The head hurts!

It hurts a lot!

It seems that the brain has exploded......

Raymond, who felt awake, had a desire to pull his head off and throw it away.

His eyes were blurry, but his body seemed to be in some kind of irregular shock, as if he had been thrown on a rough ship after a hangover, and he had to try to get up because of the intense feeling of vomiting.

It's just that Raymond just sat up, and the originally dark environment gradually brightened up, and the sound of soft music sounded around him, making him turn his face involuntarily.

A small room of less than five square meters, which seems to be only two meters high, has an oppressive feeling of suffocation.

In addition to the small bed underneath, there was a chair, a small table, and a shower in the corner.

The light source seemed to be emitted from the inside of the wall, and it was soft at first, but it soon became a bit harsh, and the bathing room seemed to start heating up, as a mist of water was rapidly forming on the glass inside.

Looking at Raymond who was gradually condensing into droplets of water and beginning to slide down, he also noticed that the temperature around him seemed to be rapidly decreasing, and he realized that he was wearing a set of cotton pajamas, stacking a whole set of clean clothes from the inside to the outside at the foot of the bed.

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

Because he remembered what had happened before, and remembered that the moment before he was still standing at the bow of the huge battleship, facing the huge hands that had been pressed down from the heavenly dome in vain.

But how did you end up in such a room now?

I want to call up the chip, but there is no response!

I want to open my storage ring. No response!

I want to release my perception for exploration, but my whole body is like being 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 cast!

The real body didn't even react at all. Obviously, his current strength has been suppressed extremely strictly, or it may be the imprisonment of some special technique!

Raymond's eyes shrunk and he jumped down, walked to the small table, and pulled the drawer open.

Nothing!

Wow......

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

Scheduled sprays?

Countdown?

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

Bang, bang, bang!

A sharp knock came from behind Raymond, followed by a click, and a somewhat deep voice came in from outside the door. "White, White, hurry, today's task is very heavy, don't spend time in it all the time......"

Raymond, who turned his face, saw that the handle of the door was being twisted, but it was clearly locked from the inside. So it can't be unscrewed from the outside.

What is this place?

How did I end up here?

Raymond, who had doubts in his heart, squatted down and grabbed the leg of the chair, and with the strength of his fingers, the leg that seemed to be solid metal began to deform like plasticine.

The power possessed by the ontology is still there. But all the spells and abilities that belonged to the wizard have been lost.

Raymond, who judged the strength he had at present, opened the door after changing his pajamas.

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

It doesn't seem like he's ready to get a response from Raymond either. The middle-aged man waved his hand impatiently and motioned for him to follow, and began to advance along the narrow and cramped passage.

Silently followed Raymond, who was walking in the passage with a middle-aged man. I saw numbered doors on both sides, red, green, and yellow lights on the walls, cables that were fastened to the top of the passage, and sensor doors that appeared before they had gone far.

"Uncle scolds you for your own good...... Since you are on the ship, don't think that you are still in your own home, usually do more things, spend less time in a daze, don't always feel that everyone is targeting you, they are all on this ship, and any mistakes are fatal......"

The middle-aged man walking in front was a little verbose, and he also seemed to have some problems with his right leg, so he would sometimes lose his footing in a somewhat shaky environment, and he needed to hold on to the wall on his side to restore his balance.

Hanging his head and quietly observing the environment, listening to Raymond, who was walking in front of the middle-aged man speaking in an exhortatory tone, felt more and more ridiculous.

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

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

After a few moments, he walked through the narrow passage and entered a room that looked like a giant device made of various gears, and the middle-aged man pointed to the many tools that had been placed on top of the cart. "White, your task today is to check all the fasteners of the No. 3 host, and still handle them according to the previous standards, remember to notify me when you are done......"

Bang.

The heavy hatch was closed from the outside.

Relieved, Raymond came to the cart and checked the tools on it.

Cross heads, flat head taper, various specifications of inner four and hexagonal wrenches, single and double plum wrenches, various lengths of small hammers, hammers, hammers......

There are hundreds of tools, each of which has been wiped clean, and there are auxiliary materials such as wiping cloths and lubricating oil in the lower layer of the trolley.

Raymond, who didn't know what the middle-aged man's previous 'standard' was, and was not ready to start working according to his instructions before leaving, picked a cone and grabbed it in his hand, and walked towards the giant equipment.

Gears, chains, rods of various lengths and a huge spindle make up the whole machine.

The equipment that was still functioning rumbled and could be felt as it got closer, apparently from the equipment that had been felt in the passage before.

The main shaft in the center of the room, which is no more than 50 meters long and wide, is only about 8 meters high, and is the power source that drives all the gears inside.

Three triangular ladders of varying heights, with pulleys at the bottom, appear to be used for climbing.

There was nothing wrong with the whole room, and of course, with the current situation that the perception could not be released, Raymond also understood that even if there was some kind of monitoring, he would not be able to detect it.

Raymond, who was left with only the power possessed by his body, thought about it and suddenly stabbed the cone in his hand into his left arm!

Burst......

The crosshead's taper was forcibly broken when it touched its skin after piercing the clothing.

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

If the pair of giant hands that appeared in the air before were determined to be the attack of the Sith Holy Lord, then did it mean that the environment they were in now was the illusion they had released?

However, in terms of the realm he has reached, if he wants such a real illusion to affect him, then the caster's level must be close to the ancestor to have a certain possibility, could it be that the previous speculation about the 'holy master' of the Sith tribe has been wrong, then the holy lord is really a powerful being close to the ancestor?

If this is the case, then the possibility of getting out of the predicament is really very small.

With the ability to be close to the ancestor's special illusion, it is basically possible for people to fall into it and not be able to get out, and they may be immersed in this illusion until they die!

As soon as he thought of this, the spindle in front of him made a strange noise, and its speed increased as if it was out of control, and a white light appeared in front of his eyes with a creaking sound...... (To be continued......)