Dimensional Hotel
Chapter 301: This Thing Can Run?

In truth, Yu Sheng had thought it through clearly—he wasn’t a “professional.”

Of course, if you were to count his operating license, he was indeed a licensed “spiritual world detective.” In the world of ordinary people, he might even be considered a professional in combating extraordinary phenomena. But when faced with such a highly specialized situation, he knew his limits well.

If he encountered an unfamiliar Otherworld, he could rely on his fearless nature to explore its maps. If he ran into an unknown Entity, he could step forward to test its temperament. Even if a Dark Angel appeared, throwing him into a brutal battle, he wouldn’t have an issue with it. But this tower in front of him was clearly the kind of advanced stronghold of heretic cultists, filled with secrets. He, an unknowing fool, barging in to investigate would only complicate things. What he might discover was uncertain, but one thing was for sure: he’d likely end up dead on the spot.

He wasn’t afraid of dying, but he didn’t relish the idea of dying in a way that would earn him no glory. It would be a waste—a pointless sacrifice. Besides, charging in recklessly would likely create trouble for the real investigators who would come later.

With these thoughts in mind, he sent a message to the Special Affairs Bureau, reporting the situation and confirming he would remain in a safe area nearby to monitor things. He then led Foxy and the others to the edge of the “polluted zone,” hiding in a cluster of crystal growths, waiting for the Special Affairs Bureau’s team to arrive while keeping an eye on the giant tower.

Everything was eerily quiet. The tower still stood, silently at the center of this dark land, surrounded by an expanse of strange, distorted terrain. It was like a scar in the middle of a city—out of place and unsettling. No one—or no thing—had emerged from the tower.

The two Irenes, one on each of Yu Sheng’s shoulders, leaned forward, peering over the crystalline clusters to observe the giant tower. One whispered, “No movement at all.”

The other added, “Hey, do you think there’s anyone inside? Do they know we’ve discovered them?”

Yu Sheng, with a serious look, answered, “There must be someone. A place this large? I can even feel the artificial Saintess is hiding inside. She must have a team of maintenance workers with her.” He paused, then continued, “And they definitely know they’ve been exposed. After the noise I made earlier, how could they not notice?”

“Then why hasn’t there been any reaction from inside?” Foxy whispered, leaning closer to Yu Sheng.

“Not sure… maybe they’re lying in wait,” Yu Sheng speculated. “They’re probably just waiting for us to recklessly enter, and then—bam!—five hundred axe-wielders jump out from both sides of the door…”

From nearby, Xuan Che’s voice interrupted, “I’ve used divine sense to cover the entire area. As soon as anyone leaves the tower, they won’t escape my eyes.”

“Good,” Yu Sheng nodded, but his gaze involuntarily lingered on Xuan Che, staring at him for a few moments.

Xuan Che, feeling uncomfortable under the scrutiny, finally spoke up, “Is something wrong, Junior?”

Yu Sheng casually replied, “Oh, I was just thinking about your moves from earlier when we were fighting.” He recalled the simple but powerful punches and the series of pre-battle rituals—popping pills, burning talismans, chanting spells—his voice betraying a hint of curiosity. “Honestly, it’s not quite the style I expected from a cultivator.”

Xuan Che’s face turned a little awkward. “Ah, please don’t laugh, Junior… I’m really not good at fighting. Just some crude and shallow moves.”

“Is that so?” Yu Sheng raised an eyebrow, surprised. He glanced at the sword still floating behind Xuan Che and said, “But when you drew that sword, I didn’t see you actually use it…”

Xuan Che’s face became even more embarrassed. “Well… I don’t actually know how to use a sword.”

This revelation didn’t just surprise Yu Sheng—it left both Irenes wide-eyed. One of them blurted, “Then why pull it out and just let it float behind you?”

Xuan Che quickly explained, “This sword was given to me by a senior master from the divine weapons peak. It stabilizes my cultivation, improves my vitality, and enhances my spiritual power.” He looked slightly apologetic. “Although I can’t use it, just having it out helps my punches.”

Yu Sheng was speechless, and Irene instantly caught on. “So the sword just boosts your stats, and you carry it around to increase your attack power… but your swordsmanship is zero, and you’ve maxed out your fist skills?”

Xuan Che scratched his head, looking sincere. “Well… you could say it that way.”

Then he noticed the subtle, awe-struck expressions on Yu Sheng, Irene, and even Foxy’s faces. It seemed he was having trouble holding himself together. Quickly, he began to explain, “I practice under Master. My main focus is actually pill refining, talismans, and medicine. Strictly speaking, I’m a doctor—being bad at combat is only natural.”

He paused for a moment before adding a few more words. “These few unrefined punches and kicks, they were forced on me by Master. He says that a healer, who is meant to aid the world, often encounters life-and-death situations and cannot avoid trouble. Thus, one must learn some martial arts for self-defense to ensure survival.”

Irene blinked and replayed Xuan Che’s half-truth in her mind before suddenly slapping her palm. “Oh! I get it, medical brawl exploding fist, right?”

Yu Sheng almost choked on his words, “What the hell, medical brawl exploding fist?!”

Then he recalled the scene where Xuan Che had thrown a punch, reducing several hundred meters of road to dust. Any further complaints got stuck in his throat, and he could only admit that the little doll had a point—it was definitely explosive…

Even Xuan Che, after a brief moment of dazed silence, suddenly brightened up, clapped his hands, and praised, “Irene, your words are brilliant! This name is perfect, perfect indeed—I’ll tell Master when we return that his self-created style of martial arts now has a name!”

Irene quickly waved her hand. “No, no, don’t mention that it was me. Just tell him it’s your idea.”

Xuan Che, with a look of utmost righteousness, said, “How can that be? To take credit for someone else’s work goes against the way of cultivation. This name is a gift from the young lady, I must be clear with Master.”

Irene muttered under her breath, “…Damn, how did I end up with such a blockhead?”

Yu Sheng remained silent, standing aside like a spectator, when suddenly, a low, vibrating hum interrupted the conversation between the little doll and Xuan Che.

The hum came from the giant tower.

The people hidden behind the crystal clusters instantly turned their attention to the towering structure, and simultaneously, they witnessed a shocking sight—the entire tower was flickering.

It was as if a vibrating illusion had appeared. The dark high tower was gradually flickering in place, and with each flicker, a deep, almost unbearable hum resonated from within the tower, causing the space itself to subtly shake. As the flickering continued, the ethereal overlap of images, which had only covered the top half of the tower, began to spread rapidly downward, creating a dizzying sensation as if multiple images were overlapping, soon covering the entire tower!

Irene, always the loud one, immediately shouted, “What is that?! What’s going on? Is it about to transform or something?!”

Yu Sheng opened his mouth, about to say something, when a sudden, booming sound from the distant sky interrupted him.

The group looked in the direction of the sound and saw two strange flying machines appear in the sky, their long triangular forms covered in semi-transparent energy shields. They screeched through the dense fog, arriving in an instant, and without hesitation, locked onto the flickering high tower, releasing a series of heated white light orbs.

At almost the same time, like an air-dropped army from another dimension, over a hundred heavily armored figures, wearing powered armor, suddenly appeared beneath the two flying machines. These armored soldiers, relying on jetpacks, swiftly adjusted their positions in midair and, before landing, began to unleash a heavy barrage of fire towards the giant tower.

Entity missiles, high-energy beams, and binding particle clusters—all kinds of weaponry Yu Sheng recognized, along with some he didn’t, were unleashed on the flickering high tower.

After a brief moment of confusion, Yu Sheng realized that this was the Special Affairs Bureau’s “investigators”—he had just sent for a deep-diving unit, bringing in a heavy firepower team complete with the “Hunting Owl” bomber.

The military-grade bombardment quickly enveloped the entire high tower. The deafening explosions and the shockwaves from the shrieking energy blasts scattered the nearby clouds and fog. Yu Sheng, still in shock, had initially assumed the Special Affairs Bureau team would try to approach and investigate the strange tower first. But he hadn’t expected that as soon as the team arrived, they immediately began a full-scale bombing.

However, it didn’t take long for him to understand why.

After the first wave of firepower destroyed the energy shield surrounding the high tower and part of the floating “auxiliary buildings,” he saw that most of the following attacks from the Special Affairs Bureau directly penetrated the flickering giant tower!

Even Irene quickly reacted, shouting, “…What the hell, is it trying to escape?!”

The entire tower was undergoing some kind of teleportation.

The Special Affairs Bureau forces were attempting to destroy the entire structure before it could leave, but it was clear they were too late.

The “Hunting Owl” bomber and deep-diving unit continued their bombardment of the high tower, but as time passed, more and more of the attacks simply passed through the illusory images surrounding it. The hum from the tower, as it teleported, grew sharper, piercing through the roar of the artillery and the entire “mistbound city.”

Yu Sheng could no longer sit still.

He couldn’t let this thing escape—he didn’t want it to escape.

The artificial Saintess, the mysteriously appearing mistbound city, the brass knights hidden in the fog, and the sneaky Holy Revere Hermitage… too many secrets were hidden in that tower. He had just managed to tear this thing from its disguise, hoping to use it to solve the funding issues for the valley’s infrastructure. How could he possibly let it go now?

Moreover, with something like this, once it ran, the consequences would be catastrophic!

With gritted teeth, Yu Sheng suddenly turned to Foxy. “Give me a tail!”

“What?”

“Plan B, launch me!”

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