The group of natives carried Wen Wen for twenty minutes and arrived at a camp built from stones.
Once at the camp, they untied Wen Wen and then used another grass rope to fasten Wen Wen’s body to a post, leaving him alone afterward.
Wen Wen did not find this surprising. Although the place felt off, it was, after all, part of the dream world. Aside from the consciousness of those who were unconscious, everything else could be considered NPCs. Their actions had a high degree of autonomy, but they still operated under a certain logic.
Additionally, Wen Wen made an unexpected discovery, which was that he found Delia effortlessly.
Delia, like Wen Wen, was tied to the sa post, looking drastically different from before.
At this mont, Delia was wearing clothes made of leaves and had no shoes. She was filthy, completely unrecognizable as the environntalist girl she was.
For Wen Wen, the entire investigation didn’t take much ti, but for Delia, she had been living here for more than a year.
As soon as she appeared here, she was captured by the natives and forced to live by their rules.
Such a life to Delia was nothing short of a dream.
The rules here were simple—’protect the environnt.’
But unlike normal environntal protection, the requirent here was for ’extre environntalism,’ exactly what Delia advocated in the outside world.
However, in the outside world, Delia only advocated for it, while here, her advocacy was taken to its extre.
Food, clothing, shelter, and transportation are the most basic human needs.
Here, all four aspects were required to reflect environntal protection.
There was no textile industry here, so they could only wear leaves, and even then, only naturally fallen leaves. If it weren’t for the absence of winter, Delia would have frozen to death long ago.
In terms of food, they couldn’t start a fire to cook food since flas pollute the environnt, nor could they consu animals, as it would affect the ecological balance. So for more than a year, Delia had only eaten fruit.
As for shelter, they couldn’t use wood; they had to transport stones to live in, and during the construction process, they couldn’t destroy existing vegetation, making the living conditions extrely harsh.
For transportation, they could basically only walk, taking care not to step on any rare plants or animals while walking.
The most distressing thing was using the toilet—there was no toilet paper, and even using water to wash like in the Yingua District was not allowed, as it would contaminate the water source...
By her side, there was always a fierce woman with a whip. Any breach of the rules would result in a lashing.
Such survival conditions were naturally unbearable for a pampered and spoilt rich young lady, so over the course of about a year, Delia died dozens of tis.
Sotis she died from catching a cold due to poor sleep, sotis from starvation, sotis from infections due to unsanitary conditions, and sotis from being whipped to death...
But every ti she died, she would resurrect here, living the sa life all over again.
If it were just that, it might have been fine. After a long ti, she should have adapted to it and forgotten about the previous modern life.
But strangely, no matter what, she couldn’t adapt to this way of living.
Her body always remained in its initial pampered state, while her spirit grew even tougher than in reality, unable to convince herself to accept this way of life, and her mories of modern life remained vivid.
Even the survival knowledge she learned through her deaths in this environnt would be forgotten at her next resurrection, only rembering how much pain she was in.
An inexplicable force dictated Delia to endure the hardships this environnt inflicted upon her perpetually.
This ti, having eaten only fruits for several days, she was weak all over, both exhausted and hungry, likely to be tortured to death again within a few days.
At the thought of her past self, she felt nauseous, almost to the point of vomiting.
How could she have uttered such nauseating words? She was utterly foolish before; if she ever got out of here, she would oppose anyone who dared talk to her about environntal protection!
Suddenly, she noticed a man beside her, greatly altering her mood.
She had always suffered alone, but now with soone else to share her suffering, it seed a bit less unbearable.
She knew the man in front of her; upon waking up, he would be stripped and dressed in leaf clothing like her, subsisting on fruits, and beaten by the natives.
Maliciously imagining Wen Wen’s predicant, she saw Wen Wen, who was in a coma, suddenly smile at her.
The smile was so terrifying, reminding Delia of two horrifying experiences before coming here. Given her current fragile state, she rolled her eyes and fainted on the spot.
Wen Wen rely intended to greet her and discuss how to escape together. Unexpectedly, just a smile made the young lady faint.
Sighing, he realized that the escape plan would have to be devised on his own.
Wen Wen estimated changes would occur when he woke up, so he refrained from waking his body and instead used his consciousness to observe the behavior patterns of the natives around him.
To him, the natives never posed any trouble—it wasn’t difficult to deal with them.
However, what Wen Wen pondered was how to take Delia out of this dream world and restore so strength within Spiral Mountain.
During his coma, Wen Wen sensed a part of his abilities had co before him, blocked by a barrier that trapped Delia in this dream world.
If he could destroy this dream world, these powers would return to Wen Wen.
However, Wen Wen had no capability at the mont; even if he could kill all the natives, he couldn’t destroy the dream world itself.
Therefore, Wen Wen needed to devise so way to destroy this dream world.
After a while, Wen Wen suddenly opened his eyes and whispered to Delia, "Delia, I’m here to save you. Don’t make big movents, speak softly, answer whatever I ask."
Usually, the natives wouldn’t co too close. As long as Wen Wen didn’t make any big moves, they wouldn’t suspect he had awakened.
Delia took quite a while to grasp the situation, then softly recounted her ordeal to Wen Wen.
If it had been a year ago, discovering Wen Wen was here to save her, she might have done sothing foolish, but now she knew how to act most sensibly.
Upon hearing Delia’s description, Wen Wen gained an understanding of this little dream world.
The mural said that mysterious deities pulled people into Hell.
And this place, advocating ’environntalism,’ was a hell tailored solely for Delia!
Only Delia could feel the greatest suffering here.
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