Chapter 880: Chapter 671: Hidden Danger and Moving South_2
A finger gently flicked, and the eyeball resting on the table floated into the air. The thing looked unnervingly lifelike, as if it had been forcibly gouged out from soone’s eye socket, then dried and shriveled over the ages.
The surroundings bore mottled bloodstains. Though it was rely a shrunken eyeball, a glance at it was enough to make one’s heart skip a beat.
This item should qualify as a special cursed item.
If it fell into an ordinary person’s hands, it could drive anyone who stared at it insane.
“Place it near that girl. Before you leave, the energy within the eyeball can serve as a form of intimidation.”
“Don’t underestimate this eyeball—it was dug out from the skull of a dragon!”
“A real dragon,” Hillrenes emphasized.
Roger knew that by “dragonborn,” she referred to beings like herself, at the Fifth Tier, though the exact distribution of their strength remained uncertain.
“I’ll teach you a thod. Working with the intimidation of this eyeball, you can temporarily trap the consciousness embedded in that girl’s body.”
“But let remind you, this transfer was entirely initiated by her, aning the girl nad Amanda is completely passive in this.”
“However, during this process, her consciousness wasn’t crushed but was instead sent to another realm. This is highly abnormal.”
Hillrenes stood up. “I can make a guess. This transfer might be semi-permanent. If it lasts long enough, the transfer could beco irreversible!”
“Irreversible?” Roger’s face showed so confusion. “What’s that woman’s goal? To abandon her own body?”
The conclusion was indeed strange. Based on prior clues, it seed evident that the other party’s power was far greater than Amanda’s. There was no need for her to abandon a maxed-out “main account” just to “start over on a new server.”
Could it be that, even in the Transcendent World, there were cases of accounts being “ruined,” forcing soone to rebuild anew—and hoping to go farther in the future?
If so, what was the nature of the relationship between the body and consciousness during this process?
That was just one possibility. Many scenarios might lead to a similar outco.
“Who knows?”
Hillrenes said, “Perhaps her original body was on the verge of collapse, perhaps she was trapped sowhere, or maybe she simply has a fondness for this girl’s body.”
“That’s why I said—you don’t have much ti.”
Roger felt a chill run through him. Hillrenes’ statent had added many uncertainties to the situation, and he had to act imdiately.
“Looking forward to your news.”
Hillrenes smiled faintly, her figure gradually dissipating and rging with the surrounding mist.
At that mont, the eyeball that had been floating in mid-air suddenly quivered, a beam of light shooting out from it and landing on the wooden table in front of Roger.
Rows of text and patterns slowly materialized—it was the thod Hillrenes had left behind to trap the opposing consciousness.
Roger lacked the appropriate counterasures. Otherwise, he genuinely wanted to communicate with the consciousness occupying Amanda’s body.
All the current information ca from Hillrenes, putting him in an overly passive position.
Roger could only decipher parts of the Array and energy flow left behind by Hillrenes. But with the help of the Hunter’s Cabin, the corresponding details were recorded in the library and then cracked.
Understanding the exact effects eased Roger’s mind.
At least in this regard, Hillrenes hadn’t lied. Otherwise, he’d need to consider alternative plans to save Amanda.
“Maybe the Hunter’s Cabin could be used…”
After so wavering, Roger ultimately dismissed the thought in frustration.
Amanda’s situation had already beco known to the masses. Roger began utilizing the resources he controlled, preparing various materials required for the ritual.
Everything was being ticulously arranged.
Etching the Array, activating the energy—all forces were finally gathered, enveloping Amanda’s body. The girl seed to drift into a dream, her expression peaceful, her breathing even.
Placing her body upright, Roger’s hand brushed against her smooth cheek, then he stood up and left the top-floor room without hesitation.
Uma had originally wanted to accompany him but was ultimately left behind at Kaer Morhen by Roger.
The Elder of Shadows’ body had already rged into the statue within Kaer Morhen. Along with Uma’s intimidation, even Extre Path Realm experts would be suppressed here.
With his rear guard secured, Roger boarded a plane to leave Arnia directly.
In a sense, technology represented another form of Transcendent power.
Roger’s current speed was astonishing, yet it still couldn’t compare to that of an airplane.
South of Arnia lay a humid and temperate continent, ho to the planet’s largest rainforest.
From a certain perspective, it was one of the few remaining lands on Earth untouched by technological intrusion—aside from the oceans.
Technological advancent and relatively secluded cultural heritage harmoniously rged, giving the entire continent a paradoxical blend of modernity and conservativeness, openness and mystery.
“Dear passengers, the plane…”
Retracting his gaze from the window, Roger felt an undercurrent of unease—not because of the turbulence ntioned in the announcent or the possible storm ahead.
No air disaster could threaten Roger’s life. Even if the plane were to explode mid-air, he could ensure his safety.
What worried him was this mission southward. Ti was pressing, and retrieving Hillrenes’ artifact wasn’t the main focus.
He was racing against ti.
Because in another world, Amanda’s circumstances must be dire.
Buzz! Buzz!
In violent turbulence, the entire plane shuddered, and the weather outside rapidly turned ominous.
Inside the cabin, chaos erupted. Flight attendants stood to reassure passengers, but as the turbulence intensified, panic only grew.
After a particularly sharp jolt, Roger tilted his head slightly and felt an icy hand grip his wrist.
“Sorry, sir. I’m just really nervous.”
A black-haired girl with large glasses apologized shyly as she withdrew her hand.
Her skin was beautiful—though not the pale tone common in Arnia, it held a healthy wheat-brown hue that suggested frequent outdoor activity and a particular heritage.
It was vibrant and full of life.
Upon closer inspection, one might notice her skin’s delicacy surpassed that of most Arnian won.
Her facial features weren’t especially refined, but the slight descent of her oversized glasses as she spoke gave her a certain charm.
To be honest, Roger had grown accustod to seeing all manner of beauties in the Transcendent World.
For instance, Hillrenes, who had parted ways with him not long ago, embodied the pinnacle of beauty. Yet her perfection lacked vitality.
This girl, ordinary by comparison, had a spark that was refreshing.
“Sir, I noticed you’ve been staring out the window since boarding. Are you traveling to Dagnira?”
Roger nodded lightly to acknowledge her question.
Hillrenes had specified Tabani as the destination, sothing Roger initially didn’t give much thought to. After all, according to her, locating the place shouldn’t have been difficult.
But once he set out, he realized the problem.
Hillrenes had lived far too long—the place she ntioned wasn’t identifiable through existing records.
It was an awkward situation.
Over ti, countless tribes and cultural shifts had left a legacy of oral traditions across the continent.
The sa place might have multiple nas in different tribes, complicating Roger’s search.
Thus, Roger opted to head to a more developed city as a starting point for his investigation.
With so clues already in hand, as a Transcendent, he had certain advantages in tackling these issues.
The girl’s persistence didn’t deter Roger. It seed she sought to ease her tension amid the turbulence. She smiled, revealing pearly white teeth, and extended her hand.
“Welco to mysterious South Arica. I’m Panambi, a historian!”
“A historian?” Roger’s eyes glead as he turned to look at her.
Wasn’t this exactly the type of person he was searching for?
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