Dimensional Hotel
Chapter 285: Irene Pro Max

After cleaning up the dishes, Yu Sheng opened a Door and stepped directly into the Valley with Foxy and Irene, emerging onto the familiar Portal Platform.

This time, all three of Irene’s little bodies had come along.

This arrangement was necessary because the little doll intended to personally handle many key tasks in the ritual—drawing the complex formation, carefully placing the alchemy ingredients, and even shaping parts of her new body. With her current small size, one body alone couldn’t possibly manage it all.

Their goal was clear: to achieve the highest possible quality, eliminating any flaws or weaknesses this new form might have.

“Here again?” Irene glanced around the platform and quickly found the same spot where they’d created her last body. “This place works fine.”

“Give me a moment; I’ll put up a wall first to keep the wind from blowing out the candles,” Yu Sheng muttered as he concentrated, commanding the stone beneath their feet to rise and shift into shape. “If I’d known this earlier, I wouldn’t have torn down the walls last time…”

“Rather than worrying about that, you should hurry up and build that temple you keep talking about. You promised you’d make this place into a proper hub, yet here we are, still standing on a bare platform with just a Door sticking out of it—not even a decent shelter,” Irene complained softly. “Instead of obsessing over those epic building pictures you found online, maybe start with something simple, even if it’s just a matchstick box…”

Cold sweat trickled down Yu Sheng’s forehead. [So that’s why she always had such a strange expression when I looked at those pictures—she already guessed I was planning to copy them…]

But despite his embarrassment, Yu Sheng’s hands didn’t pause. A grinding sound echoed softly, and the platform trembled slightly as rock rose steadily from the ground, shaping itself into temporary walls to shield them from the breeze. A smaller platform rose within, serving as their Alchemic Platform. He nodded toward Foxy, signaling her to place the items.

From Special Affairs Bureau’s bountiful supplies came Ritual Candles, sacred oils, rare incense, Crystal Dust, and special ink…

Each material was the finest available in Borderland—some were so rare they weren’t even sold openly, instead reserved for internal bureau use.

Yu Sheng couldn’t help but marvel at the difference high-quality ingredients made; these were leagues ahead of anything he’d previously purchased from the five-yuan store. Some incense was even stored in gilded boxes enchanted with seals, whereas his old stuff had come in plastic bottles…

Little doll’s eyes grew wide at the luxurious assortment laid out before her. She turned to Yu Sheng in awe, blurting, “Just how much stuff did you swipe from them?!”

“Oh, this isn’t even half of it. Foxy still has plenty stashed in her tails,” Yu Sheng boasted with pride. “Besides, weren’t you there when I grabbed these? Why so shocked now?”

Irene blinked, scratching her head sheepishly. “Huh, now that you mention it…”

Yu Sheng fell silent.

He found himself less concerned about how powerful her new body might become, and more curious whether these premium ingredients might somehow fix Irene’s fuzzy memory…

Meanwhile, the little doll had already begun carefully tracing out the foundation of the Alchemy Formation.

Compared to the basic array she’d taught Yu Sheng earlier, this new pattern was far more intricate. Every line was filled with dazzling runes, each node meticulously crafted to amplify, stabilize, and connect energies. Four concentric rings surrounded the formation’s heart, becoming progressively more complex towards the center, dizzying to behold.

Two of Irene’s bodies knelt intently on the platform, each holding a brush dipped in ceremonial ink. They wore serious expressions as they traced out the lines, while the third Irene stood back, supervising the process carefully from a distance to ensure perfect symmetry and balance.

Yu Sheng couldn’t help but envy her multitasking ability—having several bodies coordinating seamlessly, with a third-person view for perfect oversight. [If only I could do the same while shaping buildings, maybe my structures wouldn’t look like scenic toilets every single time…]

Even as she worked, the supervising Irene had enough spare focus to ask him casually, “So, what material are we using for the skeletal frame this time?”

“I still think rebar would be fine—” Yu Sheng began.

Before little doll could protest, he quickly changed his tune: “But Foxy actually came up with a better suggestion.”

The supervising Irene paused, turning around curiously.

At that exact moment, Foxy gently shook one of her tails. With a heavy metallic crash, she released a huge lump of iron onto the platform.

Little doll’s eyes widened in shock: “…Holy crap?!”

Yu Sheng hurried to explain, “Don’t look at it like that—this might actually be the highest-level material we could possibly find. According to the Special Affairs Bureau, the mystical ratings on this thing are literally off the charts. Its ability to contain and channel spiritual energy surpasses even living humans. The Bureau doesn’t have anything better themselves; think about it—they even have to come to us to get it…”

Irene stood there, dazed by Yu Sheng’s flood of explanations. She was almost convinced—until a troubling thought occurred to her.

“Wait a minute!” she cried out suddenly, eyes wide with alarm. “If this thing can produce Machine Spirits—even a hammer made from it gains life—then what about my bones? Would my skeleton end up with a mind of its own? Would I need to consult my bones every time I move?”

“No need to worry,” Foxy said gently before Yu Sheng could answer. “Spirit Fox Dark Iron isn’t an evil material that would control your mind. It just gains a spirit easily when made into ordinary objects. But if it’s tempered into a skeleton and merged into a living form, it’ll simply resonate with your will. In my homeland, merchants from foreign worlds often bought our Dark Iron to craft implants for bodies, and there were never any problems.”

“…What kind of magical place is your homeland anyway?” Irene muttered under her breath, doubt easing from her face. Yet she still eyed the lump of dark iron dubiously. “But how are you even going to make bones out of that thing? Don’t we need a forge or something?”

Yu Sheng smiled with pride. “Oh, that’s easy. Watch—I’ll just carve a bone-shaped mold into the ground, and Foxy can melt the iron and pour it right in.”

He walked a safe distance away from the Alchemic Platform, raised his hand, and focused. The ground rippled like a living thing, swiftly forming into a perfect mold shaped exactly like a doll’s skeleton, complete with realistic proportions.

Foxy then moved to the mold, waving her hand gracefully while whispering an ancient chant. The lump of Dark Iron rose gently into the air, bathed in shimmering Fox Fire, gradually melting into a glowing liquid.

Yu Sheng proudly explained to Irene, “I learned this technique online from videos of people pouring iron railings on the ground…”

Irene stared blankly.

Her somewhat slow little head couldn’t help but feel something profoundly strange about the scene before her.

On one side, her two other bodies busily etched out intricate alchemical formations, carefully tracing ancient symbols passed down through countless generations of dolls.

On the other, Foxy was skillfully manipulating magical flames from distant realms, chanting obscure fox-spirit spells while melting mystical iron from another world.

And binding these two vastly sophisticated magics together was Yu Sheng… carving a trench in the dirt, based mainly on rural craftsmanship techniques for casting metal railings.

Yet despite the absurdity, it turned out surprisingly well—Yu Sheng’s mold was pretty evenly carved…

Moments later, as the Fox Fire faded, Foxy quickly cooled the molten metal with buckets of water pulled from her tail. With great care, she lifted the still-steaming metal skeleton from the mold and gently placed it in the heart of Irene’s intricate Alchemy Formation.

“For your flesh,” Yu Sheng explained, “we’ll use Valley’s earth and stone again—since it’s the closest thing we have to ‘living clay.’ Unfortunately, we don’t have anything better right now.”

“Well, at least it isn’t lotus root starch this time,” Irene sighed in resignation. “You handle the basic shaping, and I’ll refine the details.”

Precious oils and rare herbs burned in sacred fire, as the clay-like soil and stone surged forth to wrap around the spiritually-charged skeleton. A doll’s form swiftly took shape, guided carefully by Yu Sheng. He took the blade from the “Artificial Saintess” and sliced open his palm, allowing his blood to drip into the writhing, changing earth—completing the crucial step.

Meanwhile, Irene directed the finer details, ensuring perfection and readiness for her spirit.

The mystical metal slowly awakened.

Lifeless earth and stone stirred with vitality.

Pale gray doll flesh soon gained the softness of skin.

Yu Sheng, Foxy, and Irene gathered anxiously around the Alchemic Platform, eyes filled with expectation.

The chest began to rise and fall, mimicking breath.

Hands and feet formed clearly, trembling gently.

It waited, silently, for someone to speak its name…

“Irene—”

Yu Sheng softly called.

And thus, she was given life.

An elegant and luxurious black Brother skirt swiftly draped the newborn doll’s body. Instantly, the stiff features softened into lively beauty, becoming a perfect vessel for Irene’s consciousness. Yet, the very next second, Yu Sheng saw something inexplicable—

Her body began shrinking.

Rapidly, from five-foot-six down to four feet, then swiftly even smaller, ending abruptly at exactly 66.6 centimeters tall.

Both Yu Sheng and Foxy stared in shocked confusion: “…?”

On the Alchemic Platform, Irene Pro Max (66.6 cm) sat up in confusion, staring blankly at her three other bodies.

Two seconds later, she burst into tears.

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