Headache!

It hurts very much!

My brain seems to have exploded...

I felt that Raymond woke up and felt like he wanted to pull his head off and throw it away.

The eyes were blurred, but his body seemed to be in some irregular shock, just like he was thrown on the turbulent sea boat after a hangover. The strong vomiting made him try to get up.

But as soon as Raymond sat up, the originally dark environment gradually became brighter, and the soft music also sounded around him, making him turn his face.

A small room less than five square meters seems to be only two meters in height, which makes it a depressing feeling of depression.

In addition to the small bed beneath me, not far away is a chair, a small table, and a bathing room in the corner.

The light source seemed to be released from the inside of the wall. It initially seemed very soft, but it quickly became a little dazzling. The bath room seemed to heat up because there was a water mist on the glass inside it was rapidly generating.

Looking at Raymond, who was gradually condensed into water droplets and began to slide down, he also noticed that the temperature around him seemed to be dropping rapidly. Only then did he realize that he was wearing a set of cotton pajamas and stacking a whole set of clean clothes from the inside to the outside at the foot of the bed.

The headache is gradually easing, and Raymond, whose thinking ability is gradually recovering, couldn't help but feel sank in his heart.

Because he recalled what had happened before, he remembered that the moment before he was still standing at the head of the giant warship, facing the giant hands that were pressing down from the sky with his face raised.

But why are you in such a room now?

I wanted to retrieve the chip, but there was no response!

Want to open the storage ring. No response!

I wanted to release my perception for exploration, but my whole body seemed to be imprisoned. It was impossible!

When he wanted to release the shadow score, Raymond also found that his talented magic could not be used!

The true body did not react at all. Obviously, his strength has been subjected to extremely severe suppression or imprisonment by some special method!

Raymond, whose pupils suddenly shrank, jumped down and came to the small table with a quick glance, pulling the drawer open.

Empty!

Wow...

The sound of water coming from the bathing room made Raymond turn his face, and the bathing room in the corner automatically started to spray water. A countdown timer that seemed to be a projection was also revealed on the wall inside it, and the timing began.

Timed spray?

Countdown?

He became more and more confused. Raymond couldn't help but stare at the projection number that was vaguely visible in the bath room. After about two minutes, the digital projection began to flash, and then disappeared in an instant as the water flow stopped after three seconds.

Bang, bang bang, bang bang bang bang!

A quick knock on the door came from behind Raymond, followed by a crackling sound, and a somewhat thick voice came in from outside the door. "White! White! Hurry up, today's task is very heavy, don't always spend time in it..."

Raymond turned his face and saw that the handle of the door was twisted, but it was obviously locked from the inside. So he could not be twisted from the outside.

Where is this place?

How could I appear here?

Raymond, who was puzzled, squatted down and grabbed the chair legs of the chair. He started to deform like plasticine with his fingers.

The power of the original body is still there, but all the magic and abilities that belong to wizards have been lost.

Raymond, who is currently judging that he has the strength, only opened the door after changing his pajamas.

Standing outside the door was a middle-aged man in canvas. He was stunned when he saw the door open. Then he shook his head. "Every time I'm so slow, it's not easy to survive with your temperament..."

He seemed not ready to get Raymond's response. The middle-aged man waved his hand impatiently to signal him to follow and began to move along the narrow and cramped passage.

I silently followed the middle-aged man walking in the passage. I saw the numbered doors on both sides, red, green and yellow display lights on the walls, cables fixed on the top of the passage, and induction doors that appeared before I walked far.

"Uncle scolds you for your own good... Since you have boarded the ship, don't think you are still in your own home. Do more things and spend less time staring blankly. Don't always think that everyone is targeting you and is on this ship. Any mistake is fatal..."

The middle-aged man walking in front was a little nagging, and his right leg seemed to have some problems, so he would occasionally become unstable in a shaking environment and needed to hold on to the wall on his side to restore balance.

He lowered his head and observed the environment quietly. He listened to Raymond, who was walking in front of him, and he felt more and more ridiculous.

Obviously, his current identity is no longer Raymond from the Wizard Plane, but an intern maintenance worker named White.

His task is to repair the equipment and fasten the parts that often loosen.

After a while, I walked through the narrow passage and entered a room where a giant device made up of various gears was located. The middle-aged man pointed to the many tools placed on the cart and explained. "White, your task today is to check all the fasteners of the host No. 3, and still handle it according to the previous standards. Remember to notify me after completing it..."

With a bang.

The heavy hatch door was closed from the outside.

Raymond, who breathed a sigh of relief, came to the cart and checked the tools on it.

Cross head, flat screwdriver, inner four-corner and hexagon wrench of various specifications, single and double-headed plum blossom wrench, small hammers of various lengths, hammers...

There are hundreds of tools, each piece is wiped cleanly, and there are also auxiliary materials such as wipes, lubricants, etc. on the lower layer of the cart.

Raymond, who had no idea what the "standard" mentioned by the middle-aged man had mentioned before, was not ready to start working according to his instructions before leaving, picked up a screwdriver and grabbed it in his hand, and walked towards the giant equipment.

Gears, chains, conductive rods of various lengths and a huge spindle form the entire equipment.

The equipment that was still operating normally made a rumbling sound, and when it approached, it could still feel a strong vibration. Obviously, the vibrations felt in the passage before should be due to these equipment.

A room with a length and width of no more than fifty meters and a height of only about eight meters. The main shaft at its center is the power source that drives all the gears inside to operate.

The three heights vary, and there are triangular ladders that pulleys can push at the bottom, which seems to be used for climbing.

There was no problem with the whole room. Of course, given the current situation where he could not be released, Raymond also understood that even if there was some kind of surveillance in this way, he would not be able to detect it.

Raymond, who had only the power left in his body, thought about it and suddenly pierced the screwdriver in his hand towards his left arm!

puff……

The screwdriver on the crosshead was forcibly broken when it touched its skin after it was pierced.

I thought to myself if there was no problem with my previous memory, why is the power and defense ability of the original body still in its original state, but all other abilities have been lost?

If the giant hands that appeared in the air before were determined to be attacked by the Saint Lord of the Sith tribe, then does it mean that the environment he is in is the illusion he released?

However, in terms of the realm he has reached, if such a real illusion has affected him, then the caster's level must reach the level of the ancestor to be close to the ancestor. Could it be that the previous guess of the "Saint Lord" of the Sith tribe had a mistake, and that the Holy Lord is really a powerful existence close to the ancestor?

If this is true, the possibility of getting out of trouble is really very small.

The special illusion formed by the ability close to the ancestor can basically make people fall into it and cannot escape, and they may be immersed in this illusion until they die!

Just as I thought of this, the spindle in front of him made a strange noise, and its speed increased like it was out of control. A white light appeared in front of his eyes with a squeaking sound... (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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