My head hurts!

It hurts so much!

The brains seem to have exploded like that...

Feeling awakened, Raymond felt a desire to pull his head off and throw it away.

There was a blur in front of him, but his body seemed to be in some kind of irregular shock, like being thrown on a rough sea boat after a hangover, and the strong feeling of vomiting made him try to get up.

It was just that Raymond had just sat up, the originally dark environment gradually lit up, and the soft music sounded around him, making him turn his face involuntarily.

A small room of less than five square meters, with a height of only two meters, seemed to have a depressing feeling of depression.

Except for the small bed underneath, not far away are a chair, a small table, and a shower room in the corner.

The light source seemed to be released from the inside of the wall. It appeared very soft at first, but it soon became bright and a little dazzling, and the shower room seemed to start to heat up because of the rapid formation of water mist on the glass inside. .

Staring at the water mist that gradually condensed into water droplets and began to slide down, he also noticed that the temperature around his body seemed to be dropping rapidly. Only then did he realize that he was wearing a set of cotton pajamas on the bed. Stack your feet on a set of clean clothes from the inside to the outside.

The headache was gradually alleviating, and Raymond, whose thinking ability gradually began to recover, couldn't help but sink in his heart.

Because he recalled everything that happened before, remembering that he was still standing on the bow of the giant battleship the moment before. He raised his face to face the giant hands that had been pressed down from the sky in vain.

But why are you in such a room now?

I want to retrieve the chip, but no response!

I want to open the storage ring, but there is no response!

Want to release the perception for exploration. But the whole body seems to have been imprisoned, it can't be done at all!

When he wanted to release the shadow points, Raymond also found that his talent spells could not be used!

The real body did not react at all. Obviously, his current strength has been severely suppressed, or it is imprisoned by some special technique!

Leimen, whose pupils contracted suddenly, jumped down, strode to the small table and opened the drawer.

Nothing!

Wow...

The sound of water coming in vain from the shower room. Leimen turned his face, and the shower room in the corner automatically started to spray water. A countdown timer that seemed to be projection-like was also revealed on the wall inside it, and started timing.

Regular spray?

countdown?

The more confused, Raymond couldn't help but stare at the faintly visible projection number in the shower room. About less than two minutes later, the digital projection began to flicker, and then disappeared instantly as the water stopped after three seconds.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

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

Leimen, who turned his face, saw that the handle of the door was being twisted, but it was obviously locked from the inside, so it could not be unscrewed from the outside.

where is this place?

Why am I here?

Raymond had doubts in his heart. The short body squatted down and grabbed the legs of the chair. His hands were cold, but with the force of his fingers, the legs that seemed to be solid metal began to deform like plasticine.

The power possessed by the body is still there. But all the spells and abilities belonging to the wizard have been lost.

Raymond, who had judged his current strength, opened the door after changing his pajamas.

Standing outside the door was a middle-aged man wearing a canvas suit. Seeing that the door of the room opened in vain, he shook his head. "Every time it's so slow, it's not easy to survive with your temperament..."

It seemed that he was not prepared to receive Raymond's response, and the middle-aged man waved his hand impatiently to beckon him to follow. Along the narrow and cramped passage began to advance.

Raymond, who silently followed the middle-aged man walking in the passage, saw the numbered doors on both sides. The red, green, and yellow indicator lights on the wall, the cables fixed at the top of the passage, and the induction door that appears before you go too far.

"Uncle scolds you for your own good... Since you are on the ship, don't think you are still in your own house. Do more things and spend less time in a daze. Don't always think everyone is targeting you. They are all on this ship, any mistakes are terrible..."

The middle-aged man walking in front is a bit verbose, and he seems to have some problems with his right leg, so in some shaking environments, he will get unstable from time to time, and he needs to hold on to the wall to restore his balance.

With his head down and quietly observing the environment, and listening to Raymond, who walked in front of the middle-aged man in an admonishing tone, he felt more and more absurd.

Obviously, his current identity is no longer Raymond from the wizard plane, but a trainee maintenance worker named White.

His task is to overhaul the equipment and tighten the parts that are often loose.

After a while, he walked through a long 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 No. 3 host, and still handle them in accordance with the previous standards. Remember to notify me after completion..."

Boom.

The heavy hatch was closed from the outside.

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

Cross-head and flat-head screwdrivers, various specifications of inner four-corner and hexagonal wrenches, single and double-headed plum wrenches, various lengths of small hammers, hammers...

There are hundreds of tools, each of which is wiped clean. There are wiping cloths, lubricants and other auxiliary materials on the bottom of the cart.

He didn't know what the ‘standard’ the middle-aged had mentioned before, and Raymond, who was not ready to start working according to his instructions before leaving, just picked a screwdriver, grabbed it in his hand, and walked towards the giant device.

Gears, chains, transmission rods of various lengths and a huge main shaft constitute the entire equipment.

The equipment that is still in normal operation is making a rumbling sound, and after getting close, a strong vibration can be felt. Obviously, the vibration that was felt in the passage before should originate from these equipment.

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

The three triangular ladders with different heights and pulleys at the bottom seem to be used for climbing.

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

Only Raymond, who had the power of the body, thought about it, and suddenly thrust the screwdriver in his hand into his left arm!

puff……

The crosshead screwdriver was forcibly broken when it touched its skin after being pierced through the clothing ~lightnovelpub.net~.

I thought that if there is no problem with the previous memory, then why the current body's strength and defensive ability are still in the original state, but all other abilities have been lost?

If the giant hands that appeared in the air before are believed to be the attack of the Sith tribe's holy master, does it mean that the environment they are currently in is the illusion released by them?

However, in terms of the realm he has reached, if such a real illusion is to affect him, then the caster must reach a level close to the ancestor to have a certain possibility. Could it be said that the Sith’s holy lord 'The guess was wrong, then the Holy Lord is really a powerful existence close to the ancestor?

If this is the case, then the possibility of wanting to get out of trouble is really extremely 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 death!

Just thinking of this, the spindle in front of him made a strange noise, and its speed rose as if it was out of control, and a white light appeared in front of his eyes in the creaking sound... (to be continued)