Constructing-Style Wizard
Chapter 389 - 389: 139. Lighting up the thatched toilet

Chapter 389: 139. Lighting up the thatched toilet

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Noland Lee handed out the magic scrolls, two per person, one for “Mental Shield” and one for “Soul Shield.”

Seeing this, Derek Davis patted his chest and promised that he would include the cost of the magic scrolls when distributing the spoils of war.

With the magic scrolls that could protect their minds and souls, the pressure in everyone’s hearts eased slightly. However, as the “shasha” noise in their ears worsened, a sense of oppression gathered in the cabin.

“How long until we’re out of this sea area?” Derek asked Hudson who was steering the ship.

“About 20 minutes.” Hudson complained:

“Damn it, is the range of that communication ritual with outer space so big? We’re at least 10 kilometers away from the cargo ship now, but we can still hear this damned alien space noise.”

The other team members also started to complain. Some tried covering their ears with their hands, but it was useless.

That “shasha” noise didn’t seem to be transmitted through air vibrations.

Blocking one’s ears, or encasing oneself in a fully sealed, soundproof cabin, still allowed them to hear the noise from outer space.

This eerie phenomenon frightened the alchemists who had heard the alien space noise for the first time.

Fortunately, the magic scrolls Noland Lee gave them were useful.

A few of the younger Golden Merchant’s Swords, driven by curiosity, used the recently acquired magic scrolls, immediately banishing the alien space noise from their minds.

However, the duration of the shield was very limited.

During the shield’s duration, they experienced a long-missed sense of peace and tranquility.

A minute later, when the shield’s duration expired, the quiet minds were suddenly assaulted by the alien space noise.

The stark contrast from before made the Golden Merchants’ Swords’ scalp tingle and their eyebrows twitch, making them feel even more disgusted with the incessant alien space noise.

They had to pay the price for their curious actions, reaching into their own pockets to buy a few more scrolls from Noland Lee as backups.

Noland Lee returned to the resting room and prepared several magic scrolls for the Golden Merchants’ Swords.

Just as he pocketed their Union Coins, the “shasha” sound in his ears fluctuated like waves on the sea. The noise became high and low, near and far, as if someone was swinging a sound system near his ears.

“It’s so annoying…”

“I feel like vomiting…my head is so dizzy…”

“My stomach is cramping…it feels like a worm is going to crawl out…”

“I feel like there are little bugs crawling in my head…”

“yue…”

The fluctuating alien space noise combined with the swaying of the ship, caused the sea-experienced investigation team members to feel seasick. The Golden Merchants’ Swords were even worse off.

The cabin was a mess. Some people held onto their chairs, trying to keep calm, some vomited out the window, and others fell to the ground, rolling back and forth like wooden barrels.

Derek encouraged them to activate their alchemy weaponry.

A dozen of alchemy-shaped weapons appeared in the cabin. The Golden Merchant’s Swords transformed into armored bears, and the exploration team members wore sleek, dark blue underwater armor.

With the help of the alchemy weapons, everyone felt better, but they were still affected by the alien space noise.

They sat in their chairs, gripping the armrests tightly like people suffering from diarrhea who were desperately holding it in, not making a sound. Some of them used the magic scrolls in a hurry, looking better for a moment before their faces turned pale again.

Derek, Hudson, Miss Esme Smith, and Noland Lee were the only ones able to remain standing on the scene.

The first three relied on their own strength to resist the noise pollution, while Noland relied on the power of magic.

Noland conducted a test.

He cast “Mental Shield” and “Soul Shield” on himself in turn, comparing the effects of the two.

The effect of “Mental Shield” was quite limited, reducing the noise level by about 50%.

“Soul Shield” was extremely effective against the alien space noise and could completely block the noise out.

Noland applied the “Soul Shield,” and his mind immediately calmed down.

Looking at the messages sent by the System, the so-called alien space noise did indeed affect the mind and soul.

As for why the effect of “Soul Shield” was so much stronger than “Mental Shield,” Noland couldn’t figure it out.

After confirming the excellent effect of “Soul Shield,” Noland tried to remove the shield, allowing himself to experience the power of alien space noise firsthand, to see if it could trigger Passive Deconstruction.

“Shasha, shasha,”

“Beep, ba-bump, beep, ba-bump,”

“Zzz-zzz-zzz,”

“Shasha, shasha.”

Noland struggled to suppress the urge to vomit, feeling a tremor in his heart.

Amid the noise, he recognized a very familiar sound.

“Beep, ba-bump, beep, ba-bump,”

“Zzz-zzz-zzz.”

Wasn’t that the sound of a modem connecting during dialing?!

Why would this be in the alien space noise?

Noland didn’t understand the situation for a moment.

In fact, just after distinguishing the modem sound, more types of noise poured into his mind.

“Beep ba-beep ba,”

“Kaka, kaka,”

“Beep-beep,”

“Zzz-dongdong, zzz-dongdong”

Some of these sounds were familiar to Noland, but he couldn’t remember where he had heard them before; some were very strange and he couldn’t recall ever hearing them.

All sorts of sounds were running wild in his mind, making him feel dizzy, and seeing halos echo continuously in front of his eyes.

Before the stomach cramps reached their peak, Noland cast “Soul Shield” to shut out the alien space noise.