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Chapter 490: Chapter 487: "You are the pride of Mom and Dad.

Su Ming’an had walked through the underground passage for a long time, finally reaching the room where Zhou Lili was lying.

She lay on the ground, her skin peeled back, still looking like death would be a mercy.

Hearing footsteps, she barely turned her head and saw him.

"Where did you see that Oracle?" Su Ming’an asked.

Zhou Lili opened her mouth, indicating she didn’t have the strength to speak.

Su Ming’an crouched down, fed her a Blood Bottle. He had as many of these Blood Bottles as he wanted, all given by other players in the ten thousand player instance, so he didn’t feel pained using them.

After drinking the Blood Bottle, Zhou Lili’s complexion improved slightly.

"Don’t believe that adventurer named Noel," she began, her first words were these, "He... he’s a devil! He is a demon!"

Again, a demon.

Su Ming’an had heard someone call Noel a "demon" for the second time now; the first had been in the Seventh World, where a woman had vocally accused Noel of experimenting on humans.

"Why would he do this to you?" he asked.

"He... He didn’t want to self-immolate and offer a sacrifice with me to Lord Bai Shen, and he flayed my skin, gouged out my eyes..." Mentioning Noel, Zhou Lili’s eyes filled with terror, she seemed like a frightened bird, "He’s too cruel, too horrifying; he treated me like an experiment, I don’t know what he used, but it made my body destroyed and then grow back, he was researching me..."

Su Ming’an remembered now.

In Pulaya, he had also accidentally stumbled upon Noel’s experimental site. At that time, Noel’s room was also a scene of bloodshed. NPC bodies lay everywhere, and Noel’s white gloves were still covered in fresh blood.

Noel had said then, these were all NPCs, he was just making reasonable use of these resources, studying the origins of NPC abilities to better enhance himself, to help today’s players.

But Su Ming’an remembered, Princess Tulip of Pulaya had also said she was only absorbing the souls of players to extend her life, to protect the NPCs of Pulaya.

...It was just a matter of differing perspectives.

"Can you walk?" Su Ming’an asked her, "Take me to where you saw that Oracle."

Zhou Lili had drunk several Blood Bottles, but she was still prostrated on the ground, lacking any strength.

Her gaze fixed on Su Ming’an, as if considering whether to forcefully take him down. Even though her body still lay there, she barely mustered the energy to make a move. She didn’t want to listen to this outsider’s words.

The next moment, a light flared up, and both of their fields of vision became clear.

Su Ming’an lit up his wristwatch, revealing the Raven on his shoulder.

"..." Zhou Lili’s expression changed immediately.

Her demeanor became humble.

"Alright," she said. "I’ll take you there."

...

Zhou Lili still couldn’t walk, after all her organs had been torn out, and the Blood Bottle was merely keeping her alive.

Su Ming’an pulled out a wooden plank, threw her onto it, and dragged the plank along.

After some time, Zhou Lili’s guiding voice stopped.

She slightly raised her hand, pointing to a corner.

"Turn that corner, there are blood-red marks on the wall," she said. "I don’t know if that’s the Oracle you’re looking for ..."

Su Ming’an turned the corner, looked up, but furrowed his brow.

What he saw was indeed a pattern of red.

But it was not the Oracle.

...It was just a whole wall of red text and doodles.

The doodles were crude, resembling a child’s carefree drawings, the text also crooked and twisted.

These... were not the Oracles that could convey key information, nor could they be submitted; they were merely a wall of childish graffiti.

"Is this the Oracle you were looking for?" Zhou Lili asked.

"... No," Su Ming’an’s mood became somewhat heavy.

He knew Noel had made a blunder; in this place, Zhou Lili had only seen red doodles, but Noel, having heard about her ordeal, thought it was an Oracle. After all, Noel had never really seen what an Oracle looks like.

Now, where would he find a new Oracle?

He approached the graffiti wall, out of habit searching for clues, he unconsciously started reading the text on the wall, though he knew it was just a child’s scribblings.

...

[This wall is so big, I like it here.]

...

[The teacher taught me how to write, hehe, she said I’m the most talented kid in the tribe.]

...

[Dad is so silly, why worry about the lava, we should just leave it.]

...

[I came again today, mom is going to sew clothes for me, it will definitely look nice.]

...

[Today I sneaked into the library and read for a while. I discovered something very interesting! I want to try it out, but the elders say it’s impossible. I don’t believe them, I’ll show them it’s possible!]

...

Su Ming’an read quickly, these were just a child’s diary entries, meaningless.

He was about to look away when he suddenly saw a passage that caught his attention.

The passage was intermixed with various ugly doodles, crookedly making its way into his line of sight.

...

[He has beautiful black hair, a pair of beautiful black eyes, hmm, I like black.]

[He has an intelligent mind, not inferior to my cleverness, he also has the wisdom to adapt to changes.]

[He cares about his companions’ feelings, never neglecting others ...]

[He has the courage to face everything independently, he never runs away, just like me.]

[He respects others, has independent thinking skills, has his own judgment, hmm, that’s good. There are too many tragedies here; he must not become an offender.]

[Hmm, it seems, I really like him quite a bit...]

...

Su Ming’an placed his hand on the wall, noting that the script and doodles had already begun to fade.

He tilted his head, continuing to look elsewhere.

The wall was vast, densely packed with text covering the entire surface, even the crevices had some writing. Most of it was not the diary, but the continuously repeated word "He."

[I like him, I will write often.]

"If he comes looking for me to play later, I can share some candy with him, the kind wrapped in plastic, the pretty ones."

"He might read stories, right? I love listening to stories, especially fairy tales. Even though I know they’re just made to fool children, I still love them. I want him to read them to me."

"It would be nice if he knew how to play an instrument, a flute, a drum, or a Möckel zither, anything really, as long as he knows one of them. I love listening to music and singing as well. It would be great to sing along with him."

"I’m really looking forward to meeting him. I’ve already prepared fruits and candies, just waiting for him to come..."

"..."

These are all recorded words; "he" must be a friend of the graffiti artist, though the two have not yet met in person.

There’s nothing special about the content, nor is it noteworthy.

However, what’s creepy is that these sections about "him" are repeated over and over again on this wall, like they’re crazed. The handwriting, as crowded as ants, fills the wall that’s as tall as two people from top to bottom without leaving a single gap, enough to make anyone with a fear of crowded patterns get goosebumps.

Su Ming’an casually looked over and saw at least a dozen repeated sentences; they vary in depth, as if written at different times. The graffiti artist must have come here many times, each time repeating these sentences and embedding every word and phrase into every corner of the wall.

...So creepy.

It seems that the underground of Qiongdi also harbors people with mental illnesses.

"If this isn’t an oracle, then I’m out of options," Zhou Lili’s voice came from behind him.

"Is there anything else special about this underground passage?" Su Ming’an asked.

Zhou Lili shook her head, and it seemed as if this motion touched some wound of hers.

She breathed heavily a few times before pointing him the way out, then she passed out again.

By her looks, she won’t live much longer; the damage Noel did to her is too severe, not even the Blood Bottle can save her.

Initially, her plan on the eighth day of the war was to die by self-immolation; now it seems her time of death has just been moved forward.

Su Ming’an chose to leave. Since he couldn’t find any oracle in the underground passage, he had to go up first.

He walked for a while and found a path that extended upward. He saw a wooden plank blocking the way up, and lifting the plank would allow him to ascend.

He did not rashly lift the plank. Although Zhou Lili said this exit was not within the territory of the First Tribe and was in an area outside the enclosure, presumably not yet sealed by Fengchang and others, he did not trust Zhou Lili; he was afraid she was deceiving him.

He pressed against the plank, listening for any noise from above.

Indeed, there were people above, a man and a woman chatting.

"... Look, this is the dress I sewed for my daughter today, do you like it?" said a middle-aged woman’s voice.

"Ah," the man didn’t respond to her but sighed instead.

"Can you not let it go?" the woman asked.

"The elders must have almost figured out our plans to escape by now; we need to get as far from the First Tribe as possible," the man likely lit a pipe: "Shanshan, do you regret following me?"

"What’s there to regret?" the woman replied, "You are my husband; I can’t just abandon you. The tribe wants to throw our child into the lava; if I don’t follow you, am I supposed to comply with the tribe’s arrangements?"

"This damn succession ritual..." the man was grinding his teeth, "to think there’s such a custom of sacrificing children by throwing them into the lava, such old practices shouldn’t exist. This time we left the First Tribe under the pretext of taking our son to survey the surroundings, but our daughter is still within the tribe..."

"They wouldn’t trouble a little girl, would they? After all, we’ve already left," the woman softly said, "We... can only run first, then find a chance to fetch her later. Where is our son? He hasn’t returned yet, and we need to move away from the First Tribe tonight."

Su Ming’an listened to the voices.

He noticed a ray of light at the gap in the plank; he could quietly peer inside through it.

Through the gap, he saw what seemed to be a commoner’s bungalow; from this angle, he could see the firmly closed wooden door and a table with an oil lamp on it, but he couldn’t see the chatting man and woman; they seemed to be sitting on the other side of the room.

They must be a couple; this here is their residence.

Listening to their conversation, it seemed like their child was to be thrown into the lava during a succession ceremony, so they had fled the First Tribe and were now living in this house.

Su Ming’an didn’t know if they were aware that there was an entrance to an underground passage beneath this room.

However, Zhou Lili hadn’t lied to him, this entrance truly wasn’t within the First Tribe’s territory, and it seemed it wasn’t yet sealed. He could escape from here.

Just as he was about to leave, he heard the sound of a door opening; he saw a dark-haired young boy walking in with a lamp in his hand.

The boy appeared to be about thirteen or fourteen years old. Although he was not yet fully grown, one could already see his sharp and handsome features.

"Son, why are you returning so late? We still have to travel tonight," asked the woman.

"On the way, I helped an old man I found collapsed by the roadside to the nearest clinic," the boy said with a smile.

"Well done, remember, as one of the rulers of the First Tribe, you must shoulder the responsibility of caring for the weak..." The woman stroked his head, her voice carrying an authoritative tone. Their status within the First Tribe seemed quite high, yet they had left the tribe to avoid the lava ceremony.

But upon hearing the boy’s words, the man began to tremble.

"...This isn’t good," he realized something, immediately stood up, and grasped the woman and his son, "We need to leave quickly! That old man must be a trap!"

"What?"

"The elders have suddenly discovered this place, I sensed it... No! They are so fast!" The man was speaking when suddenly there was a loud bang at the door, someone was kicking it.

He rushed forward, placing heavy furniture against the door; the woman, visibly scared, also hurried to push the furniture.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" The sounds of the door being kicked echoed continuously, torches lit up one after another in the night, resembling the eyes of wolves.

"—Hurry back to the tribe! You must not defy the order!"

"—Your daughter is still with the First Tribe, don’t forget that!"

"—Return to the tribe, carry out the ceremony, don’t forget your mission! Lord Sik! Lady Chushan!"

Voice after voice came from outside the door, although using the term ’Lord’ respectfully, it was with a tone filled with reprimand.

"How could this happen..." The man clenched his teeth, his body shining with light, the overburdened furniture reinforced by his glow, becoming sturdy.

But even so, it couldn’t withstand the kicking of the people at the door.

The woman closed her eyes in pain: "It’s too late to escape, they have sealed the door..."

The boy was stunned, not knowing why his act of saving someone had become the reason for the destruction of his family’s happiness.

Meanwhile, beneath the ground, Su Ming’an’s expression was solemn.

He guessed that the tribe’s elders had arrived so quickly because of him. Fengchang and the others... must have some prop that could track him, usable only on the ground. He had just approached the ground when a group of elders had swiftly come, coincidentally meeting the couple needing to evade the elders.

But for some reason, the elders didn’t seem to realize he was right inside this room, their shouts were only directed at the couple and didn’t say "Hand over the outsider inside."

Anyway, he guessed that soon, this exit would be sealed.

...He could only look for another exit.

No longer paying attention to the noise above ground, he immediately got up, took a few steps, but then heard a "click" very close by.

"Son! Escape through this tunnel, it’s okay, we’ve anticipated this day, it’s not your fault!" The man’s voice came from above.

"Dad, Mom, let’s go together!" the boy’s voice carried a sob.

"Don’t delay, the door is about to break. When the fighting starts, we won’t be able to look after you. You go first! Run from below, don’t come looking for us!"

The man rushed towards the door, ready to confront the enemies and buy time, while the woman hugged the boy, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Don’t cry, you’re the pride of your father and mother." she said.

Suddenly, she lifted the wooden board covering the tunnel, pushed the boy down, and without hesitation, closed the board.

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