Chapter 11
Lin Sheng was tired of all the bullsh*t . He had no intention of arguing with Lin Zhenyu, but his cousin seemed to enjoy flaunting his superiority .
“I know what I’m doing and what I want to do . Brother Zhenyu, you should worry about yourself . I heard from my classmates that you brought a girl to The People’s Hospital . Is it true?”
Lin Zhenyu was stunned, and his face froze . He thought that he had kept the secret well . Not only had Lin Sheng learned about it, but he had now revealed it in front of his father too .
“Stop spewing nonsense!” Lin Zhenyu panicked . After all, he was just nineteen years old . There was a lack of subtlety, and when those words came out, his father, as well as Lin Zhounian, immediately wised up .
Lin Sheng shook his head silently . As the two elders began to question Lin Zhenyu, he revealed everything he knew—including the appearance of the girl . Truth be told, Lin Sheng did not hear about it from his classmates; he saw it with his own eyes at the hospital .
Leaving Lin Zhenyu alone, Lin Sheng got to his feet and exited the living room to quickly clean himself up . He wasted no time since he knew that studying for the college entrance exam and researching the ancient Rehn text would be time-consuming . Nothing could fascinate Lin Sheng more than the ancient Rehn text .
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Time flew . A month had passed since then .
Lin Sheng, incessant in his study of the ancient Rehn text, finally managed to translate a few crucial pages of the book . He chose pages with graphics to save time, but it was not done randomly . The pages were carefully selected based on the marks below the graphic illustrations . Each illustration depicted a person holding a long sword, all in different poses, and the lines of text were mostly annotations .
Lin Sheng discovered that the pages with graphics were explanatory while the rest of the pages just contained stories . That was also the reason why he focused on translating the pages with graphic illustrations .
Lin Sheng flipped through the pages of his notes, which he had written in Chinese characters . His brows were knitted together as he sat at his desk, immersing himself in the translated content .
“I’ve done five pages, all with graphics . There aren’t many words, and the translation process is much faster . I’ve been using the Chinese characters that I’ve learned from my past life for the notes because it’s a safer method to prevent any secrets from being leaked . But this content…” Lin Sheng was hesitant . The translated graphics were apparently illustrations of swordsmanship .
Looking at the simple graphics that he had copied, Lin Sheng knew that the pattern and style, as well as the accompanying text, described vital points and killer moves . They were obviously not for show but skills for actual combat . “Is swordsmanship from a book in a dream real? If it isn’t, it would be too dangerous to learn it . ”
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In the first illustration, a man was holding a sword and thrusting forward . There were many arrows and annotations around his body . The move looked simple, but the essence of it was in the annotations .
“The more important issue is that the weapons in this society aren’t as advanced as those in my past life . But firearms are rampant in this world, and cold weapons are only good for physical exercise . ”
Lin Sheng frowned as a thought occurred to him .
“However, the swordsmanship from my dream could be something special . The book has repeatedly mentioned the classification system . ” Upon further reading, Lin Sheng learned about the classification system . In the book, Swordsman Ravel had mentioned higher-order warriors whom he encountered on the battlefield . These higher-order warriors had superhuman bodies, terrific strength, speed, and were almost like war machines with heavy body armor . The descriptions of their battlefield completely overturned Lin Sheng’s prior understanding of the world .
Lin Sheng thought that the battlefield mentioned in the book was just from a common cold weapon era, but the existence of the higher-order warriors had changed his views; if the content of the book was real, then the higher-order warriors might also be true .
“Ravel mentioned that when a warrior attained Class III or higher, he could slowly train his stamina and improve his physique,” Lin Sheng recalled .
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“If all of this is true…” Lin Sheng swallowed, looking at the graphics and text, which he had translated . It could not be a figment of his imagination . A total of five pictures, when read in sequence, formed a motion picture of a move that Swordsman Ravel was most proud of . It was called Furious Blow .
“It’s a simple yet effective move . ” Lin Sheng had not seen it in person, but he could feel how badass the move was judging from the graphic illustrations . The little figure who wielded the sword was about to strike his opponent at a certain angle from above . Once hit, it would kill his opponent instantly .
Lin Sheng exhaled gently and closed the handbook .
“I’ll try to see if I can find any other content in the book tonight . Perhaps, I should leave the manor and check out other places . There are already so many things in the manor, what will there be to explore outside? And how are the outdoors going to look like? Why haven’t I seen a single living thing even though I’ve spent such a long time in the manor? The scene outside the window has always been dark . ”
With plenty of questions on his mind, Lin Sheng washed up, took off his clothes, and went to bed .
When Lin Sheng went to visit his grandfather in the hospital during the day, he had an unexplainable feeling the moment he saw his grandfather lying on the hospital bed . It was not sadness .
His grandfather had never treated his family well the entire time . So, naturally, they did not have a close relationship . But in his time of trouble, it was Lin Sheng’s family that came to his aid . Having said that, what Lin Sheng saw at that moment was not his grandfather but a dying old man . The fragility of life like that of a candle in the storm was pricking him .
“I shouldn’t overthink . Let’s see if I can leave the manor in my dream tonight . ” Lin Sheng lay in bed, and his eyes slowly closed . In just a few minutes, he entered the dream world .
After a short trance, he regained consciousness and slowly opened his eyes . Taking a deep breath, Lin Sheng looked at the low mahogany table in front of him and the Handbook of Swordsmanship on it . “Here I am again . ”
It was still the same study room with no window, only a door leading to the hall . There were two large bookshelves filled with large red books .
Lin Sheng went up to examine the bookshelves . Previously, he took books from the left of the bookshelves . But now, Lin Sheng wanted to start from the right . Without hesitation, he pulled out a book from the right side of the bookshelf and opened it .
“Aah!” He suddenly frowned and paused as he could not see the text on the book cover; it was all blurry . It was the same for the text inside . Some text even appeared like garbled characters and lines .
Lin Sheng’s heart sank . He quickly put the book down before he picked another red book from the shelf on the right and opened it . Just like the previous one, the text in it was also fuzzy .