Embers Ad Infinitum

Chapter 794: Requesting Help

Translator: CKtalon

After lunch, Shang Jianyao lay on the bed early.

He entered the Mind Corridor and eagerly opened Room 506’s door.

It was dark inside, and there seemed to be an ocean hidden deep within.

Shang Jianyao knew that it represented the room owner’s Sea of Origins, which was also her mind world and the source of her consciousness. As long as he could clear the danger-filled darkness, he could reach there and directly speak to the room owner.

But due to the other party knowing the secret that involved a Kalendaria, the Shang Jianyaos temporarily decided not to take the risk every time they voted.

The appearance of this scene also meant that the room owner wasn’t dreaming.

“Sorry to disturb you. I’ll come back later.” Shang Jianyao politely left the room and closed the vermilion wooden door. He then went to his Sea of Origins and played a round of games before returning to Room 506 on schedule.

As the brass handle twisted, the vermilion door opened. Shang Jianyao took a step forward and saw the blue sky.

His eyes lit up as he muttered to himself excitedly, “I’ve finally caught you!”

He ‘bumped into’ the dream of Room 506’s owner again.

Without hesitation, Shang Jianyao walked under the blue sky.

The environment around him changed.

Bright sunlight scattered down, illuminating the glass windows that were bright and clean. It also illuminated the air with countless motes of dust.

Outside the window was a busy street. It resembled the Fourth Research Institute’s residential area, but it was limited to one corner.

Many shops on the street had their doors closed and stalls set up outside. It was the complete opposite of the situation in Weed City and other human settlements.

At this moment, a blurry female figure was sitting in a rocking chair by the window. She held a book in her hand and bathed in the warm and bright sunlight. From time to time, she would take a sip of coffee and sigh. “This is what life should be. This is life!”

Shang Jianyao couldn’t be bothered to size up the dream’s composition carefully. He thought for a moment and transformed into the cyborg monk, Zen Master Redemption. He planned on communicating with the room owner in a calm and benevolent manner to induce her to reveal the corresponding

secrets.

Zen Master Redemption—who had put on a monk robe and a kasaya—had a red glow in his eyes as he walked toward the blurry female figure in front of the window.

Zen Master Redemption pressed his palms together and greeted, “Namo Annutara~Samyak-Subhuti. Patron, how have you been?”

Perhaps it was because the female figure’s face was hazy in the dream and occasionally changed, he couldn’t identify her.

She looked at Zen Master Redemption—who was in a cyborg monk state. Not only was she not surprised or afraid, but she ended up asking curiously, “Robots can also believe in the Kalendaria and become monks?”

“Don’t you know about the Monks Conclave?” Shang Jianyao quickly changed the topic.

The female figure chuckled. “But a mechanical monk is essentially still human.”

“Robots are also humans,” Zen Master Redemption explained calmly.

The female figure came to a realization. “You’re a fanatic—the kind of robot that believes itself to be human.”

“Tm from the Redemptionists,” the cyborg monk replied truthfully.

The female figure thought for a few seconds and waved her hand. “Forget it, forget it. Say whatever you want. Don’t hold me up from my suntan.”

Shang Jianyao recalled his goal and asked as Zen Master Redemption, “I have something to ask you.”

The blurry female figure said without turning her head, “I’m not sure. I don’t know. Find someone else.”

“Ican pay.” Zen Master Redemption didn’t give up.

‘The blurry female figure joked, “If you were a handsome man, I would be willing to consider it. As a robot, forget it.”

“You look down on robots!?” Shang Jianyao—who valued relationships—questioned angrily.

His body changed from a cyborg monk to a human. He then stroked his chin and, without receiving permission, directly asked, “Why do the Kalendarium want to rear humans?”

The blurry female figure suddenly froze. She then slowly turned around and looked at Shang Jianyao.

The next second, she let out a sharp cry. “Ah! Don’t come over!”

As her voice echoed, the entire dreamscape quickly shattered.

Tarnan, Serene Dream Hotel, in a very girlish-looking bedroom.

The lady boss, Aynor, sat up. “Damn it! You don’t even let me off during the day!”

After cursing a few times, she muttered to herself worriedly, “What should I do? Why is that fellow constantly haunting me? He hasn’t given up even now. My biological clock has been screwed up all this time! He has already discovered my countermeasure. The method of staying up late at night and

sleeping during the day won’t work…”

Aynor hesitated for a long time before she finally mustered her courage and planned on going out to get help. After all, compared to revealing the secret and facing the cruel reality, she would rather swallow her pride and pretend to be thick-skinned.

To be honest, if the haunting fellow was willing, she would’ve sincerely begged him to let her off.

Aynor put on her colorful clothes, instructed the hired hotel receptionist, and went straight to Nanke Convent.

Her target was Abbess Zhou Yue. This Daoist priestess couldn’t remember other people’s faces, so she naturally became Aynor’s first choice.

‘When the time came, as long as she didn’t say her name or casually fabricate an alias, Zhou Yue wouldn’t remember who had come to her for help amidst snot and tears.

This perfectly matched Aynor’s requirements.

She arrived at Nanke Convent. Through the open brown wooden door and the impluvium, the lady boss entered the hall pavilion with the cloud patterns.

At this moment, many believers were sitting on rows of black recliners, facing the shrine with the dragon symbol and praying with their eyes closed.

Zhou Yue stood in front of the symbols formed by shattered mirrors. She was still wearing the white robe that had the Old World’s classical style. A length of hemp rope was tied to her waist, and her black hair draped down her shoulders.

Aynor struggled for a while before walking in front of Zhou Yue and shouting, “Abbess Zhou.”

“What’s the matter?” Zhou Yue asked with a smile.

Aynor didn’t know who the other party thought her to be as she heaved a sigh of relief and said, “I would like your Church’s help.”

Zhou Yue widened her eyes slightly. “Madam Aynor, you’re in trouble? It’s no wonder you haven’t appeared recently.”

“…” Aynor was stunned for a moment. “How did you recognize me?”

Although she didn’t disguise herself, she believed she didn’t need to disguise herself when facing Zhou Yue.

Zhou Yue frankly replied, “In all of Taman, only you would wear such clothes.”

Aynor looked down at her abnormally beautiful dress and indignantly said, “What if an outsider comes to Tarnan today and happens to like wearing such clothes?”

“Then, I’d just make a mistake recognizing them. It’s not like I haven’t recognized wrongly before…” Zhou Yue muttered softly. She then spread her hands, raised her body slightly, and looked at a certain spot in the void. “Everything is but a dream. Why so serious?”

Aynor was speechless.

“Madam Aynor, what trouble did you encounter?” Zhou Yue asked in concern.

At this point, Aynor could only facepalm and say, “Does your Church nurture Awakened who are good at Hypnosis? I’ve been having nightmares recently, and I hope I won’t have nightmares again.”

She was still unwilling to tell the truth.

Zhou Yue didn’t mind. “Tl help you ask.”

She did as she said. She left the hall where the shrine was and entered her room to send a telegram to headquarters.

Before long, Zhou Yue came out and went straight to the one in a colorful and clean dress. “Our Clam Dragon Church has similar Awakened, but it might take more than ten days or even a month for them to arrive.”

“That’s quite some time…” Aynor frowned.

Zhou Yue consoled her. “It’s just a nightmare, nothing serious. Everything is but a dream. Why so serious?”

Aynor’s face collapsed as she gritted her teeth and said, “That’s right; it’s only a nightmare. Let it be. It’s not like anyone will die!”

He deserves it if he can get anything out of me. If he can’t, I’ll pretend that nothing happened!

In Weed City, Shang Jianyao excitedly told Jiang Baimian and the others about his encounter.

“In other words, the reason the person in Room 506 doesn’t dream at night is that she only sleeps during the day?” Long Yuehong asked in surprise.

Shang Jianyao sighed in amazement. “That should be the case. What a talent; it actually stumped me for months!”

Jiang Baimian smiled. “However, this method doesn’t solve the problem at its root; it can’t prevent the inevitable forever. Hey, try it during the day and night from now on. Use your abilities and try to obtain the answer as soon as possible.”

“Alright!” Shang Jianyao replied, his eyes lighting up.

In the afternoon, the Old Task Force left their rented apartment, walked across the street, and circled to the alley where Ah Fu’s Gun Shop was.

The shop was very quiet. Only the boss, Ah Fu, was fully focused on repairing the second-hand firearms he had received.

Upon sensing someone entering the shop, he looked up at the door.

As Bai Chen and the others had disguised themselves well, Ah Fu didn’t recognize them for a moment. He stood up and asked, “What guns would you like to buy?”

“Where’s Auntie Nan?” Bai Chen asked bluntly.

Ah Fu was Auntie Nan’s younger brother.

Ah Fu finally recognized the Old Task Force, and his expression immediately turned sad.. “At the end of last year, my sister—my sister contracted the Heartless disease

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