Operator #11: Life Was Full of Beautiful Dreams

The plane took off again; its next stop was Hong Kong.

Half an hour has passed, and Sixty-Three and Benjamin are still fast asleep.

Jiang Xueming became curious and started fiddling with the two people's boarding passes, hoping to find out their identities so he could contact their families and police officers.

You won't believe it until you see it, and what you find will shock you.

"Jiang Xueming? Him?" Xue Ming paused for a moment when he received boarding pass number Sixty-Three.

Identification documents, boarding passes, and even the ticket stubs all point to the same answer.

Why is this guy using my name and ID?

Wood Plark: "Let me see?"

Xue Ming immediately handed his documents to the conductor and waited patiently.

After holding it in for a long time, the train conductor finally spoke.

"They might be members of the Madness Butterfly Sect. Sending them to Balason for interrogation might yield the answer."

Jiang Xueming: "Why are they impersonating me?"

"I don't know." Captain Wood made a hypothesis. "You are [JoeStar]'s rising star, and you still have the red flower double sticks given to you by the BOSS. You have made great contributions to expanding the territory of all mankind in Niflheim. Perhaps they see you as a breakthrough point. If I were a member of the Madness Butterfly Sect, I would also like to take this opportunity to kill you, then impersonate you and enter the railway system, and rise to the top."

"But how did they pass the Polarized Sextant test?" Jiang Xueming was still uneasy; he was convinced things weren't that simple. "Look at this guy's face."

Wood carefully observed Sixty-Three's expression and features. "He's very old. Although he looks a lot like you, he's very old."

Jiang Xueming pondered to herself, then said, "Right, this guy will definitely be exposed during the DNA test. Forget about the Polarized Sextant, I reckon even the security guards outside Longhua Road will recognize this fake as soon as they see him."

After saying that, Xue Ming was about to get up and find his seat in first class according to his ticket. Maybe this guy had other accomplices.

Wood Plark wants to work with them.

Xue Ming brought his steel mace. "No, Commander, you stay here."

"You're alone?" Wood was deeply surprised.

Xue Ming: "Their target is me, not you."

Wood: "You think I can't fight? You're underestimating me? Oh dear, I'm getting angry!"

Xue Ming shook his head and pointed to the two strange men who were fast asleep.

"I don't know if they'll suddenly wake up."

As he spoke, he disassembled Mingde's remains into two nunchucks, handing one of them to Wood.

"Commander, please keep an eye on them. I'll be right back. No matter what happens, I'll call for your help immediately."

In the end, Xue Ming gave Wood two vials of the few remaining Universal Elixir injections he had in his pocket.

Wood smiled broadly, "That won't be necessary."

Xue Ming, however, was unusually persistent, insisting that Wood accept it. Even after the round, toothed syringe was stuffed into the conductor's pocket, he grabbed the conductor's arm, not allowing him to be polite.

He proceeded cautiously, making his way towards the customer service room.

Wood Plark pulled out his ring-shaped syringe and suddenly didn't know what to say.

The train conductor, still leaning against the seat cushion like a loyal knight, grabbed Benjamin's arm and examined the hands of the gold watch.

He listlessly shook his leg, waiting.

Three full minutes have passed since Xue Ming entered the customer service room through the curtain, and there has been no sound or unusual activity.

"Wait a moment."

Wood began to talk to himself.

"Wait, wait, wait!"

He grabbed Benjamin's arm, but was drawn to the red marks on his arm.

Those were three red marks resembling the claws of a wild animal.

--Then the cautious train conductor pulled up the cuffs of his black wool coat.

"Oh no!"

The same mark was also found on Wood Plark's right forearm.

"We're doomed."

Without a doubt, Jiang Xueming's soul power has begun to take effect.

Wood Plark could not detect any fluctuations in spiritual pressure, nor did he even know when he was attacked by spiritual power.

"What a terrifying ability."

The train conductor repeatedly slapped his cheeks, rubbed his nose and ears, trying to awaken his body from these faint pain signals, but he couldn't do it no matter what.

He won't wake up!

--Completely immersed in a dream.

"Was it just now?" Wood pondered, looking down. "Just now, when he grabbed my hand and stuffed the Universal Elixir into my pocket, he only grabbed my arm, yet the Soul Power attack immediately took effect, making my brain obediently shut down and go to sleep? No, no, I need to confirm this again."

Wood ran to the break room at the tail of the plane, found some ginseng and brown sugar under the counter, and brewed a cup of incredibly sweet tea, almost cloyingly so. Sugar can activate the brain, and this formula, combined with some Universal Elixir, can make people aware of whether they are in a hallucination.

Drink this cup of tea, stare directly at a bright light for ten seconds, and then close your eyes.

Wood murmured--

"--If my retina shows floaters-like spots, it means I'm in reality and my optic nerve is working normally. If I can't see any afterimages of the bright light, it means I'm in a dream. So come on."

He drank the tea in one gulp, then stuck out his tongue like a dog that had eaten chili peppers, his mouth watering from the excessive sugar.

Then he turned on his phone's flashlight and shone it into his eyes for ten seconds.

He closed his eyes, held his breath, and concentrated on fighting the dizziness in his brain.

The intense, lingering light still lingers in my eyes; it doesn't seem like a hallucination. It can't be a hallucination, can it?

Wood Plark breathed a sigh of relief.

Just then, Billy the Kid, sitting in the sixth row behind, turned around and asked a question.

"Mr. Wood, are you alright?"

"It's alright, it's alright now." Wood Plark breathed a sigh of relief and was about to move forward.

However, after taking only a few steps, he returned to the same spot like a precise machine.

He crouched under the cabinet in the tea room and then posed his second probing question.

"Why?"

"Why am I able to find brown sugar and ginseng here?"

Why?

"Generally speaking, airlines have strict regulations on food and beverage rationing standards. Health supplements containing Chinese herbal ingredients would never be served to passengers on airplanes—black tea, green tea, coffee, and cola should be more common."

Wood Plark frowned.

"Considering the previous unusual phenomena, could it be that I, like those two guys, have already fallen asleep? And that's why I'm experiencing this illusion of my dreams coming true?"

"Mr. Wood," Billy the Kid's voice grew urgent, "I have a favor to ask of you."

Plack the train conductor closed the cabinet door, then opened it repeatedly, as if trying to perform a magic trick.

"Transform! Transform even more delicious drinks!"

However, the beverage counter in the tea room did not behave as he wished; after he opened the door for the first time, nothing else changed.

"Teacher Wood, Wood Plark!" Fuyanni called out urgently.

Wood immediately stood up and turned around. "Coming!"

He went to the two little ones, bent down, and asked in response, "What is it?"

Billy was sweating profusely, wincing in pain. "Professor Wood, please help me! The package inside my stomach must have ruptured. Please operate on me and get it all out."

"No problem." Wood smiled broadly, then turned to Fuyanni and said, "Could you please go to the customer service room and fetch some tools?"

Fuyanni was so anxious she was almost in tears. She rushed to the customer service department, nearly tripping in the process.

Wood was still unsure.

Was all of this a dream, or just his hallucination?

Because it's so real, so incredibly real.

He took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from Billy the Kid's forehead, and immediately tasted the bitter and regretful pheromones on his tongue.

The young man before me was visibly emotional; his face was trembling slightly; his hair was disheveled; and his pupils were dilated and unfocused due to pain.

All of this is so lifelike that it cannot be faked in the slightest.

Until Fuyanni ran back--

He was carrying a toolbox, which contained things like electric drills, screwdrivers, and wrenches.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Wood rolled his eyes. "Your friend is Doraemon? Now I have to fix his magic pocket?"

Fuyanni: "You told me I needed to find some tools? That's what I was thinking."

Wood interrupted, "Genius."

Fuyanni: "What do you need? Hurry, Mr. Wood! What else do you need? I'll go find it right away!"

Billy: "Don't blame him, Mr. Wood, he's not very bright."

Fuyanni: "You're the one who's not smart!"

The argument between the two young men quickly attracted the attention of the passengers.

Wood also became very busy and had no time to think about whether it was a dream or reality.

He stood up and took a megaphone out of his toolbox.

"Passengers, we have a patient here with acute appendicitis who needs surgery. Do you have a surgeon? Is there a doctor who can help him through this difficult time?"

A passenger in the fourth row raised his hand.

"I!"

Wood felt relieved. "Brother, which department are you in? What surgeries have you had?"

The passenger said, "I'm a dentist."

Wood: "Sit back down!"

Then, the train conductor said helplessly into the loudspeaker.

"Dear passengers, I regret to inform you that we were unable to locate this hero. This opportunity to shine will have to be given to me. Please move towards the front of the cabin to give this patient ample space so he can breathe plenty of oxygen. I hope he can pull through."

After saying this, Wood immediately called out.

"Give me the knife, Fuyanni."

Fuyanni rummaged through his toolbox and finally handed over a small hacksaw.

Billy stared wide-eyed, glaring fiercely at his friend.

"Relax, I'm a professional." Wood took off the saw blade and pulled a knife from the side of the wafer bag.

Fuyanni: "Hey! Teacher! There's still vegan cream on top! It's not clean! I just ate cake with it!"

Wood attached the saw blade to the knife, then spread the vegetable shortening evenly over the blade.

"Sex Sexy Bomb!"

Before the words were even finished, the ram-headed demon made of flames swung its hoof-shaped fist at the dinner knife!

Heart-shaped fist imprints overlapped and interlocked, while the vegan cream continuously emitted a popping sound similar to deep-frying. In just the time it took to breathe, the saw blade and the main body of the steel-clad scalpel were already forged into shape.

Billy: "Wow!"

Fuyanni: "Wow!"

"Should we use anesthesia?" Wood raised his knife, ready to cut her open. "Billy?"

Billy looked frightened. "Will it affect the brain? I saw on the news that anesthesia can affect a person's intelligence."

Wood: "Then let me ask you a question. What is Sixty-Three?"

Billy bit his fingernails, unable to answer for a moment.

"Uh... three thousand... three thousand six hundred."

Wood said expressionlessly, "With your intelligence, you're basically immune to Brain Injury caused by anesthesia. This worry is unnecessary."

Billy: "Then please give me anesthesia, Mr. Wood."

Wood remained expressionless. "Unfortunately, I didn't bring any anesthetic."

Billy was nearly frantic. "Then why are you rambling on about this? I'm going to die! Teacher! I feel like the bag in my stomach is going to burst!"

Wood: "There's another method of anesthesia, want to try it?"

Billy: "Could it be alcohol?"

Wood: "I don't have any alcohol, and flammable items can't be taken on a plane."

Billy: "Did they knock me out?"

Wood: "No, your intelligence will visibly decline due to this anesthesia."

Billy: "What kind of anesthesia method is that?"

Wood pulled a Playboy magazine out of his clothes and displayed the cover girl's sexy and alluring figure.

Billy: "Oh! This is good! This is good!"

"I have Universal Elixir." Wood pulled out the orthodontic injection. "The whole process will be very, very fast, very, very fast, you understand? It won't hurt much—it'll be over in an instant, like a dream."

Billy breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the Universal Elixir, thinking that he was finally saved, that he had finally found a reliable person, and that he had finally encountered a reliable opportunity.

Fuyanni jumped up and down with joy, almost hitting his head on the cabin ceiling.

Billy: "Mr. Wood, your actions are truly reassuring. Have you treated other students or your comrades in the same way before?"

"Yes, I saved Vancleef," Wood said.

Billy: "His name sounds like a bloodthirsty, frequently wounded outlaw."

Wood: "It's a female dog, and my wife loves it."

The entire cabin was quiet for a moment.

None of the passengers spoke.

--It was as if all the onlookers, whether happy or curious, were killed in an instant.

Billy: "Besides what? Besides Vancleef?"

Wood pursed his lips and shrugged indifferently. "I've basically never been injured. There are countless soul power abilities in the world, each with its own unique uses—I'm one of the best among them. When faced with a life-or-death crisis, I either defeat the enemy unscathed, or I get carried away and taken to the emergency room."

Billy watched as the knife slashed open his clothes around his stomach.

--Teacher Wood drew the path of the incision on his belly with red and blue pens.

Faced with the gleaming knife, Billy finally began to tremble uncontrollably. Without anesthesia or the gravitational pull of chocolate milk, one is bound to feel nervous when facing a knife.

"Professor Wood, please be very careful. If you puncture the hallucinogen's packet, I'm afraid I'll die and never come back to life. Before I die, I'd like to ask you to do something for me."

Wood: "Go ahead and say it."

Billy: "There are many very famous and important people in the railroad system."

Wood: "Actually, I'm one of them too."

Billy: "Could you get me an autograph?"

Wood: "Hahaha, I'm going to leave my name on your stomach right now, oh no! I'm going to sign it on your duodenum!"

Billy said confidently, "David Victor's signature. If I die, can you get me this signature?"

Wood's eyes instantly turned from blue to red.

"I'm going to start the surgery, shut the fuck up."