Survival in Sequences: Eighteen Years Old, Slaying Monsters Like Horses

Chapter 417 Special Kinship: Nightmare Servant

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The night was deeper.

The camp was filled with the sounds of snoring.

Su Su seemed to sense something, her gaze lingering on Xu Si for a moment, a hint of doubt flashing in her dark golden eyes.

Remembering Xu Si's secret, she didn't say anything more.

The energy field around Xu Si was undergoing a subtle change—neither strengthening nor weakening, but rather becoming "chaotic".

That was the eerie energy emanating from the Nightmare Seed.

The camp fell silent again.

Six hours.

Seven hours.

Upgrade complete

[Special dependents: 1]

[Family Name: Nightmare Servant (Unnamed)]

[Race: Nightmare (Degenerate)]

Rank: Level 2

【Characteristics: Nightmare Corruption, Dream Shaping, Fear Absorption】

[Description: This is a Nightmare Servant awakened from a Nightmare Spawn. It has lost most of its racial heritage but retains the core abilities of a Nightmare. It cannot survive independently and needs to depend on its host. It is your servant and your shadow. (Note: There is no need to worry about the shadow's loyalty.)]

Xu Si opened his eyes.

The Nightmare Seed in my palm has disappeared.

Instead, there was a fist-sized, almost black mist.

The mist had no fixed shape; sometimes it condensed into a sphere, sometimes it stretched out into a thin veil, and sometimes it contracted into a black dot of light.

It is breathing.

Or rather, it is "learning" to breathe.

Xu Si could feel its connection to the invisible thread deep within his consciousness—like a spider silk, extremely thin, yet incredibly strong.

At the end of that line was a newly awakened, chaotic, and still-forming consciousness.

There is no language, no thought, only the most primal instincts.

Curiosity and dependence.

Xu Si sat there quietly, letting the mist slowly unfold in his palm, like a dark cloud drifting in the darkness.

The mist in my hand was very light, so light that it had almost no weight.

But it is also very "alive".

It has a texture similar to life itself, which is quite strange.

Xu Si was certain that this was a peculiar race.

At least that's what he thinks.

"Do you have a name?" Xu Si asked in a low voice.

The fog stopped moving.

It remained motionless in Xu Si's palm, eventually coalescing into a fist-sized sphere, resembling an eye.

Then, an extremely faint fluctuation of consciousness emanated from the mist.

There is no language, no writing, but Xu Si can still perceive the information transmitted within.

--No.

Xu Si remained silent for a moment.

"Then let's call it... 'Shadow'."

The 'eyeball' remained still, seemingly processing the information.

Then, just like a shadow, it flowed into Xu Si's shadow and hid, disappearing without a trace.

If Xu Si hadn't established a connection with it, he really wouldn't be able to tell the difference between him and the shadow.

From this moment on, "Shadow" is no longer an independent entity, but a part of him.

Just like Yi Yi.

But they are completely different.

Yi Yi and he are symbiotic; two independent souls depend on and complement each other.

The shadow is a companion, an attachment, a subordinate, a shadow.

A shadow will not betray its master, because a shadow is an integral part of its master.

Xu Si looked down at his shadow.

It seems that we need to look at it from a third-party perspective to see if we can find the difference, but the result is that we cannot.

Before the blood-red sun had even risen, a faint glimmer of dawn had already appeared on the horizon.

His shadow stretched long on the ground, like a watercolor painting diluted with water.

At this moment, the edges of the shadow became lively, as if it were earnestly engaging with the world.

Xu Si, a level 2 'Shadow', didn't know what he could do, but fortunately, Xu Si didn't have anything for him to do at the moment.

Rank 2, not high, and could even be described as weak.

But the benefits of filling the blank spaces in the system interface go far beyond that.

However, Xu Si didn't have time to think about these things for the time being.

As dawn broke, activity began to stir in the camp.

Wang Hu was the first to get up.

He barely slept last night, spending the entire time squatting in front of that strange pile of debris, repeatedly gesturing, measuring, and brainstorming.

His troop carrier was parked not far behind him, covered with a thin layer of morning dew, like a steel behemoth waiting to awaken.

Yao Yao yawned as she crawled out of the Hummer, her hair a mess like a bird's nest, her eyes not fully open yet.

He peeked around cautiously, looking for Wang Hu, but then withdrew as if he were tidying up his bedding.

"Uncle Wang, when are you planning to make your move? Do you need us to help out?" Li Miao asked impatiently.

Xiao Luo followed beside him; he hadn't used the psionic barrier for the past two days, and his condition had clearly recovered quite well.

He also expressed great anticipation for the strange vehicles.

No one can resist this.

Actually, last night would have been the best time to start making it, since the convoy still needs to travel during the day.

However, Wang Hu spent most of his time brainstorming solutions last night.

Forging artifacts is different from making potions; it's not a simple matter of one plus one.

Instead, the goal is to make the most of the strange drops and ensure they are perfectly compatible with the original creature before taking action.

This is the best way to improve the ranking of rare items, so brute force won't work when forging rare items.

"Let's see if I have time today!" Wang Hu replied after considering the plan again.

"We have time. We just asked Captain Fu, and Miss Fu is still making the potion. The convoy won't move until she finishes making it, which will probably take at least a day!" Li Miao said.

"That's great! Let's get started after breakfast!" Wang Hu rubbed his hands together, eager to try, but he needed to get himself into the best condition beforehand.

This is also the experience he accumulated from forging several rare items.

He had a premonition that once these rare items were forged, he might be able to upgrade them to Sequence 3.

With everything prepared, Wang Hu finally stood up.

He stretched his stiff shoulders and neck, and his bones made a cracking sound.

His face, etched with the deep lines of the apocalypse, held an almost reverent solemnity.

Yao Yao stood to the side with a serious expression on her face, seemingly wanting to cheer for her dad but not daring to.

"Which comes first, yours or mine?" Wang Hu asked.

The two made their choices last night: Li Miao chose the core fragment of the [Armored Cancer], while Wang Hu chose the complete skull.

In the end, Wang Hu's car was upgraded first.

Because he must have the most ideas for his car, spend the most effort on it, and have the highest success rate in making it.

Therefore, it is a wise move to let him practice first.

The other people in the camp gradually gathered around.

Tashan stared intently at Wang Hu's movements, his envy evident in his eyes.

Jiao Jiao stood on the chariot, but because she was too small, she couldn't see much. It would have been better for her to go inside the chariot and watch Xiao Xue make the potion.

Fu Xiaojian stood on the outermost edge with a teacup in his hand, while also making arrangements for the convoy's defenses.

Xu Si sat on the roof of the Nirvana vehicle, looking down at everything in the center of the camp.

The shadow curled up quietly in the shadow at his feet, like a newborn baby, greedily absorbing all the information of this world.