"I'll give you five years. If you can come up with three million magic crystals in five years, you can take him with you," Lydia said.
For an alchemist with a bright future, three million magic crystals wasn't an unattainable amount. As for the five-year limit, it was only a way for him to move forward. Lydia's offer was a combination of various factors. It wasn't too difficult for Angor.
Angor agreed without hesitation.
"Then I'll wait for you here. I hope you'll keep your word." Lydia flew up into the air and looked at ease.
Angor took out Toby from his pocket. "Wait for me outside. I'll be back soon."
Toby chirped and flew out of the mist. It flapped its wings at Angor, indicating that it didn't want to be left alone.
Angor didn't want Toby to stay outside either. Lady Mirror and Tree Spirit were both here, but Lydia might do something wrong. He considered for a moment and asked, "Professor? Can Toby go in? "
After a long pause, Sunders finally responded, "I don't know. But I don't think it'll be dangerous with you. "
Angor felt a little relieved after hearing that. He waved at Toby and asked the bird to stand on his shoulder. With Toby around, Angor would be able to react much faster than Toby, which would buy him more time to deal with the infected mutants.
Angor and Toby slowly walked into the mist together.
"Aren't you going to follow him?" Lady Mirror asked Tree Spirit as she watched Angor disappear into the mist.
Tree Spirit shook his head. "I don't want to go in there myself, not even if Sunders wants me to."
"Why?" Lady Mirror was confused.
Tree Spirit smiled brightly. "Because I have high hopes for Angor. His potential shouldn't be wasted while he's still a baby. I won't help him, but I won't be able to help him grow without worrying about his future. "
…
The mist was so thick that he couldn't see much. With a strange feeling, he slowly walked into the city of fog that seemed to have been abandoned by time.
It was already dawn in the core world. After the catastrophe, Midnight Sovereign had not been lit up. Therefore, it was foggy and dark. He could only rely on his spirit tentacles to identify the surrounding terrain and step into the city gate in the dark.
In the pitch-black fog, it was inevitable that people would associate it with malicious ghosts, especially in this dark fog filled with parasitic lunatics. Just the thought of lunatics spying on them in the dark was enough to make one's hair stand on end.
That was only what ordinary people thought, which was what Angor was worried about. But when he went deep into the fog, he was surprised to find that what he was worried about did not happen.
He was calm and did not feel any fear. In fact, he even felt a faint sense of joy like a fish in water.
Something was very wrong. Angor knew that something was wrong, but he couldn't stop himself from feeling happy. It was as if the darkness could not stop the wild horse in his mind from running across the mist like a green grassland.
Angor knew that the next step would not be dangerous, but he still walked very, very slowly. Like an old man or a baby who just learned how to talk.
It wasn't that he didn't want to move faster. His mind was struggling.
His mind was telling him that something was wrong. But his instinct was also telling him that the mist was a paradise, a paradise.
His mind stopped him, but his instinct urged him to move forward. How fast could he move in such a situation?
The narrow streets and corridors of Midnight Sovereign were like monsters baring their fangs and brandishing their claws in the fog, ready to devour anyone who approached.
Any person, even if they were superhumans, would have basic vigilance in the face of the black fog. But Angor did not. He looked at the shadows as if he was looking at two cute kittens calling him.
He kept moving forward. To avoid being blocked by the mutants, he chose to take the main road. It was not very spacious, but at least it was wider than the alleyways.
As soon as he stepped onto the main road, he was attracted by a strange melody.
"I'm a happy little laborer, working hard to change the streets. The Queen will arrive soon, and she'll see the streets changed."
Angor did not understand the melody or the language, but he could feel the emotion expressed by the melody. After reading the message, his face immediately fell. "As expected, it's that queen again!"
Two strange figures suddenly showed up in front of him. He stopped and held the golden revolver in his hand. Toby also lowered his chest and prepared to attack.
Angor frowned when he saw the two figures walking out of the mist. These two people were typical Subasians, adult males, short in stature, but with long limbs.
Just as Lydia said, they were wearing colorful clothes. The one on the left wore a red and green checkered jumpsuit with a red hat, while the one on the right wore a purple polka dot hoodie.
Their movements were strange as well. They looked like marionettes, whose limbs were moving in a way that ordinary people could not understand. Under this strange oscillation frequency, their speed was not only slow, but also very fast.
Colorful clothes, crazy eyes, and strange behavior. They met all the conditions of being parasitized. There was no doubt that these two people had definitely mutated.
Angor had already prepared himself when they approached him. He only needed to wait until they were in his attack range and kill them with one strike.
However, when they saw Angor, they stopped in the distance.
The strange song in his mouth also stopped.
They bowed to Angor from afar like a circus clown, then slowly retreated into the mist and disappeared.
During this process, the style of the ballad they were singing had also changed. The underlying emotion was no longer praising the Queen, but praising Shava.
"Home is far away, noble Shava. Inspecting on behalf of the Queen, her eyes are the stars, her gaze is the starlight. Shava, Shava, noble Shava, is blessed to be shined upon by the glory. "
With their flattering songs, the two infected people left Angor's sight.
Angor could no longer lie to himself. First, they sang about the Queen, then they sang about Shava. They all told Angor that these mutated people were his "masterpieces" when he first opened the Nightmare Realm.
Angor ran into several more groups of mutated people on his way. However, when these "clowns" saw him, they all turned crazy and bowed to him as if he was a noble.
However, no matter how much they respected Angor's identity as "Shava", whenever Angor tried to communicate with them, they did not respond at all. When they saw Angor approaching, they would automatically disappear into the mist. Angor wanted to chase after them, but he could not see clearly because of the mist.
"Something's wrong." Angor felt happy when he entered, and the mutated people bowed to him so politely. Everything felt ridiculous.
Sometimes, Angor even felt that these people were not really respectful to him, but to someone called "Shava". But who was Shava? Angor had no idea.
Angor stopped at the center of a residential area in a remote corner of Midnight Sovereign, where there was a fountain statue of a goddess holding a bow.
Before Angor arrived, about a hundred people were celebrating, singing, and dancing in front of the statue as if they were doing some kind of religious ritual. However, as soon as Angor approached, they all praised "Shava" and slowly backed away. When Angor reached the statue, there was no one around. The place was as quiet as a graveyard.
"Come out! Why are you hiding from me? "Angor yelled," In the name of Shava, I command you to come out! "
No one responded.
Angor wanted to vent his anger, but he enjoyed the peace and quiet in Midnight Sovereign too much. It made him feel relaxed. It was a contradictory feeling.
Angor leaned against the statue, feeling a little frustrated.
"What are you doing?"
A hoarse voice, which he had not heard for a long time, suddenly appeared beside his ears.
"Professor, something's wrong," Angor whispered. "… I should be scared, angry, and fighting, but … But I'm not the one who's going to do that. But I can't. This place makes me feel safe. It's like … like my soul is being soothed. "
Sunders remained silent for a long time. "Don't let your emotions affect you. You're only feeling strange because your mind is restraining your instincts. Just relax and treat this place as a playground. You can try it.
"But remember, a playground is someone else's playground. Children can have fun in the playground. But they still have to go home after that. "
His voice suddenly softened. "Relax. Red Lotus described Midnight Sovereign as a ghost town, but that's not the right way to describe it. I haven't contacted anyone for a long time, not because I can't. It's because I know it's not as difficult as you think.
"Angor, do you know why I asked you to come here?"
"Because I'm the one who created this place?" Angor mumbled.
"Of course not. Every reason doesn't necessarily lead to an inevitable result. Every accident doesn't necessarily lead to the real cause. Even if you're the original cause, after half a month, all kinds of unforeseen circumstances won't lead to you. "
Angor did not fully understand.
"I asked you to come here because you're the only one who can wake them up. The infected people are not dead. They're just sleeping. The parasites are acting on their behalf, but they didn't really kill them. Once the host dies, the parasites will have to find another host and merge their minds again.
"If you can wake them up, it won't be a disaster. Instead, the parasites will strengthen the host's body, which will be a good thing for you."
The infected people aren't dead? They're just waiting for me to wake them up? Angor's first thought was not to relieve his mental burden, but to wake up millions of people in Midnight Sovereign one by one. Wouldn't that tire him to death?
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