Capítulo 1144: Chapter 113: Rescue and Healing
The tent isolated Lu Li from the competition. He didn’t step out of there again.
rchant Anthony brought several biographical novels, allowing Lu Li to pass the ti while replenishing the ‘Crown of Knowledge’ ammunition. Stories are easier to rember, and the finished novels were marked by Lu Li.
There was just no opportunity to test the power of the ‘Crown of Knowledge’ for now.
Will Ken had not appeared since leaving a hint after the second challenge. Perhaps he was in slumber for so reason, or perhaps he had exhausted his accumulated strength from his previous actions.
As ti passed, the number of contestants who passed the third challenge and arrived at the camp gradually increased. Although the three forbidden zones filtered out more than half of the people, and the four camps dispersed them, the large base number of contestants still resulted in hundreds of contestants in each forbidden zone.
Initially, Orey Lorenzo would co to visit Lu Li every so often to confirm that Lu Li was genuinely no longer interested in what lay ahead. Eventually, he tead up with companions from the Noble Council to take on tasks.
Though he wished to stay like Lu Li, his family still had high hopes for him, pushing Orey Lorenzo forward.
He ca for the last ti in the afternoon of the second day, bringing a forr companion of Lu Li: the silver-haired Margaret.
This once aloof teammate of Lu Li was now covered in scars, her silver hair partially burnt along with half of her face, looking as grotesque as a burned egg; her right iris and pupil lted onto the surface of the sclera, solidifying into a cloudy state.
She brought news of the death of Kiluat and the others: sadly, Margaret failed to complete the retrieval of mory in the forest cabin during the second challenge, not even knowing why her companions died.
Unlike the dungeon event—those who died then live now, and those who lived then are dead now.
Yet Margaret was eventually resurrected, but what about them?
Watching Margaret, who had lost her dear friends and was equally miserable, Lu Li pondered: does the competition really protect these contestants, making them immune to death and injury?
The potion provided by Lu Li allowed Margaret to gradually recover from her severe injuries and weakness, but when Lu Li brought out a potion for skin restoration, Margaret chose to refuse it, leaving Lu Li’s tent with a beautifully horrendous appearance.
Perhaps she was going for revenge, or maybe she was commorating her deceased companions.
Lu Li could have instinctively asked Margaret to stay or told her that they were still alive, but he was still in the “not sober” state, as Vice-Chancellor Criss once taphorically described. Facing Margaret’s departure, the indifferent Lu Li did nothing.
“You still don’t want to leave? Alright then.”
Orey Lorenzo also soon left. He seed fine, except that his lancholy was replaced by an exhaustion that seed to seep into his bones.
The tent returned to tranquility… though in the dimness, a certain vitality was being born.
Lu Li eventually changed and began to pay attention to what was happening in the camp.
News from the outside kept arriving: most contestants who stepped out of the fog gate were injured, with an increasing number entering the third challenge, causing the crowded forest cabin to erupt in contesting even more intense than in the first challenge. If it weren’t for the ban on fighting around the camp and the fact that eliminated contestants received no rewards, this place would quickly turn into a purgatory.
The camp was evidently protected by so power, kept from being swallowed by the primal darkness of the surface and the lurking presence in the blackness, advancing in step with the other three camps. So far, the contestants from the Southern Camp had advanced to the middle of the Bloody Farm, just five or six miles from the nest occupying the manor.
On the afternoon of the third day Lu Li arrived at camp, many contestants gathered outside his tent.
They knew of Lu Li’s presence and visited, hoping the Exorcist could provide aid—
The reduction in contestants wasn’t solely due to attacks from contestants of other camps in the wild or the strangeness itself; their real predicant was the lack of dicine.
It’s difficult for contestants to escape from the third challenge unscathed. Having consud nearly all their resources, they couldn’t purchase the dicines sold in the market—which required resources or contributions in exchange.
Without resources, they could only leave the camp to complete tasks to earn contributions, but they needed contributions to recover from their injuries to be fit enough to execute tasks outside—
This vicious cycle gathered outside Lu Li’s tent: contestants from rival camps standing together. Except for the mysterious Believers of the Midnight Church, who never showed themselves, contestants from the nine camps of the Bloodline Family Alliance were all there.
The “ti” that Professor Chris spoke of also seed to start fernting.
“Trade within the camp,” Lu Li summoned rchant Anthony and, after a brief pause, added, “allow credit.”
The young talents from each camp cheered and applauded like commoners. Lu Li watched them follow the rchant to the market, then returned to the now-quiet tent.
However, he found it difficult to focus again on the half-read ‘Eureka’s rit.’ Perhaps it was because of the suppressed, agonizing moans near the tent, or maybe due to the slowing, soft footsteps passing outside the tent, perhaps due to so power imperceptibly changing him, or perhaps the thin film separating him from the world was dissipating once more…
As the painful moans from the neighboring tent gradually weakened, Lu Li left his tent and slipped into the tent brimming with evil energy.
The outline lying in the simple sleeping bag barely kept vigilant, but there was nothing it could do in the face of an intruder: “Who are you…”
“Doctor. Do you know your situation?”
The outline didn’t believe in any bullshit doctor, but the camp’s prohibition on private fighting gave him a glimr of hope: “I still have sanity… but the pollution is spreading…”
Lu Li examined the young man’s wounds… the surface of his legs was pitted with decay, yet the infection hadn’t spread further, as the camp suppressed any spread of contamination—it was rely an illusion caused by continuous severe pain.
“Bear with it, it will hurt a bit.”
Lu Li placed his left hand on the decayed skin, amidst sizzling smoke and intense screams of pain, removing the pollution, then made him drink a bottle of recovery potion.
“Who are you…”
The outline, sweating profusely, asked before falling asleep due to relaxation.
Lu Li didn’t reply, and as he walked out of the tent with its stale air, he went to the market and told rchant Anthony, “Bring Orey Lorenzo back.”
“…unable to contact,” rchant Anthony said after a pause.
Lu Li was silent for a mont before continuing, “What about Margaret?”
“The sa.”
Lu Li’s dark eyes slightly lowered, sweeping over the contestants awaiting trade and entrusting them with the task: bring all the injured contestants to the slate square of the camp.
Lu Li arrived at the camp square, where contestants, either believing or skeptical, gradually gathered, with more bystanders around.
Letting the wounded surround him, Lu Li released the power of the ‘Speaker of the Trees.’
A projection of a jade-like lush sapling appeared behind him, spilling fluorescent light, imrsing the injured around in a slightly intoxicating vitality akin to sunlight.
anwhile, a vigorous silhouette with a ponytail erged from the distant fog gate.
“I didn’t co too late, did I?”
Claire’s cheek wound, cut by the blade, healed visibly as she approached Lu Li.
“Do dead contestants really resurrect?” Lu Li rely questioned in return.
“Why do you ask?”
Claire was slightly stunned, her gaze sweeping over the tranquility and peace around them, contrary to the oppressive surface: “You’ll find out the answer, I can only say…”
“They’re just temporarily asleep.”
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