This … In that strange silence, the first thought that flashed through Derrick Berg's mind when he came back to his senses was to save people.
However, the two guards sandwiched between him did not react at all, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.
"Someone is calling for help," Derrick reminded the two Dawn Knights.
Walking on his left, the tall knight in full silver armor replied calmly, "That's right.
"Don't be fooled."
"That's just a normal reaction from some Extraordinaires who are on the verge of losing control."
Really? Perhaps he's just unwilling to give up and lose control and become a monster, so he's screaming for help … Derrick thought sorrowfully.
As his emotions changed, the illusory buzzing in his ears grew louder.
After taking a few more steps in silence, the Dawn Paladin pointed to a door on the left.
"You can stay here for the time being. We will send you food and medicine on time."
As he spoke, he took out a small iron-black bottle.
This bottle was woven from the leftover straws of the City of Silver's staple, Black-Faced Grass. When it came into contact with liquid, it would produce a thin film, thus achieving the effect of being waterproof and sealed.
Derrick took the bottle of potion and gulped it down. He felt a cooling sensation slide through his esophagus and into his stomach.
He quickly calmed down. The shaking scene in front of him returned to normal, and the auditory hallucinations in his ears gradually weakened.
Clang!
With the sound of the iron door closing and locking, Derrick entered the room that belonged to him.
The first thing he saw was a candle flickering with a dim yellow light, and then he made out the low bed, the chair, and the square table.
Other than that, there was nothing else. However, the surrounding walls, including the door, were engraved with complicated and mysterious symbols and labels. They seemed to form a complete seal.
Derrick's emotions were also suppressed by the potion. Without any curiosity, he sat down and lay on the bed.
After an unknown period of time, he suddenly heard a violent knocking sound, but it did not come from outside his room, but from next door.
Derrick sat up and listened carefully. Amidst the crashing sounds, he heard thin, shrill sobs.
His hair stood on end, and he stood up abruptly, assuming an extremely defensive posture.
Right at this moment, the thumping sounds spread to the metal walls that separated the two rooms, forming protrusions that were slowly deflating one after another.
Just as Derrick was about to pray for the Holy Light, his eyes suddenly lit up. The space he was in seemed to have been moved to the outside world, and lightning flashed.
The sound of someone smashing the wall next door disappeared, and the bottom of the round tower became quiet again.
This was not absolute silence. Rather, it was a silence where the sound of light footsteps could travel a long distance and echo for a long time.
Just as he was guessing what had happened to the Beyonder next door, someone knocked on the metal wall on the other side.
Tuk tuk tuk!
It was as if someone had bent a finger and was gently tapping on it.
"Who is it?" Derrick raised his voice and asked with slight fear.
The knocking immediately stopped. After a few seconds, a deep but rather old voice could be vaguely heard.
"So it's a young fellow."
"You are?" Seeing that the other party could communicate rationally, Derrick leaned against the wall and pressed his ear against the cold metal.
The old voice chuckled and said, "That's right.
"The one next to you almost lost control a few times. In the end, I couldn't save her today."
Had he completely lost control? Derrick asked through the metal wall,
"Is he a monster now?"
"No, it's not a monster, it's a corpse. He's already been dealt with by the item that's sealed here." The old voice sighed. "I've been here for forty-two years. Hmm, according to what the guards told me, I've seen too many similar things."
Derrick asked in surprise, "What's the matter?
"You've been here for 42 years?"
Normally speaking, losing control could be divided into three stages. The first stage was the appearance of signs, such as auditory and visual hallucinations. The second stage was when one's body and mind were already somewhat out of control. From time to time, they would display a terrifying or strange state. The third stage was a complete breakdown and degeneration into a terrifying monster.
Going from the second stage to the third stage was rather fast. Perhaps just as one discovered it, one would witness a seemingly ordinary Beyonder turn into a monster from the depths of the darkness.
In other words, after a Beyonder at the second stage was sent to the bottom of the spire, they would either slowly stabilize themselves through medicine, rituals, and other methods before leaving within a year and a half. Otherwise, they would quickly enter a state of losing control and be purged. It was impossible for anyone to be imprisoned here for forty-two years.
As for Beyonders at the first stage, they might only need a few days or more to eliminate the signs and leave after being healed.
The old voice immediately chuckled and said, "That's right.
I didn't expect to stay here for forty-two years either. "
"I don't have any signs of losing control, but they believe that I'm rather dangerous and that I might turn into a monster at any moment."
Derrick frowned slightly and asked curiously, "What happened 42 years ago?"
He asked curiously, "What happened 42 years ago?"
Back then, his parents weren't even born yet.
The old voice fell silent for a moment before saying, "I was once the captain of an exploration team."
The old voice fell silent for a moment before saying, "I was once the captain of an exploration team."
"We discovered a destroyed city half a month away from the City of Silver. Heh, that was calculated based on our speed."
"That city was similar to our City of Silver. There were obvious signs of giants ruling it, and they believed in the Lord that created everything, the omnipotent and omniscient God."
"Unfortunately, they were destroyed. They were destroyed countless years ago."
Derrick wasn't unfamiliar with such matters, so he immediately guessed.
He immediately guessed, "You encountered something strange there, so you were believed to be able to lose control at any moment?"
"More or less." The old voice chuckled. "After we explored the core area, we found that the city was trying to change the faith of the people and created some gods that they imagined could save them. However, it was useless. Even the statues of those gods were destroyed and scattered all over the ground."
At this point, his tone suddenly became solemn.
"But, but, we met someone there."
"This is the first living person our City of Silver has encountered in more than two thousand years that doesn't belong to our city!"
Outside the City of Silver, in the depths of the endless darkness, there really are people alive!
Derrick subconsciously asked,
"You brought him back to the City of Silver?"
The old voice paused for two seconds before saying,
"Don't you feel the vibration?"
"Our City of Silver has worked hard to explore our surroundings to find humans like us. We finally found one 42 years ago!"
This is indeed shocking news. B-but I often see Miss Justice, Mr. The Hanging Man, and the others. I often hear about the Kingdom of Rouen and the seven orthodox gods. Isn't it obvious that there are people outside the City of Silver, as well as cities and countries? Derrick scratched his head and pretended to be shocked, as though he didn't have much experience.
"I-I didn't notice that just now."
"It's indeed unbelievable. Apart from the residents of the City of Silver, there are actually other people!"
"…" The old voice fell silent for a while before saying, "Has the education of the City of Silver become so bad?"
Without waiting for Derrick to speak, he sighed and said, "We invited that person to the City of Silver as a guest.
"We cautiously invited that person to the City of Silver as a guest. After some consideration, he agreed."
"We monitored and escorted him back, but when we were about to reach the City of Silver, he suddenly disappeared …"
"We searched the surroundings, but we couldn't find him. After returning to the City of Silver, my team members went crazy one after another and lost control. All of them! All of them! "
"The six-member council suspected that we had been contaminated by something. They suspected that the person wasn't human at all, but an evil spirit, a monster. Therefore, they locked me up here. Every once in a while, they would come to confirm my condition, but they never told me what the problem was, nor did they let me out."
Derrick heaved a heavy sigh.
"Do you still remember what that person looked like?"
"… He looked very ordinary. He didn't have any special characteristics, and his clothes were similar to ours. Apart from remembering that he was male, I can't remember what he looked like at all … However, the Elders should be able to use Beyonder means to directly see him from my blurry memories," the old voice said in pain after recalling for dozens of seconds.
Derrick casually asked, "Did he say what his name was?
Did he communicate with you about his origins? " Did he talk to you about his background? "
"He told us that his name was …"
He paused and said, "He told us that his name was …"
He paused and said,
"Amon."
…
Sunday morning, the factory district.
Over the past two days, Klein and Mike had "visited" many places in East Borough under Old Kohler's guidance.
As a result, Mike had seen five or six people squeezed into a room, and that wasn't even the worst case scenario.
In the poorest places in East Borough, an ordinary bedroom could even sleep ten people. The precise division of ownership, such as sleeping on the floor, day use, and night use, left the reporter amazed.
Furthermore, poverty didn't discriminate between men and women. In those places, people of different genders inevitably squeezed together, and certain matters that could go to court were common. Be it men or women, they were constantly facing the threat of violence.
"… Dirty, crowded, and smelly. That's the most intuitive impression … I suspect that all of them have serious parasites in their bodies … In the most run-down neighborhood, because the houses were built a long time ago, there's no special connection to the sewers. Feces, urine, vomit, and other things are everywhere. There's only one public bathroom in each house, or one public toilet in each street …"
"They're extremely busy every day, but they can barely fill their stomachs without any savings. As long as they lose their jobs for a few days, they'll fall into an abyss that they can't save … I believe that as long as they're given a little hope, they won't even be afraid of death …" Mike wrote in his investigation manuscript.
In addition, the vagrants who wandered the streets like zombies after being chased away in the middle of the night, the girls who stood numbly by the streets or in the bars, and the drinkers who indulged in alcohol, weren't stingy with violence, and didn't even think about their future. All of these left a deep impression on the reporter.
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