I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 583 - 581: Worthy of

Chapter 583: Chapter 581: Worthy of

A little later, Wei Tianyang arrived at Yaha’s room where Baphomet was lying by the window drinking coconut milk.

He walked up, hands on his hips, standing in front of the large black sheep, and said, "Can you talk to her?"

Baphomet shook its fur and transmitted, "Her consciousness is closed off—I can’t find her either."

Wei Tianyang grabbed its horns, leaned in close to the sheep’s face with a smile, and said, "Then aren’t you fucking useless?"

"Wait... I think I’ve captured her subconscious..." Baphomet quickly said.

"Don’t lie to me," Wei Tianyang squinted.

"You know... we can’t lie," Baphomet said.

"That white thing can create a closed space in objective reality. I’ve been inside, but if nobody calls my name, I can’t find that place," Wei Tianyang said.

"That’s... that’s also a type of objective reality, just based on its own. Only residents of a very high tier can have the ability to create such spaces," Baphomet said.

"I cut it in half, and it wasn’t dead yet. It must be of the same kind as those Maitreya ones, just knowing some tricks to scare people," Wei Tianyang said.

"Oh... don’t underestimate them; among the residents are also some Namers, who are not recognized through violence but by their uniqueness; this thing must be one of them," Baphomet said.

"I didn’t see it having a name," Wei Tianyang frowned, arms crossed.

"You’re not a Namer, so of course you can’t see it. It probably also hid its Namer status," Baphomet said.

"Alright, cut the crap and focus on communicating with Yaha," Wei Tianyang said.

Baphomet shook its head, crawled to the edge of the windowsill, stuck its sheep head out, and gazed at the sky with eyes closed, as if in a trance.

Wei Tianyang as well leaned out the window, his head also transforming into that of a sheep, the two fluffy sheep heads with large horns filling the windowsill.

Baphomet glanced at Wei Tianyang and said, "I involuntarily became a sheep, why did you also have to sport a sheep head?"

"Sheep have a broader view, and I’ve also tried fish and dog heads; none were as good as the sheep," Wei Tianyang said, transmitting while also pursing his lips, then bleated, his eerie face breaking into a smile.

"Ah... got it!" Baphomet suddenly said.

Wei Tianyang hastily transformed back and said, "Quick, make her say my name!"

"Wait! This is just her subconscious; she seems to be dreaming..." Baphomet said.

"What is she thinking about?!" Wei Tianyang said.

"It seems like she’s reminiscing about the past; it’s an involuntary brain reaction, we can’t communicate," Baphomet said.

Wei Tianyang frowned and said, "Fuck, then you really are of no use."

"Wait a minute..." Baphomet said.

It entered the objective reality, and Wei Tianyang followed.

"Although we can’t talk, here, we can give a suggestion...," Baphomet said.

"Suggest she calls my name, quick!" Wei Tianyang said.

Baphomet closed his eyes, and his goat head began to sway as if he was receiving and transmitting signals.

After a while, he opened his eyes and said, "I... have suggested, but her consciousness is thoroughly sealed, unlike normal sleep."

Wei Tianyang pinched his chin, reminiscing. When he had searched Lin Yan’s memories, he had learned about the deep-sealing injections Fujiwara Makoto had administered to her, perhaps... Yaha had been injected with the same drugs.

"They are afraid, so they put Yaha into a vegetative state," Wei Tianyang said.

"Then I am helpless," Baphomet said. "After all... human brains are so fragile, easily influenced by all sorts of drugs."

Wei Tianyang turned and walked toward the door, but at that moment, Baphomet bit the hem of his cloth.

"Wait a moment..." Baphomet said.

Wei Tianyang turned back and saw the black goat squatting under a sliver of moonlight by the window sill.

"Speak, you beast, what do you want? Fruit tea or yogurt?" Wei Tianyang said.

"Horned one... if possible, take me with you. Like before, we got along well, didn’t we? You and I, witnessing the end of this Chapter together. Take me with you, Horned One, let me see the day you gain a name," Baphomet pleaded.

"Baphomet." Wei Tianyang turned around and crouched in front of the black goat.

Baphomet pressed its head to the floor, laying its whole body down, eagerly watching the man before it.

"You made a mistake, Baphomet. Without my permission, you consumed those close to me, which is not allowed," Wei Tianyang said.

"I know, I realize that mistake, I have reflected upon it well. I did not realize that the girl was seen as a companion by you; I thought you only regarded Yaha and the others as your own," Baphomet said.

"No, no, no... no... You still haven’t realized where the mistake lies," Wei Tianyang shook his head.

"Then... then... what is it...?" Baphomet said.

"You did something I did not permit you to do; you did not understand your place, Baphomet. You are a loser, defeated by me, you should have been dead long ago, but you are still alive because of my mercy... You think you are my companion, no... you are not even my pet, you are an insect in my room, I indulge you with food and play, occasionally deign to converse with you, yet you delude yourself into thinking you are on equal standing with me. That is your mistake," Wei Tianyang said.

He stood up, his scarlet eyes looking down at the black goat, then said, "You made such an error and are still alive only because you once saved my life. I do not wish to owe, nor do I condone mistakes. If you want to return to my side, you must first prove that you deserve the place at my feet."

"How can I prove it!!? Tell me!! Tell me quickly!!" Baphomet hurriedly said.

"I don’t know. Try to please me. Yaha is your last chance, Baphomet, if Yaha dies out there, you might as well go with her, heh heh," Wei Tianyang laughed.

The black goat’s woolly body trembled, its square pupils moving from side to side within its eye sockets, watching Wei Tianyang leave. It stood up and paced frantically around the room.

Wei Tianyang left the room and came to Helena Mina’s room, where at this moment, her appearance had morphed back into that of a woman in her late twenties, a standard Federation blonde and blue-eyed beauty.

But now, Helena Mina had gradually lost her sense of self, becoming a religious fanatic blindly following Wei Tianyang, kneeling at his feet, kissing his shoe tips when she saw him.

"Disgusting," Zhao Ling said from the doorway, repulsed.

"You move so quietly, I didn’t even hear you," Wei Tianyang turned and looked at Zhao Ling, smiling.

"You just don’t want to hear; I’m wearing high heels," Zhao Ling said.

"Don’t be jealous of a transmitter. She’s... not even human anymore," Wei Tianyang said.

Helena Mina looked up, her face filled with longing, "Tell me my mission, my lord..."

Wei Tianyang said, "Tell the researchers at the blood pool that I’ll come tomorrow."