Doomsday Wonderland

Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1449: One Problem After Another

Chapter 1449: One Problem After Another

The problem lay in how to thread a camel through the eye of a needle.

Lin Sanjiu’s right hand had lost circulation after being squeezed for a while, and it began to feel numb. She glanced at the piece of air and the silver trash can hanging from her hand and started to worry.

To make the Southwind Goose enter, she needed to know how big it was and what it looked like. With the Artist watching in confusion, she had the Life Coach pour half of his paint into the trash can, hoping the paint would reveal the Southwind Goose. However, the paint turned into trash as it seeped into the seams of the Southwind Goose’s body and disappeared into the landfill.

“You see, just as I said, there’s now something strange there-paint,” the Life Coach said with satisfaction, clearly enjoying being right.

“Is the Southwind Goose that slippery? Can’t the paint stick?” Lin Sanjiu shook her hand in frustration. “So slippery, yet it can’t squeeze through?”

It was both amusing and frustrating to think that a creature capable of penetrating different s.p.a.ces was blocked by something as basic as size.

“But this isn’t a typical physical problem,” the Life Coach said. “It being blocked isn’t like a hand not reaching a crevice in a car seat. The hand is blocked by the physical nature of the seat, but what’s blocking the Southwind Goose isn’t this trash can.”

As Lin Sanjiu was about to ask for clarification, she stopped herself. She had picked up on the Life Coach’s methods through their interactions.

The Life Coach glanced at her several times, but she pretended not to notice. She focused on shaking the trash can in her right hand, her lips sealed tighter than a clamsh.e.l.l. After a moment, the Life Coach couldn’t hold back and asked, “Aren’t you curious about what’s blocking it?”

Well, he would probably charge her again if she asked, wouldn’t he?

“Nope,” Lin Sanjiu said calmly.

The human and the Special Item fell silent, enduring the quiet standoff. After a few minutes, the Life Coach grew restless, circling around her before finally asking, “Have you thought of a solution?”

“Yes,” Lin Sanjiu replied, “I plan to give it a good knock. Maybe if I hit it hard enough, I can break the trash can.”

The Life Coach was caught off guard by this answer, looking as though something was stuck in his throat, like a balloon about to burst. He held his frustration for a few seconds before letting out a deep sigh and saying, “How would you break through it? That’s a Special Item.”

Lin Sanjiu smiled and said, “So what? With sincerity, even a rock can be broken.”

The Life Coach waved his hand, and she closed her mouth.

“There’s a reason the Southwind Goose is stuck, and it’s the same reason you can’t break it,” he said. “The material forming a Special Item isn’t matter; it’s energy. Can you break sunlight? Can you break gamma rays? The Southwind Goose can tunnel through matter, but it can’t handle a barrel-shaped force field formed by energy, which is why it gets stuck.”

‘Oh, it’s stuck because of energy.’

Lin Sanjiu chuckled inwardly and asked, “So, when you destroy a Special Item, you’re destroying the energy that forms it? You can approach it from an energy perspective?”

“Yes,” the Life Coach said with a nod, cutting her off. It seemed he antic.i.p.ated her next question. “However, I can only destroy an item. I can’t do anything else.”

“Why?”

The Life Coach shrugged. “That’s just how it is. Either I destroy all its abilities in one go, or I don’t touch it at all. I can’t make minor adjustments or enlarge it; I don’t know how. It’s completely outside my skill set.”

If she destroyed the trash can, only part of the Southwind Goose would come through, and it might end up sliced in half. Lin Sanjiu let out a long breath, feeling as though she was back to square one, helpless.

How could she bring the Southwind Goose over?

She tried placing her left hand on the trash can to turn it into a card, but the presence of the creature caused the attempt to fail. She even used a small knife to gently sc.r.a.pe the edge of the bottom of the trash can, hoping to thin it down a bit. After working around the edge, nothing changed, and she didn’t dare continue. If she accidentally sliced the Southwind Goose into pieces, she’d be completely stuck.

“Looks like I need to find a solution from an energy perspective,” she murmured.

‘Energy, energy…’

She wasn’t hearing this term for the first time that day.

Her thoughts wandered for a moment, then suddenly she jolted.

Where had she heard it before?

“Communicator, communicator,” she said, and the Munitions Factory communicator card appeared in her left hand, which she promptly retracted. Just as before, she activated the communicator and spoke before the operator could respond, “It’s me again, 59632. Connect me to the Physical Properties Department.”

It seemed she hadn’t wasted too much time dealing with the Southwind Goose, as the same woman answered the call again.

“You told me that if I break myself down into pure energy, I can escape, right?” Lin Sanjiu asked.

“Yes, I did,” the other party said, hesitating for a moment before asking, “You want to break yourself down? Would you rather not be free than not be dead?”

“No,” Lin Sanjiu said. She wasn’t that generous with her own life. “You said ‘break down,’ not ‘destroy,’ right?”

“That’s right. How do you destroy energy? You can only dissipate it.” She laughed as if she had just tasted something delicious. “Even if you have a black hole, all it does is attract the energy and prevent it from escaping.”

Lin Sanjiu glanced at the Life Coach beside her. He immediately crossed his arms and flashed her a confident smile, as if he were a successful coach.

“What if I’m not trying to break myself down, but a Special Item? Can I do that? Do you know how?” she asked, tension building in her stomach. The other person specialized in Munitions Factory research on this. If even they said it couldn’t be done, then she truly wouldn’t have any way out.

“Um, yes,” the woman said, thinking for a moment before continuing, “It’s possible, and easier than breaking yourself down. After all, it was formed from energy.”

‘Truly worthy of someone who studied Special Items.’

Lin Sanjiu let out a half-sigh of relief.

If the energy forming the silver trash can could be dispersed, then as it began to disperse, it would still exist, but the constraints on the Southwind Goose might loosen, giving it an opportunity to escape. If she went this route, her hopes would be pinned on the Southwind Goose’s speed-judging by how fast it had grabbed her arm earlier, it wouldn’t be able to catch the moment the energy dispersed. However, perhaps its speed could be further boosted under the stimulation of its original habitat.

It’s just that her own silver trash can would have to be written off.

“So, how should I go about dispersing it?” she asked with a hint of hope. “For example, could I use Higher Consciousness?”

“Higher Consciousness?” The woman didn’t seem well-versed in Higher Consciousness training. “No, you don’t have specialized equipment. It’s difficult to achieve without it.”

Lin Sanjiu’s heart sank-she had feared hearing this. She closed her eyes and adjusted her sitting posture before asking, “What specialized equipment? Does our organization have it?”

“While we do have it, it’s extremely rare,” the woman explained. “Even if regular members wanted it, approval isn’t guaranteed, and you can’t even buy the right to use it with money. Moreover, you’re trapped in an independent secondary s.p.a.ce, completely disconnected from any other secondary s.p.a.ce. We have no way to send it over there.”

Lin Sanjiu pursed her lips. Since being trapped in this bubble s.p.a.ce, problems had been piling up one after another, each seemingly insurmountable, yet she had overcome them step by step. But faced with this issue, for the first time, she felt completely helpless.

If only she still had the [Battle Item] with her, she could have that woman provide a detailed description, then replicate the equipment that could break down items. However, the [Battle Item] was like Yu Yuan; who knew where in the universe it was.

Lin Sanjiu didn’t know why, but the words “detailed description” got stuck in her mind.

She lifted her head and looked at the humanoid Special Items beside her. She paused for a moment, then turned her head and glanced at the parking lot behind her.

Although she couldn’t see it, she knew that the chocolate cake was still there in the back seat of one of the cars.

She had a way.