The campfire burns,
Wood, fabric, and feathers are thrown in as fuel, along with the essential old day grease... Luo Di need not be responsible for it.
In the crow's bag, there's an almost inexhaustible supply of old day waste.
A person, a crow, and a pig sit by the campfire.
The pig obviously sits farther away, partly because such a strong campfire can dispel the darkness, slightly suppressing its portion.
The youth and the crow sit opposite each other by the campfire.
The safe covered in wrinkled skin has been tossed aside, entirely empty inside.
The crow uses feathers to cover the key parts of its humanoid body, while most of its body is still exposed for ease of movent.
Her head is no longer a chaotic nest structure, but a complete, slightly rotten crow's head without eyeballs, with a visible seam at the neck.
Due to prolonged conceptual separation, even if reattached now, it would need ti to adjust slowly.
However, the crow's consciousness has mostly recovered, achieving self-awareness in a short ti. Luo Di's decision was correct; "communication" is indeed possible.
Because of the ntal connection between Luo Di and Black-eyed Morton, a universal language of the old universe, abbreviated as Old Language, was learned.
Their communication is basically built on a transactional nature,
Whenever the crow provides a piece of information about itself, it requests a piece of external information from Luo Di.
According to the initial exchange of information,
The crow is nad Nightingale, originating from a dium-sized world called Denova, a world abundant with animal divines, where natives use magic passed down from ancestors to trap beast gods, leveraging divine power to strengthen themselves.
Nightingale was a female infant abandoned in the forest,
She was supposed to be eaten by a giant bear, but unexpectedly received the crow's protection.
The power of the Crow God had been overused locally, leaving little, so Nightingale was raised as a gamble, inheriting the divine status.
Eventually, Nightingale completely eradicated the kingdom imprisoning the Crow God.
With balance disrupted, various nations acted imdiately. However, Nightingale united with other divines and ultimately exterminated all natives, leading to civilization's destruction.
Such actions naturally attracted the attention of the Prison Director, but considering the world's malicious nature, the Director did not directly judge or imprison Nightingale.
Instead, she was sealed in an edge dungeon, her head restricted, observing her true nature.
Who would have known, during her imprisonnt, the Prison Director died...
Nightingale's head remained equipped with restraining devices, as the dungeon collapsed, the primal fear within the Director's corpse swept in, in the form of darkness.
She was subrged in the tide of fear, her imprisoned head remained unchanged.
Accompanied by the complete deconstruction and transformation of the flesh, body and head separated.
Nightingale turned into a wandering entity within the dungeon,
Having no brain, no rationality.
As a female, her body maximally exhibited maternal instincts, transforming the area imprisoning her into a crow nest, attempting offspring reproduction.
She herself carried a satchel falling from her body, collecting food for her progeny everywhere.
The dungeon continued to reset; she repeatedly acted in this manner.
Until the arrival of Luo Di, a special being qualified as Prison Director and skilled in tal torture, she finally regained rationality for the first ti.
Since it was communication, Luo Di held nothing back either.
Detailing the current nature of the dungeon as well as the Corner, humans, monsters, and other situations.
Once basic information was sufficiently exchanged and Luo Di recognized the crow's essence, the most critical question was finally thrown out.
"Ms. Nightingale... I'd like to ask for your help, and I will also help you."
The dark eye sockets of the crow quietly gazed at Luo Di, waiting for him to continue.
Luo Di could only muster a smile and continue:
"Whether it's you or the other prisoners here, essentially you've all been deconstructed by the old days, your souls have rged into the dungeon, becoming part of it.
You can't leave and will continue being 'reset'.
Even if I now release the constraints, returning your head to you. Once I die or leave the dungeon, it will reset completely, and you will return to the state of a wanderer.
And you've seen, Morton originally belonged to the prison's prisoners, his situation isn't much different from yours, he too was individually imprisoned in a special lower area.
Now, he's shed the prisoner identity and can leave here with , towards the outside world.
"As long as Miss Nightingale is willing to assist with dealing with that peculiar green presence, I will do everything I can to restore your freedom."
Luo Di threw all the "chips" in his hand, waiting for the other party's response.
He was very confident, after all, "freedom" is too heavy a chip for dungeon prisoners; no one would choose to let it go.
Morton was seeking this freedom, constantly searching for openings in the darkness, and finally found Luo Di. Although he has now turned into a pighead, he is extrely happy.
He was even very glad he didn't take over Luo Di, otherwise, whether he could have survived in the Corner is uncertain.
At this mont, the dark beak slowly opened, and a magnetic female voice erged from within:
"Restore freedom, then what?
The Prison Director is dead, this universe is beyond salvation, all life will perish, and this place will turn into a playground for the Mad Gods... I achieved my life's goal when I killed the mobs of the original world.
During the ti when my head was detached, I felt as if I were dead—quiet, comfortable, never needing to think about botherso things again."
These words left Luo Di stupefied, montarily unsure of how to respond, entirely beyond his expectations.
Just when he cald down, quickly thinking of the best response,
the pighead who was hiding far away and didn't like the fire suddenly spoke up: "Nonsense! Truly beyond salvation, then why can this little guy grow up alive, and even co here?
And do you know how huge his potential is?
Does anyone in your world, who is not yet god, have such prowess?
To receive the Prison Director's recognition and to face you, the so-called True God... My eyes, Morton Zha Kanayas, can never be mistaken.
He has a great chance to beco the second 'Prison Director.'
Moreover, once he passes through this dungeon, he will head to the [Corner Depths], where the Prison Director's arm is, and a special competitive match will begin.
Don't you want to see the outco of such an interesting event?
Besides, Luo Di is taking a huge risk to save your head, and you haven't even given a thank you, calling others mobs! I'd say you yourself are a mob~
Forget it! Nothing good to say with soone like you who's determined to die!
If you want to die, then die yourself, my eyes have rested enough, Luo Di let's go! The two of us join hands, dealing with a green light is no big deal."
As this intense speech concluded,
the crow's head suddenly twisted around, staring intently at the eyeball, as if sothing were going to erge from the eye sockets and peck it away.
Morton, however, pretended nothing was wrong, hands on hips, the pighead remained motionless.
Slowly, the crow's head turned back around, looking again towards the young man in front, whose soul was still very young, could even be viewed as a human in infancy.
"You... indeed lack divinity, and are very young. Yet you can co to such a place and participate in the deep selection of the Prison Director.
I must say, that adult indeed had grace towards .
However, I don't believe anyone can inherit his identity and status. Moreover, it's just such a coincidence, right in front of .
I can help, and without requiring any repaynt, as a thank you to the Prison Director... But, you must show directly this 'potential' the eyeball speaks of."
The crow stood up, grabbing a cloth bag beside it.
"Of course, if you die... I'll just continue to rest."
Luo Di also stood up, staring straight at the crow while secretly giving a thumbs-up to Morton beside.
...
One day and one night passed like that.
The entrance of the Crow Nest was covered with dense feathers,
faintly revealing flashes of white light inside.
The pighead child that had been transford by Morton was torn to pieces, the eyeball was pierced by a sharp feather and fixed on the wall.
The bonfire had already extinguished.
Yet a white glow was shining there,
Luo Di remained standing, his whole body presenting a "unique" state, an ancient aura seeped out from under his skin.
Even with half his body shattered, and his body full of pecked-open small holes, he still stood, still holding the Slaughter Knife.
In front of him,
Nightingale inclined her body slightly, with nothing on her neck.
The rotten crow's head was severed and fell to the ground, at this mont gazing up at the young man with no Divine Status standing in front of it.
"You... are indeed different."
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