Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 13: Sleepwalking in Dreamland [Complete]

1643: Seeking a Way to Survive in Confinement

Even after evolving, Xie Feng still felt frustratingly weak.

"The ability to create Special Items" sounded like a factory operation, as if she could endlessly produce an infinite variety of objects.

But Xie Feng knew better than anyone the limits of her abilities. The most important restriction was that she could only create one item at a time. The item's power had to match her current ability level, and every item came with an expiration date—once that time was up, the item's effects would vanish, returning to dust.

And those were just the limitations of her abilities. Each item also came with its own built-in constraints—some could only be used on people over 30, while others could only be used once an hour. Xie Feng had no control over what these limits would be.

Maybe she was being greedy, but the more she learned about her powers, the more unsatisfied she felt.

When she used the [Healing Lamp] on Dong Luorong, its shortcomings became painfully obvious: while it healed surface-level wounds and shallow injuries quickly, leaving her skin looking as good as new once the blood was wiped away, it couldn't detect hidden internal damage. Both of them were almost certain that Dong Luorong was suffering from some degree of internal bleeding. The lamp's power wasn't nearly strong enough to heal deep injuries with just one session.

"I think my left arm might be fractured," Dong Luorong whispered.

The warm, orange glow of the lamp bathed her pale, sweat-drenched face in a false sheen of yellow. "I can't remember everything that happened... but I think he hit me with something."

Xie Feng focused the lamp on Dong Luorong's left arm, but instead of the pain easing, new symptoms began to emerge. Waves of unconsciousness washed over Dong Luorong, her body temperature plummeting, and her mind grew foggy. Xie Feng, having seen all kinds of injuries on the streets, immediately recognized that Dong Luorong's condition was likely due to a ruptured organ, which had worsened over a short period.

Dong Luorong passed out several times, only to regain consciousness moments later, caught in a tug-of-war between healing and injury. Xie Feng grew more anxious with every passing second, terrified that the lamp might not be enough to save her. All she could do was keep the light focused on Dong Luorong's bare abdomen, praying that this item would at least keep her alive—otherwise, what was the point of evolving?

Fortunately, after what felt like an eternity, Dong Luorong's condition finally began to stabilize.

When she woke again, her breathing had evened out, her body temperature rose slightly, and she seemed more coherent. She looked at the lamp and smiled weakly at Xie Feng.

"Your ability... it's amazing. So this is what posthumans are capable of..."

Xie Feng gave an embarrassed smile, just about to respond, when she suddenly perked up and jumped to her feet.

"What is it?" Dong Luorong asked in a hushed voice.

Xie Feng gave her a quick look, just as someone knocked heavily on the door. Even though they had been prepared, the sound hit their nerves like a punch, startling both of them.

A strange male voice called from the other side, "Chief? Is everything all right?"

"It's his bodyguards," Dong Luorong whispered, her face growing even paler. "They must have noticed we've been inside for too long..."

"Do they have weapons?" Xie Feng asked in a low voice.

"They probably do, but I've never seen them carry any," Dong Luorong replied, struggling to sit up. "I'll handle them—I'll tell them to leave."