Another puzzle was recorded in the mo of my heart.
By comparing the relatively stable space-ti centered around the blessing with the external space-ti, I analyzed that the progress of the chaotic space-ti order in the Doomsday Era had been greatly accelerated.
A mont later, I heard the sound of soone coming downstairs from afar. It was Tan Xiang.
"It’s a bit scary being alone in the room, so I ca down to take a look..." Tan Xiang said awkwardly, "Where are the others?"
I glanced at him.
Unlike before, after slightly exploring the space-ti order, the noise feedback from my perception here has slightly reduced, so now I can perceive relatively more effective information compared to before. For instance, I can vaguely perceive Tan Xiang’s soul, and the emotions floating on the surface of his soul.
Confusion, helplessness, uneasiness, alertness, envy... Tan Xiang’s emotions seem stable, but are actually turbulent beneath the surface. He is likely still in a state where his worldview has been shattered, feeling as if he is in a dream, hoping to quickly awaken from the nightmare.
On the other hand, he actually understands that this is not a nightmare, but the reality he must face in the future, filling his heart with irremovable pain.
At the sa ti, there are so signs of deterioration on the surface of his soul, more serious than mine just now.
This is mostly because he’s using a false na instead of his true na when communicating with us.
Over ti, he might forget the na that symbolizes his real life and only rember the online nickna "Tan Xiang."
"Tan Xiang, it’s better if you use your real na in the future." I kindly advised.
"Ah?" Tan Xiang was stunned by what I said.
"Zhuang Cheng was right."
The Cartographer also ca down from upstairs, and he said to Tan Xiang: "You may still be wary of your surroundings and unwilling to reveal your true na... But in the future, you will surely regret it."
"Um..." Tan Xiang went off-topic, "By the way... how much food is left in the safe house?"
The Cartographer didn’t press him, casually answering, "Enough for those two kids to have another al at most."
"So little!?" Tan Xiang was startled, "Then why did we eat so much before?"
"After all, it’s a ceremony to welco new companions, can’t be too stingy. Besides, that bit of resource wouldn’t last long anyway. Might as well have a full al first, then go out to gather supplies." The Cartographer said, "Don’t worry, you just stay in the safe house with those two kids, and Zhuang Cheng and I will handle the expedition. Zhuang Cheng, is that okay?"
"No problem."
I responded while observing the Cartographer’s soul and emotions.
I doubt the Cartographer expected I have such an ability; he was unknowingly seen through by .
And what I saw was no small matter.
The emotions of the Cartographer were revealed before my eyes, starkly different from the helpless confusion of Tan Xiang, showing malice towards and Tan Xiang.
For this outco, I actually had so anticipation.
The Cartographer is likely a Blessed Monk, and every Blessed Monk, like the Sin Demon, and akin to the odd fellows of the modern world, possesses the instinct to hunt humans. Whether it’s for recovery from injuries or getting stronger, they’d never escape the boundary of devouring human souls.
The seemingly friendly Cartographer might have devoured other survivors’ souls to gain power in the past, feeling intense pleasure and beautiful illusions from it.
If he didn’t see other humans as prey, then there’d definitely be sothing strange, an anomaly signifying sothing uncanny.
Nevertheless, while such a man holds a cruel devil inside, he unexpectedly shelters two defenseless kids in his safe house, willing to share his survival resources with them, and sets them to guard the important blessing while he’s away, showing glimpses of his kind nature.
Although given an easy guard duty, Tan Xiang didn’t show any sign of joy but asked: "Do we always have to risk going out to gather supplies to get food and water? Forget water for now, can’t food be obtained through cultivation? After the Doomsday descended, there should be a lot of unused farmland, right?"
"Unfortunately, no." The Cartographer sighed, "Not to ntion the strange beings that could attack anyti prevent us from settling in one place, crop seeds can’t take root on the land after the Doomsday descended as though the life force of nature itself is drained by the strange power there."
"Nomadic and hunting are also not feasible. Have you noticed we didn’t encounter even a single small animal along the way? Except for the strange beings covering the mountains and the sporadic human survivors, within the range I’ve seen and heard, there aren’t any other living things in the land we live in, making it truly a wasteland.
"If there are ever so living, it’s the maggots and flies mysteriously growing on corpses, occasionally roaches can be seen. But these are rather peculiar phenona than living beings. They appear and disappear mysteriously, all venomous; eating them will kill people. No matter how hungry one becos, I don’t advise eating maggots."
Without the existence of other living beings besides humans and strange entities, farming and hunting are unachievable? The harsh conditions of the Doomsday Era once again diminished my expectations, transcending to new extres.
This is beyond pushing the remaining humans to death, but rather making people wonder why there’re still survivors roaming in this era.
After hearing this, Tan Xiang trembled all over, sweat of fear seeping from his forehead, then he seed to muster his courage and said: "Doesn’t this an... doesn’t this an that nowadays the only animal humans can hunt is other humans?"
"Your insight spins quite fast where it’s odd, huh?" The Cartographer remarked unexpectedly, "That’s right, just as you thought, so survivors might hunt others when driven insane by hunger, replenishing fresh at from their kin.
"But cannibalism equates to the inhumane conduct akin to Sin Demon’s. In a way, it’s mimicking the Sin Demon. Such madness seemingly attracts a strange effect, inevitably accelerating one’s infection progression of frenzy, rapidly degenerating into a Sin Demon."
Tan Xiang, however, didn’t feel relieved at all, he clenched his teeth and said: "Well... can I ask a question? It might be a bit presumptuous."
"Go ahead." The Cartographer nodded.
"Cartographer sir, you should be a supernatural power user, right?" Tan Xiang said.
"Strictly speaking, I am a Blessed Monk." The Cartographer straightforwardly admitted, "Although not clear about what you define as a supernatural power user, I’m probably similar to the kind you think of. Zhuang Cheng should be a Blessed Monk too, but he seems to have lost many mories."
Tan Xiang appeared to have other questions but couldn’t help asking out of curiosity: "Zhuang Cheng’s ability is to launch fireballs... so Cartographer sir, what is your ability?"
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