Goodbye My Beloved Dream

The sky was just beginning to brighten, but many people in Chinatown were already up and about, some setting up their stalls, others exercising.

When they saw Kraft sprinting down the street, they all wore expressions of surprise.

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

The old men and women doing their morning exercises in groups all greeted Kraft.

Kraft stopped, politely greeted them, and then replied, "I just suddenly had an inspiration and went to the lab to do some experiments."

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

One old man slapped Kraft on the shoulder, grinned, revealing a gap-toothed smile, and praised him before turning to boast to his companions.

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

"Pfft! Old Zhang, have you no shame? Little Li fixed your radio for you back then. You just said that out of politeness because you didn't want to pay him, and you think I don't know what kind of stingy old man you are?"

"Right, right! Old Zhang, what are you pretending for? And I remember, you didn't pay him in the end!"

The group of old men didn't give Old Zhang any face and started calling him out. Old Zhang, naturally unwilling to back down, left Kraft and began a spirited debate with the scholars.

"Ignore those foolish 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, this is rice cake I made myself. Take it to fill your stomach."

"Eating rice cake alone will make you choke. 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 food they had with them.

"Thank you, grandmas."

Kraft didn't stand on ceremony. He took the food, put it all in a bag, and waved goodbye to the old ladies.

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

"What a good kid. If only my grandson was half as good as him."

"Yeah, I heard the things this kid makes have earned a lot of money, even the TV station went to their school for an interview."

"He's handsome too, so refined. What's the word... scholarly! Yes, like a great scholar from ancient times. No, such a good young man, I can't let him slip away. I'll have to talk to Martin another day and see if we can arrange a marriage."

"Dream on, you old hag! With your fat granddaughter, I think she's more suited for that Fatty Liao kid. Kraft is going to be my grandson-in-law!"

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

Kraft, who had already left, had no idea he had inexplicably gained several fiancées. He was now carrying the food he had received to his private workshop.

However, Kraft wasn't in the mood to eat breakfast right now. He casually placed the food on a nearby table, rummaged through a pile of materials, and pulled out a tape recorder to dismantle.

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

When everything was made, Kraft, like Professor Agasa, clicked on a video, recorded a voice from it, and then brought the small horn 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 ear, identical to the audio source in the video. Kraft was stunned.

"This is unscientific!"

He dug his fingers deep into his hair, his mind in chaos.

Thinking back now, those Power-Enhancing Shoes seemed very abnormal too. Just by stimulating his muscles with electric current, he could throw a burly man weighing over a hundred pounds several meters with one hand, and without any side effects. That seemed a bit too exaggerated. It was just that Kraft didn't know much about bioengineering, so he hadn't noticed it before.

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

After thinking for a long time, Kraft could only guess this. 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 were hidden too deeply, making him think it was 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 mystical products like Taoist magic and sorcery that appeared in his dreams for a long time. But because he knew nothing about cultivation or magic, he had always treated them as if they were from movies.

But now it was different. Since Kraft could replicate Professor Agasa's magical powers, didn't that mean he could also learn those abilities of flying and burrowing from his dreams?

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

Kraft eagerly took out a mechanical bird he had made before, recalled the runes and incantations the Mohist School used to animate their mechanisms, and then picked up a carving knife, carefully engraving the runes. He then chanted, "Silence implies thought, speech implies instruction, action implies accomplishment... Ha!"

Mimicking the movements 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.

"Why did it fail!"

Kraft tried a few more times, unwilling to give up. Unfortunately, neither the mechanical birds he had made before nor his newly made mechanical dog showed any reaction.

"Damn it! Did I guess wrong? Or is the land of America not compatible with Mohist mechanical arts?"

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

He also guessed that perhaps he couldn't yet master the method of imbuing things with mysterious power, and that it had to be something like Professor Agasa's inventions, which could be directly produced as finished products.

Kraft thought for a moment. In the magical system, the only option that fit the criteria seemed to be refining magic potions. Although his lab had most of the alternative tools, such mystical things were best done with implements as close to the original ones from his dreams as possible. Moreover, the materials for refining magic potions were not available here, so he would have to go and purchase them again.

There was no use being anxious about it now. He should fill his stomach first.

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

Kraft took out the food the old ladies had given him and made a call to Fatty Liao.

"Hello, David, it's me."

Kraft mumbled with his mouth full of rice cakes.

"I lost track of time 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 wouldn't have needed to pay much attention to school rules given his status as a school board member Martin Lee. However, he wasn't ungrateful, so he still called Fatty Liao to let him know.

After the call, Kraft quickly finished his food and immediately rushed 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 were from magical creatures Kraft had never heard of. He spent a long time picking and choosing before finally finding a magic potion whose ingredients could be gathered on Earth. Kraft scoured all of Chinatown and even visited a specialty reptile store before he had everything he needed.

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

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

Cauldrons are essential in many chemical experiments, so Kraft wasn't lacking them. However, the cauldrons used in modern science are quite different from those in the medieval magical world. Just to be safe, Kraft found a similar one, which he dug out from an antique shop owned by Martin.

Following the potion-making steps from his dream, Kraft chanted alongside the witch while stirring. It took over an hour to finally finish 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 lightly...

"Ugh..."

The smell, which shot straight to the top of his head, almost made him throw up everything he had 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 skincare. After it was brewed, she eagerly drank it. Kraft, out of curiosity, had also dipped a finger in the residual liquid and tasted it. Although the taste was a bit strange, it definitely didn't have the rotten smell emanating from the current concoction.

"Looks like it failed again..."

After a long period of mental preparation, 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 unsatisfactory. Exhausted, Kraft lay on the laboratory floor, sighing helplessly.

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

The creations from the dream couldn't be replicated, which meant the Power-Enhancing Shoes and the Bowtie Voice Changer didn't contain any mysterious power.

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

Although being able to wield this strange power was a good thing, Kraft was still very curious about the specific reasons behind this phenomenon. He really wanted to find someone to test whether 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 decided to give up pursuing it further.