abnormal mutation

Chapter 5 Nightmare
Darkness, boundless darkness and silence.

Unable to see, unable to move, and unaware of his surroundings, yet his consciousness was unusually clear. Roland knew he was trapped in another bizarre situation, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Thump, thump, thump, heavy footsteps approached slowly, accompanied by heavy breathing, a hot, fishy smell, and the faint sound of liquid dripping onto the floor.

Roland felt a chill run down his spine, his hair stood on end, and he struggled to get up, but his body felt like a cold stone, completely unresponsive.

'Damn it, that nightmare again!'

Familiar memories surfaced in his mind—wasn't this the nightmare the original owner had every day?!

As long as the original owner falls into a deep sleep, the nightmare will inevitably arrive as scheduled, with the same scene. However, the terrifying footsteps will get closer every day, and the feeling of impending death and fear will intensify. After waking up, the owner will be even weaker.

Thump, thump, the footsteps grew closer, sounding like they were right beside him. He couldn't see them, but he could sense a naked greed and a suffocating sense of oppression.

'Being more sensitive to the five senses isn't necessarily a good thing, what should I do?' Roland felt that time travel was a skill in itself, and he was clearly starting off in a terrible situation.

He immediately tried to contact the two wolves through their souls. The two wolves responded very strongly, but they were still unable to enter the unknown space, and they were very anxious.

A drop of unidentified liquid landed on his face; it was sticky, foul-smelling, and nauseating. Waves of fear and helplessness washed over Roland.

'Chessboard, chessboard—' Without time to think, he roared inwardly.

The next instant, he felt his body tighten, and a powerful suction force pulled him away from his original position, flying upwards at an increasingly faster speed.

With a soft "poof," he felt himself break through a membrane, the darkness vanished, and before him lay a bizarre and strange world, both familiar and alien, and his "body" regained consciousness.

Roland turned his head and looked down. Below, a semi-transparent sphere was suspended in the space, most of which was shrouded in darkness. A hole had been torn in the sphere, and a pair of black and red eyes were staring at him maliciously through the hole, sending chills down his spine.

After an unknown amount of time, Roland successfully landed in the bubble containing the chessboard, but the impact of those eyes left him speechless for a long time.

"Sigh... This is tough." He first let the two wolves know he was safe, and then analyzed his situation.

What is that strange black sphere? No wonder the Twin Wolves couldn't find it; it turns out he wasn't in the real world, but had been silently pulled into this strange world.

The good news is that the chessboard is also here, so he can "return to the city" at any time to save his life. This place is equivalent to his safe zone. As long as he doesn't go out, his opponent shouldn't be able to do anything to him.

He racked his brains but couldn't come up with a good solution. His only hope was to summon an extraordinary piece to defeat his opponent.

However, the chessboard's aggregation ability is still relatively weak. Several hours have passed, and it has only added two energy glimmers, which is far from what was expected.

"Let's go to sleep." Even here, he could feel waves of fatigue.

He ran to the little platform where the little hero was, lay down, and tried to fall asleep.

Within seconds, he drifted off to sleep. The light on the chessboard grew dimmer, like a hazy moonlight draping him in a veil.

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After an unknown amount of time, Roland groggily woke up and instinctively reached for her phone, only to find the cold ground and ashes.

He rolled over, squinted, and looked to the side. All he could see was orange-red flames. The heat made his face dry and tight. He was startled and sat up abruptly, his mind immediately clearing.

The familiar yet strange little wooden cabin came into view. Beams of light shone through gaps in the wooden walls, drawing an abstract pattern of spots on the ground. Nearby crouched two enormous, jet-black wolves, and an excessively blazing fire, the flames almost reaching his eyebrows. This scene was both strange and familiar, and the memories that hadn't yet died began to assault him.

"Damn it! Are you two plotting a rebellion? If I had woken up any later, you would have cremated me." Roland hurriedly pushed the firewood away.

He was scolding them in Akkadian, but his heart was filled with melancholy. The time travel was not a dream, nor was the nightmare an illusion. It seemed that he really could not go back.

"Woo-woo—" The black wolf on the left whimpered softly, its eyes fixed on the other black wolf.

The black wolf on the right lowered its head slightly, its eyes darting around, occasionally stealing a glance at Roland.

Roland smiled and said, "You two are partners, so you both have responsibilities." He gave each of them a light flick on the forehead as punishment.

He carefully examined the two wolves and found that it was difficult to distinguish between them from their appearance. Even he could only tell them apart by their soul bond.

"Let me give you names." The Twin Wolf mercenaries will eventually be seen by people, so having names is essential.

The two wolves grinned, their ears drooping slightly, their tails swaying gently, excitedly rubbing against Roland. Their powerful force made him sway from side to side, making it difficult for him to maintain his balance while seated.

"Stop!" Roland pushed them away forcefully; the two wolves clearly had no concept of their own size.

“Your name is Killie, your name is Freddie,” he said after a moment’s thought.

These two names come from the two wolves of Odin, the king of the gods in Norse mythology, and were directly borrowed by Roland.

The two wolf servants didn't understand the meaning, but they were still very happy. To them, the gift from their master was more important than the name itself.

Roland played with the two wolves for a while, getting to know them better. They looked just like wolves, and they could do everything wolves could, but they were more intelligent, stronger in combat, and possessed a perception ability that only extraordinary beings had.

They can maintain their condition by eating meat or extraordinary energy, but if they want to become stronger, they must either absorb extraordinary traits that suit their own characteristics or wait for their master to become stronger.

Roland cannot meet either of these requirements now.

After playing around for a while, Roland stood up, stretched his body, and felt good. He was full of energy and his mind was clear. The only problem was that the wounds on his chest and abdomen were a little numb and itchy, but it did not affect his movement.

He lifted his clothes to examine the wound; it was healing very well, even without medication. The original owner certainly didn't have this constitution; he guessed it was related to an abnormal mutation.

Compared to his predecessor, the abnormal mutation should have greatly enhanced his five senses and slightly improved his physical condition and recovery ability.

Having not properly observed and experienced it yesterday, Roland only realized during this activity that the original owner's physical condition was quite good. He was tall with long legs, agile in his hands and feet, and had obvious muscle lines under his tall and thin body, indicating great strength.

The most unusual thing is the extremely low body fat percentage, which is rare in the cold town of Glacier. Fat is an essential substance for resisting cold and hunger.

According to the original owner's memories, he wasn't originally this thin. It was only recently that he had been plagued by bizarre nightmares, which caused his body to weaken rapidly, resulting in his current appearance.

At this moment, it was bright outside, the blizzard had stopped, and the sun was shining brightly.

The currency and price levels were referenced from the United States during the later stages of the First Industrial Revolution in the 19th century.

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