Mysteries: Arcana Wars

It was a delicate, mouth-watering lemon cake.

The light brown cake layers were baked to perfection, showing a soft and crisp texture. The white buttercream with a hint of yellow filled the gaps between the cake layers, and the bright yellow lemon jam was poured on the top of the cake. A buttercream flower and a slice of candied lemon were dotted on top.

In the post-apocalyptic era when the disaster had just ended and supplies were scarce, this exquisitely crafted cake reappeared in the daily lives of the survivors and once again became a symbol of the luxurious life of the nobles. When the Second Steam Revolution began and social order gradually recovered, the living standards of the Loen people in the Sixth Epoch slowly returned to the level of the late Fifth Epoch. Only then did the Second Steam Revolution truly begin to promote the progress of human civilization.

With the development of social productivity for more than a thousand years, this exquisite lemon cake is no longer the privilege of royal aristocrats. The mysterious recipe that was once hidden in the palace kitchen has long spread throughout the streets and alleys, and has been improved by generations of pastry chefs to obtain a more advanced and delicate taste.

The lemon cakes that Melissa once couldn't get are now filling up the freezers of supermarkets. You can get a large piece of industrial products for just two or three Ruen pounds. Even if you go to a dessert shop to buy fresh cakes, you only need six or seven Ruen pounds. When this furniture store was still in business, the lemon cakes that were originally tributes to the court even became a means of pleasing customers. They were sold at a low price of one Ruen pound per large pot, and the emphasis was on a traditional retro taste.

However, no matter how retro and traditional it is, different craftsmanship, different materials, and different tools can never recreate the taste of a thousand years ago. What's more, it is just a marketing tool in the rest area of ​​a furniture store, not a research association or a top restaurant.

But the lemon cake on the billboard in front of him was exactly the same as the one in Melissa's hand in the illusion.

Same shape, same color, same presentation, same angle, even the arc of the jam dripping is exactly the same!

At this moment, Klein even felt as if he had returned to that simple office in the post-apocalyptic era of the Sixth Epoch, confined in the role of Melissa, carefully holding that small, hard-earned piece of lemon cake - as if he had never walked out of that illusion.

An ancient philosopher once said that there are no two identical leaves in the world.

So are there two lemon cakes in the world that are exactly the same?

A sense of weirdness and discomfort spread endlessly in Klein's mind like dark moss.

At that moment, Klein suddenly felt that the false illusion was just like a cloud, a wisp of smoke, or a faint fog. You can't admit its authenticity, and you can't clearly say where it is, but at least you know in your heart that it is nothingness, a dream, and a soft starlight that floats outside the world and can never land on the earth.

But this billboard was like a sharp knife, which suddenly split the real world under his feet. The disaster that could have been attributed to the "illusion" was now like sticky, dark sewage, madly seeping into the real world through the gap, and the filthy water stains grew outward like mycelium.

Klein's eyes were fixed on the lemon cake billboard, which fell to the ground together.

Everything floating in the air fell heavily to the ground!

The nearly crazy exile was not dead yet, he dragged his body riddled with holes and crawled out of the ruins. Several steel bars mercilessly pierced his shriveled body, and blood soaked through his robe, becoming part of the red outer robe.

He held a piece of steel bar more than 30 centimeters long in his hand, let out a hysterical roar, and then rushed towards Klein desperately.

Klein immediately threw away the lemon cake sign, pulled out a baseball bat from under the sign, raised it, and hit the exile who was rushing towards him hard on the head!

With a dull thud, the exile suddenly fell to the ground.

He immediately fell into a sweet baby-like sleep.

As the Exile finally lost consciousness and fell to the ground, Klein suddenly felt dazed. He staggered back a few steps with the baseball bat, and then did not forget to finish off the Exile, swinging the bat at the Exile's head a few times, and then pulling out the steel bars to destroy the opponent's vital organs.

In the 14th century when artificial prostheses became popular, although prosthetic technology was mostly used for medical purposes to supplement the functions lost by people due to accidents or illnesses, prosthetic technology was not limited to visible limbs and skin, but also included internal organs wrapped in flesh.

In the human body, internal organs are extremely fragile. However, after the iteration and improvement of prosthetic technology, some unexpected effects have occurred. Due to the high quality of artificial internal organs, some victims of car accidents may have ruptured their original internal organs, but they have escaped the disaster with the excellent quality of artificial internal organs. However, these lucky stars use relatively high-end products. Medical rescue-level artificial internal organs are still very easy to be damaged, and are not much better than the original ones.

Therefore, before going down to the dungeon, Leonard told Klein to make sure to hit the key enemies more often, especially the heart and head. There is no artificial brain surgery in the current medical technology market, and the soft brain is still the most vulnerable part of the human body. However, Leonard has seen some vicious people implant steel plates in the skull, or directly replace the skull with steel bones. Some hackers even try to install so-called brain-computer ports on their brains, using their own brains to replace expensive and inefficient computers, but in the chaotic black market and dungeons, this radical and immature technology has no guarantee, and the recipients usually end up in a miserable state.

After confirming that the other party was dead, Klein stood still and immediately took out his pocket watch to check it repeatedly. But no matter how many times he opened and closed it, the antique pocket watch still firmly showed twelve o'clock, motionless.

The lemon cake billboard fell from the sky and covered some debris. And right below the billboard was the baseball bat that Klein was holding.

The baseball bat was made of wood. During the two hundred years it had been lost in the furniture store, there was no sign of corrosion or weathering. It was intact and intact, enough for Klein to determine that it was some kind of extraordinary item.

Is my pocket watch broken? Why aren't the hands moving? Where am I?

Klein simply put away his pocket watch and smashed the billboard with a baseball bat. With a crisp click, the lemon cake sign that had long been eroded by time shattered.

The traces of time, the words and images distorted by extraordinary pollution, the weathered and fragile texture, and the mutated outlines are enough to prove that this is a billboard that is so ordinary that it cannot be more ordinary, no different from other things in the furniture store.

It is ordinary, it exists, it is real.

But that piece of lemon cake was exactly the same as the one in Melissa's hand in the illusion.

An unprecedented feeling of discomfort overwhelmed Klein like the sea.

The songs in the fairy tale books became historical facts, the characters in the novels jumped into life, and the reflections in the mirror stretched out of the mirror.

The endless nothingness is invading reality.