Goodbye My Beloved Dream

It was just before dawn, but many people in Chinatown were already up and about, setting up stalls or exercising.

When they saw Kraft sprinting along, many of them wore surprised expressions.

"Hey! Isn't that the kid from the Martin family? You're up so early today!"

The old men and women who were gathered for their morning exercises greeted Kraft warmly.

Kraft stopped, politely greeted them, and then replied, "I just had a sudden burst of inspiration and went to the lab to do some experiments."

"I knew you'd amount to something great!"

An old man patted Kraft's shoulder, grinning with his toothless mouth as he praised him. Then, he turned to his old friends and started boasting.

"What did I tell you guys back then? Kraft always looked like a smart kid, but you didn't believe me!"

"Pfft! Old Zhang, have you no shame? Little Li fixed your radio for you back then, and you only offered a polite word because you didn't want to pay him. I know exactly what kind of stingy old man you are!"

"Yeah, yeah! Old Zhang, why are you putting on an act? And I remember you, you old scoundrel, you still didn't pay him in the end!"

The group of old men didn't spare Old Zhang any face and started calling him out. Old Zhang, naturally unwilling to back down, left Kraft and began to argue vociferously with the others.

"Don't mind those silly old men," an old woman holding a large red fan pulled Kraft over to her. "Kid, you haven't had breakfast yet, have you? Here, have some rice cakes I made myself to tide you over."

"Rice cakes alone will make you thirsty. I have a bottle of milk here too."

Another old woman came over and handed him a bottle of milk. The other old ladies also contributed the food they had with them.

"Thank you, grandmas."

Kraft didn't stand on ceremony. He took the food, packed it all into a bag, and waved goodbye to the old women.

"I'm in a hurry to get to the lab, so I'll be going now."

"What a good kid. I wish my grandson was half as outstanding as him."

"Yeah, I heard he's made quite a lot of money from the things he makes. Even the TV station went to his school for an interview."

"He's handsome too, so refined. What's the word for it? Scholarly! Yes, just like the great scholars of ancient times. No, I can't let such a good young man slip away. I need to talk to Martin another day and see if we can arrange a marriage."

"Dream on, you old hag! Your granddaughter is more suited for that Liao kid. Kraft is going to be my grandson-in-law!"

Following the old men, the old women also started arguing over Kraft.

Kraft, who had already left, was unaware that he had inexplicably gained several fiancées. He had now arrived at his private workshop with the food in his hands.

However, Kraft wasn't in the mood to eat breakfast. He casually placed the food on a nearby table, rummaged through the materials, and pulled out a tape recorder to start disassembling it.

Since he didn't have a bowtie on hand, Kraft made the voice changer into a trumpet shape. Once he was done, he turned on the computer on the table and, recalling the code Professor Agasa had written in his dreams, typed it out word for word.

When everything was made, Kraft, like Professor Agasa, opened a video, recorded a voice from it, and then brought the small trumpet in his hand to his mouth.

"Hello, hello, how are you? My name is Kraft Lee... Holy crap! This is actually real!"

He heard his altered voice in his ears, which was exactly the same as the audio source from the video. Kraft was stunned.

"This is unscientific!"

With his fingers dug deep into his hair, Kraft's mind descended into chaos.

Thinking back, the Power-Enhancing Shoes also seemed rather abnormal. Just by stimulating muscles with electric current, they allowed him to throw a strong man weighing over 200 pounds several meters with one hand, and without any side effects. This seemed a bit too exaggerated. However, Kraft wasn't very knowledgeable about bioengineering, so he hadn't noticed it before.

"So, Professor Agasa's world actually has some mysterious attributes too?"

After pondering for a long time, Kraft could only guess. He had dreamed of other technologically advanced worlds with special powers before, but the special powers in those worlds were more obvious. Professor Agasa's was hidden too deeply, making him believe it was just an ordinary world like this one.

"Does this mean I can also master those mysterious powers?"

At this thought, Kraft became excited again. He had been coveting the Taoist arts, magic, and other mystical products that appeared in his dreams for a long time, but since he knew nothing about cultivation or magic, he had only ever treated them as if they were movies.

But things were different now. Since Kraft could replicate Professor Agasa's supernatural powers, didn't that mean he could also learn those abilities of flying and escaping from his dreams?

Although Kraft had tried those mystical methods before and failed, perhaps the timing just wasn't right? Just like how his dreams were constantly evolving, perhaps he could master these supernatural powers now.

Kraft eagerly took out a Mechanical Bird he had made earlier, recalled the runes and incantations the Mohist school used to animate their mechanisms, picked up a carving knife, and carefully engraved the runes. Then, he chanted, "Silence leads to thought, speech leads to teaching, action leads to accomplishment... Ha!"

Mimicking the actions of a Mohist disciple in his dream, Kraft shouted and pointed at the Mechanical Bird on the table.

The Mechanical Bird remained motionless, with none of the sound and light effects from his dream appearing.

"Why did it fail!"

Kraft tried several more times, unwilling to give up, but unfortunately, neither the Mechanical Birds he had made before nor the new Mechanical Dog he had made showed any reaction.

"Damn it! Did I guess wrong? Or is it that the land of America doesn't support Mohist mechanical arts?"

Not willing to give up easily, Kraft changed his approach and tried magic.

He also guessed that perhaps he couldn't master this method of using supernatural powers to enhance things yet. It had to be something that could directly produce finished products, like Professor Agasa's inventions.

Kraft thought for a moment. In the magic system, the only option that fit the criteria seemed to be potion making. Although his lab had most of the alternative tools, for something as mystical as this, it was best to use equipment as close to the original as possible from his dreams. Moreover, he didn't have the materials for potion making here and would need to purchase them again.

There was no point in rushing now. He should fill his stomach first.

Kraft touched his rumbling stomach, which was complaining loudly, and finally calmed down. After all this commotion, it was almost noon. Not only had he skipped breakfast, but he had also missed his morning classes.

While taking out the food the old ladies had given him, Kraft made a call to Fatty Liao.

"Hello, David, it's me."

Kraft mumbled around a mouthful of rice cakes.

"I lost track of time while experimenting and just remembered I have class today. But the experiment isn't finished, so I won't be going this afternoon. Can you ask the teacher for me?"

Even without the previous incident with Tony Stark, Kraft didn't need to worry too much about school rules given his status as a school board member Martin Lee. However, he wasn't someone who took things for granted, so he still called Fatty Liao to explain.

After the call, Kraft quickly finished his food and then immediately went out to buy the tools and materials needed to refine the magic potion.

The tools for brewing magic potions weren't complicated, but many of the materials used in most potions were from magical creatures Kraft had never heard of. He spent a long time picking and choosing before finding a potion whose ingredients could be gathered on Earth. Kraft scoured the entire Chinatown and even visited a specialty reptile pet store before he had all the materials.

"Dried toad, lizard tail, squid ink mushroom..."

Kraft added the ingredients one by one into an ancient-looking cauldron in order.

Crucibles are indispensable in many chemical experiments, so Kraft wasn't lacking in them. However, there was quite a difference between the crucibles used in modern science and those in the medieval magical world. Just in case, Kraft found a similar crucible. He actually dug this thing up from Martin's antique shop.

Following the potion-making steps from his dream, Kraft recited incantations alongside the witch while stirring. After more than an hour, he finally finished brewing the magic potion called "Slick Potion."

Pouring the liquid into a prepared beaker, Kraft removed his mask and fell into thought.

He had impulsively refined the magic potion, so now the question was...

Who should drink this thing?

Kraft brought his nose close to the beaker and sniffed gently...

"Blech..."

The smell, which shot straight to the top of his head, almost made him throw up everything he'd eaten for lunch.

"Something's wrong! The Slick Potion in my dream didn't smell like this..."

In Kraft's dream, the Slick Potion was used by the witch for her skin. After it was ready, she eagerly drank it. At the time, out of curiosity, Kraft had also dipped a finger in some of the leftover potion and tasted it. Although the taste was a bit strange, it definitely didn't emit a foul odor like the one in front of him.

"Looks like it failed again..."

After mentally preparing himself for a long time, Kraft still didn't have the courage to try the bizarre liquid in front of him. In the end, he poured it into the waste disposal bin.

"All that excitement for nothing..."

Besides the magic potion, Kraft still tested other magical creations from his dreams, unwilling to give up. The results were still not very satisfactory. Exhausted, Kraft lay on the laboratory floor, sighing helplessly.

"So, are Professor Agasa's inventions purely scientific creations?"

If creations powered by mysterious forces couldn't be replicated, it meant that the Power-Enhancing Shoes and the Bowtie Voice Changer didn't contain any mysterious powers.

"Is it because the physical rules of different worlds are different? Then why can I replicate them?"

Although being able to master this strange power was a good thing, Kraft was still very curious about the specific reason behind this situation. He really wanted to find someone to test if only he could create these unscientific scientific creations. However, doing so would likely expose his uniqueness, and Kraft had no intention of distributing these more magical items. In the end, he chose to give up pursuing it further.

Zhong Yuan finally learned to retract its claws when it was beating me... QAQ