is a spiritual connection across space between the artificial life servants created by the artificer's infusion ability and their masters.

Although it is impossible to transmit information directly at such a long distance, it is possible to make the other party realize that something has happened by self-destructing.

Of course, even if it self-destructs, the mechanic can reactivate it at a cost, just like restarting a shut-down computer.

"It's okay, I'll light a fire right away."

Turning his head, Carl looked at V not far away.

After being transformed, this guy is temporarily unable to transform, so he can only try his best to maintain the release of the fire element so that this ice hole will not be so cold.

If it weren't for him, Carl and Nia might have frozen to death in those short twenty minutes.

"Good boy! Good job!"

After praising V, Carl removed the part of the motorcycle that originally belonged to his power armor.

Without the restraint of these parts, V transformed into the Iron Guard again, and the floater controlling the flaming arrow released spells.

However, the heat of the trick was far less than the flames that Carl had released before using dragon crystal.

The temperature in the ice cave rose only slightly and then quickly dropped again.

The road they came from was now covered with ice again. If nothing unexpected happened, the white dragon beasts must have been trying to kill them by creating the breath, but ended up blocking the ice cave instead.

"Here! V, take this! Chisel forward!"

Carl took out the spear of the previous fire lizard from the dimensional bag and handed it to V, asking him to use fire arrows and thunder fists to cut the ice in the direction mentioned by No. 1.

It’s no wonder that the high-frequency vibrations generated by the Thunder Fist are quite effective in causing damage to the ice after passing through the spear.

"Nia? Wake up!"

Seeing that the excavation was going smoothly, Carl hugged Nia and shook her continuously.

After a while, Nia woke up from her coma.

Despite the protection of the warm ring, the surrounding temperature still made her shiver.

"Karl? We are..."

Looking around in confusion, Nia's memory began to recover rapidly.

"Niya, we are now inside the snowy mountain. We will need your help using water manipulation techniques."

(End of this chapter)