NOVPUBChapter 115: Chapter 114: Ominous Memories
Chapter 115 -114: Ominous Memories
It took less than ten minutes for Chaoyang to find the living quarters of that vigorous individual.
The cabin was very small, with nothing but a few beds.
Luowei Siya was also lying on one of the beds, but to his surprise, she was chained up. If it hadn’t been for the fact that the bed she was sleeping on was bigger than the others and covered with several layers of blankets, he would have thought that there had been a split within the Brotherhood.
“Is this some kind of measure to prevent sleepwalking?” Chaoyang scanned the room a few times, confirmed there were no anomalies, before focusing his attention on the target, “Are you sure it’s her?”
“The life force signature matches, what’s the problem?”
“This guy is a woman,” he replied. Though she had spoken in the sanctuary, with her face covered, her voice had seemed quite androgynous and he hadn’t thought more about it.
“So what, what does it matter to you whether she’s a man or a woman, even if she’s intersex, the wishing power is the same,”
“…” Chaoyang silently rolled his eyes, sometimes he even felt like he should be the Angel, “Right now, we don’t even know how much wishing power she has.”
“Then you need to lure her well, draw out all the desires from the bottom of her heart. I think you can do it, cheer up!” Ailuodi urged irresponsibly.
Chaoyang sighed, sat down next to her bed, and placed his hand on her forehead.
In an instant, he felt as if he had plunged into a storm, with wild currents surging up from below and blowing him outward!
In this chaos, he could only vaguely see a few memory fragments—
A mine shaft with greenish tree trunks…
Miners wielding weapons breaking out of the security team’s encirclement…
And a familiar woman smiling at her…
Then his consciousness was violently pushed back!
“That was fast?” Ailuodi said in surprise.
“We have trouble, this one’s resistance is very strong, and her own strength isn’t bad either. The Dream Entering Technique can’t easily peek into her memory,” Chaoyang shook his head.
“So you can’t do it?”
Chaoyang was taken aback, unsure whether Ailuodi’s words were unintentional or if there was an implication in them, “Can’t you just be patient? Although it was only for a moment, I saw an acquaintance… This person’s relationship might be closer than we think.”
Indeed, he had only met that woman once, but the memory was still fresh—he had made his first bucket of gold in this world from her.
The Haiwei Clan woman called Haiya Mira.
Ailuodi had also reviewed the memories of the second round of the game, and immediately remembered when Chaoyang reminded her, “Could it be that Haiya’s sister is this person?”
“Apart from her own sister, who else would show such a smile to her? It can’t possibly be just a best friend, right?”
“Your argument is a bit far-fetched, but I can pretend to believe it.”
“Alright then, I’ll look for more evidence…” Chaoyang said helplessly. After all, information was crucial for guiding the Dream Entering Technique. The more vivid the emotional memories, the more they could touch the guided’s heart. If Haiya wasn’t her sister and he implanted memories based on the emotions of a relative, then when she woke up, she would feel incredibly discordant, as if she had a ridiculous dream.
With no more options, he decided to perform the Dream Entering Technique on Luowei Siya as well.
Since both of them were members of the Brotherhood, perhaps they could find some mutually corroborating fragments in their memories.
This time, Chaoyang entered dreams with ease.
Luowei Siya’s subconscious hardly put up any resistance, and he easily arrived at the memory labyrinth, but the memory blocks that made up the labyrinth appeared desolate and broken, entwined everywhere with gnarled vines.
Such a sight seemed hardly fitting for her age.
The first glimpse he caught was still of the depths of a mine—
“Ah! Kill me, please! It hurts so much—!”
The piercing screams echoed continuously, as if the place were not a mine, but a torture ground for condemned prisoners. Chaoyang also felt a chill run up his spine, for the scene he saw was no different from a torture ground: numerous miners were bound to wooden frames, with many supervisor-like figures standing behind them, wielding not whips, but sharp flesh-carving knives.
They deftly cut off small, arm-like growths from the miners’ bodies, as if peeling potato skins. However, those things were clearly not foreign objects, for each amputation brought forth a wail from the miner and a gush of fresh blood from the wound, creating an unsettling sight.
Finally, the supervisors would plunge the knife into the flesh and carve a circle, repeating the process until some miners’ backs resembled meteorite craters, covered in bloody holes.
Just then, a miner suddenly fell silent.
The person behind him held his neck and shook his head, saying, “Useless thing. Dead. Bring another one.”
The scene abruptly started to shake and drew closer to the wooden frame. Chaoyang suddenly realized that it was Luowei Siya’s turn!
He hurriedly jumped to the next memory block—he didn’t want to linger on such images, for they could easily produce an empathetic illusion, leaving an indelible shadow on his own mind.
The following scene was also in the depths of a mine, but had evidently shifted to a different location.
Before him was an immense rock layer, so tall that it seemed endless, suggesting the enormity of the mine, which was definitely not carved by human hands. Under the rock layer, many supports were erected, and a large opening had been excavated. Through this dug-out area, Chaoyang saw numerous verdant ore veins, which wound their way through the rock layer like branches of a millennium-old tree.
“Quick, send the next group up! They’re about to give out!” someone commanded.
A team carrying stretchers hurried towards the base of the rock layer, with each stretcher bearing a bloodied miner. When they were placed under the emerald light of the ore veins, something unbelievable happened! The grotesque wounds began to heal, the carved-out flesh holes visibly expanded and closed, and then sprouted thin flesh buds.
“Time is almost up, pull out quickly!”
The team once again hoisted the stretchers and swiftly retreated along the same path, only relaxing after they had moved two to three hundred meters away from the rock wall.
“Mr. Duaeri, how long will it take for these people to recover?” the leader asked.
A man dressed as a scholar came over for a brief inspection, “At least half a month of rest, then they could work for about three more months.”
“Is there any way to shorten the time? Like… resting for a week?”
“Do you not understand what ‘at least’ means?” the man replied impatiently. “What, is the deadline so pressing?”
“Yes… the boss is pushing hard.”
“Suit yourself,” the man said indifferently. “If they only rest for a week, they’ll relapse very quickly, they might be completely unusable after one more time. Of course, if you’re willing to buy people, rotating them in this manner is no problem—”
Before he had finished speaking, a thunderous explosion suddenly erupted behind them!
The intense blast knocked everyone about, and the patients on the stretchers tumbled to the ground. Chaoyang, from his topsy-turvy point of view, saw dozens of miners wielding fire-guns emerging from the dust, and the woman leading them was the one who shared a room with Luowei Siya.
