The white, quiet ward is filled with the smell of disinfectant.
The dim light fell on the face of a pale and withered man on the hospital bed.
His eyelids flickered and he opened his eyes.
At this time, in the corner of the ward, Dean stood against the wall with his hands folded across his chest. Dean, who had changed into a black suit and stood tall, smiled and said hello.
"Luben, welcome back to reality."
His voice was like a hand in the darkness, instantly awakening this third-rate writer from the depressing dream of falling into the abyss, allowing him to return to the world and be reborn!
The old man lying beside the hospital bed also held Lu Ben's hand excitedly, his tired face full of concern.
"My child, how do you feel? Is there anything uncomfortable?"
Lu Ben looked at the familiar face with heavy dark bags under the eyes, and the sudden large patch of shocking white hair between the short linen hair, and the plaster board and bandage on his right hand. His lips trembled, and a strong sense of sourness and guilt came over him. heart. "I am fine."
He held the old man's withered hand tightly with his backhand, sat up against the pillow, and looked around at his intact body.
"But Marco, I didn't jump off the Virginia Street Bridge, why didn't I die?"
"Detective Dean saved you." Marco said and looked at the young man next to him with great gratitude.
"It's just a little magic." Dean shook his head at Lu Ben, who had doubtful eyes. "But remember that not everyone can have a second chance. Cherish it and don't jump off the bridge again."
"That's right, stop being so stupid! I promise not to interfere in your life anymore and force you to inherit the family business, marry a wife and have children. From now on, you can live however you want, and I fully support it." Marco took a deep breath and smiled with relief, "As long as you live healthily, it's enough to come and see me occasionally."
"No...it was me who was at fault," Luben recalled his past experiences: the goddess Mary in the dream, the terrifying bat banshee, the six months of darkness in the tunnel, and the final bad ending...I just felt like I had a long dream, this The dream carried his desire and anger for more than thirty years, making him obsessed and exhausted physically and mentally.
But after jumping off the bridge, he seemed to have died and woke up from his dream.
It's time to let it go.
Mary has come to a perfect end with the book.
Now, Lu Ben wanted to try another life. He stared at the carnations by the window with a longing smile on his lips.
"Marco, I respect your advice. After I recover, I will go to a pet clinic to study and work. I will find a real woman to marry...and try to let you have grandchildren."
"Are you serious?" Marco was so happy that he almost fainted. Is this still the rebellious son who goes against him in everything? "You, you are not a writer anymore?"
"I have spent too much of my youth on writing. I want to slow it down for the time being and return to normal life. Maybe I can get more inspiration."
"As long as you don't lock yourself away and indulge in alcohol like you did before, I'll be thankful."
…
Dean stared at the warm scene beside the hospital bed and nodded quietly. His efforts were not in vain. This ridiculous story had a satisfactory ending.
At the same time, a reminder flashed across his eyes.
Event - Ruben Van Helsing is 150% progressed.
You found out the truth about fantasy translated into reality.
You interfered with the original plot direction through the "imitation game".
You destroyed the fantasy monster and broke the dream that was impossible to extricate yourself from.
You did not interfere rudely at the last moment, but allowed Luben to survive after jumping off the bridge and determined to return to real life.
You saved a lonely, desperate father.
The heroic spirits of the Van Helsing family are grateful to you, and special rewards have been increased.
…
Looking at this description of the incident, Dean seemed to go back to the moment when Luben jumped off the bridge. He hesitated at that time——
This incident only required Marco to see Luben in person, but did not force the father and son to reunite.
Even if he stood by and let Lu Ben jump into the river to die for his love, he could still complete the incident.
This choice not only helped Lu Ben realize his deepest obsession, but also perfected his writing for more than thirty years.
But between ignoring death and saving others, he finally chose the latter. He saw the shadow of other obsessed with fantasy in Luben.
"It can be considered as a mistake to extract the reward."
Personal experience +130, personal level lv3 (300→430/400)
Upgrade?
yes!
A wave of heat surged through his body.
lv3→lv4(30/500)
You gain 1 attribute point.
System ability God's perspective lv2 → lv3, range 20 meters → 30 meters.
The event completion level is 150%. You have allowed the bloodline of the Van Helsing family to continue. You have received two special rewards:
1. Super power - fantasy space: the transformation of Ruben Van Helsing's strong emotions into reality. This is the power of spiritual transformation into material form. You cannot master this complete power without the blood of the Van Helsing family. Power, you can only control part of it——
Depending on your heart's strongest desire, you can now create and solidify a portable fantasy space by permanently spending 1-2 Spirit points.
2. Get 1 point of spirit
…
Space is finally here!
A flash of excitement flashed in Dean's eyes, and he made a few operations without hesitation. He added the upgraded free attribute points to spirit, and then together with the rewarded 1 point of spirit, a total of two points were consumed to build a fantasy space.
There is no doubt that the more spiritual attributes consumed, the larger the space volume will be.
Moreover, his spirit is now two points higher than his will. He can barely maintain balance and stability by relying on Red Dragon Meditation, and he does not dare to rashly retain the improved spiritual attributes.
Decide.
Dean's temples swelled and shrank, feeling a stabbing pain.
He couldn't help but close his eyes.
A faint light lit up in the darkness in front of him, and quickly expanded to a mass visible to the naked eye.
The outside is filled with blurry colored light, while the inside is narrow, dark and empty.
A reminder flashed in front of Dean's eyes,
Skill bar: 5/6→6/6.
You obtained fantasy space lv0:
It consumes two points of spiritual solidification, and the initial volume is 2 cubic meters.
Due to the fantasy properties, objects whose total volume does not exceed the remaining volume can be put in, but the mental fluctuations of the living body will interfere with the stability of the space and cannot be put in.
This space has a certain degree of intersection with the outside world, so you can adjust the temperature and light of the space within a small range...
Please explore others on your own.
Your current spirit can only maintain the fantasy space of the current level. If the upper limit of spirit exceeds 20 points, you can continue to consume spirit upgrades.
…
Browse all information.
Dean's mind was shaken, his expression became very exciting for a moment, and his two points of energy were not in vain!
He casually took a red apple from the bedside table and put it into his pocket.
1 second.
2 seconds.
Two seconds later.
The apple disappeared from the palm of my hand.
He gave the opposite order.
After another two seconds, the apple slipped from the trousers of his suit and fell to the ground.
"Well, the storage of objects is based on skin contact, and there is a two-second delay, but there is almost no consumption, and it is as easy as moving your fingers."
Dean nodded with satisfaction.
This is called good things for good people. He saved Lu Ben just right and received such a suitable reward.
With the fantasy space, Dean's dangerous weapons such as snipers, assault rifles, and grenades in the trunk of his car have a safe place, and he never has to worry about being found out by the police.
Moreover, it can be taken and used whenever you go out, which is convenient and secretive.
"It's just that the two-second delay is too long."
There's a huge difference between taking two seconds to draw a weapon in the middle of a fast-moving battle, and taking it out immediately.
“I wonder if the delay can be shortened by repeatedly using the access capacity of the space?”
Dean is going to continue to test the environment adjustment ability of space.
…
"Man, are you listening?" Marco's voice woke him up from his reverie, "You completed the commission and helped me find the road. It's my turn to fulfill my promise."
The old man patted his thin chest generously,
"Do you want a reward of one hundred thousand dollars? Or choose a collection from the collection of the ancestors of the Van Helsing family. Luben has given me the location and key of the warehouse where the collection is stored. Let's go now?"
Dean's eyes lit up. After the system's rewards were distributed, it was the client Marco's turn to be rewarded!
There is no comparison between money and the collection of an extraordinary person.
"I choose the latter."
(End of chapter)
