Capítulo 1107: Chapter 1105: Dead Sea
A mont later…
The release process of the Truth No.2 Atomic Bomb’s power reached its end, the shockwave began to dissipate, and light and heat gradually rged into the surrounding air.
The Vesuvius Dake volcano’s intensity in spewing lava also slightly eased. In addition to the lava, more black smoke was emitted, as if it had exhausted its full force, or as if it were gathering strength for a new wave of powerful eruptions.
At this mont, Richard maintained the “Achilles Armor,” braving the lava and volcanic debris continuously falling from the sky, and returned to Pompeii—or rather, the Pompeii ruins.
On the outskirts of the Pompeii ruins, Richard stepped on the scorching dark red ground and stopped, looking around. Apart from the volcano’s rumble, it was eerily silent all around.
Retracting his gaze, he looked down at his left arm where Cheka had placed the Curse, noticing that the wounds with four small round holes were showing signs of healing, and those strange lines had all disappeared.
Obviously, the Curse had been lifted, which inversely indicated that the person who set the Curse—Cheka—was already dead, perished along with everyone in Pompeii.
However, his return was not rely for this reason—to check Pompeii’s damage and confirm whether the Truth Society’s people were completely wiped out—he wasn’t that petty. The main reason for his return was to collect data.
Yes, collect data.
The reason he created the Atomic Bomb was initially not to destroy Pompeii, or rather, not for combat.
The Atomic Bomb project, fully nad “Atomic Bomb Research and Manufacturing Plan,” involved research before manufacturing, which indicated that the Atomic Bomb’s creation was for research purposes.
Research what?
Research whether there exist differences between the micro-particles of the current world and Earth, and whether they can support his explanation of the current world’s extraordinary abilities system.
This is what is most important.
If he could complete the entire theory, he would have the ability to leverage the entire world, thereby mastering a more terrifying power than the Atomic Bomb.
Unfortunately, due to a series of events involving the Truth Society, he was forced to drop two Atomic Bombs on Pompeii. It’s important to know that he had only manufactured three Atomic Bombs in total, and losing two precious experintal items all at once made completing his planned experints extrely challenging.
To resolve this issue, he had no choice but to return to Pompeii, collect data post-explosion, and make use of waste.
Thankfully, although the two Atomic Bombs in Pompeii were not detonated according to his original plan, so data couldn’t possibly be lost. As long as he intended to collect, he could still gather it, though not as perfectly as in his plan.
But at this point, there’s no accounting for so much.
Richard flipped his hand, retrieving a heap of bizarrely shaped instrunts from the Space Iron Ring, among which were several crystal balls of varying sizes. They were activated and arranged in appropriate positions around him, beginning to collect data.
Soon, the needles on multiple instrunts started swinging, and the crystal balls emitted colorful lights, all showing strong reactions.
Richard quickly scanned his eyes over them and recorded the instrunt values, then packed up the instrunts and moved closer to the fissure near the volcano, repeating asurents and data collection.
The sa operation was repeated constantly.
Considering the volcano might fully erupt again, Richard’s efficiency was very high, gathering enough information in no ti.
At the last asurent, having recorded the data, Richard nodded with satisfaction, glanced at the crack of the volcano spewing black smoke frantically, packed up all instrunts, and turned to leave.
Just as he turned, his whole body suddenly tensed, muscles taut, body sowhat rigid.
Even though he was on top of a volcano, with temperatures around him frighteningly high, at that mont Richard felt an elusive chill creeping from his foot and spreading throughout his body.
His eyes slightly contracted, and he set his gaze a few dozen ters away.
In that spot, on a semi-lted stone more than a person tall, a figure appeared, looking like it had been standing for a long ti—when exactly the figure appeared and how, he had no idea.
This alone was terrifying enough, implying the newcor’s strength far exceeded his own.
Richard slightly tightened his grip.
The newcor seed to be in his forties or fifties, wearing a heavy white robe, in a style different from both the Southern Free Federation and the Soma Alliance. The hem was relatively loose and wide, while the upper part was fitted and tight. He wore a wide square headscarf, part of which draped down, obscuring most of his face—according to his knowledge, this seed to be typical attire in so areas of the Sika Kingdom.
Richard imdiately grew more alert.
The person was from the Sika Kingdom—the forr first kingdom on the continent, now second only to the Suo n Alliance!
And the Truth Society’s headquarters was supposedly in the Sika Kingdom.
Indeed, the Truth Society’s headquarters is in the Sika Kingdom, though not explicitly recorded in the branch materials, by cross-referencing other information, he could infer it.
So, was the person from the Truth Society headquarters?
Then the person was…
Richard squinted toward the newcor, feeling a slight pressure on his breathing, raised an eyebrow, and saw the newcor slowly lift a hand, the palm erging from the long sleeve, revealing slender yet rough fingers. On the index finger, there was a Ring.
The Ring appeared quite ordinary in design but was set with an exquisite diamond, its surface reflecting light of seven colors—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet.
A seven-colored diamond ring.
The Colorful Rings!
A highest-ranking mber of the Truth Society, one that even Long i’er couldn’t contend with, one of the organization’s overseers—Supervisor!
“Hoo—ha—”
Richard exhaled heavily, feeling an overwhelmingly oppressive sensation, suffocating enough to choke.
At this mont, the newcor looked over, revealing a pair of yellow eyes under the headscarf, first scanning the surroundings, then locking his gaze on him. An hoarse voice emanated, sounding a bit like the wailing of a dying man, yet not rude, introducing himself: “Hello, stranger, I am called the Dead Sea.
Because I have so connections with so people here, sensing an abnormality, and coincidentally being nearby, I ca to look. Judging by your appearance, it seems you arrived before and understand this place better. So… could you please tell what exactly happened here before? What happened to make it this disastrous?”
“This—”
Richard watched the man who called himself the Dead Sea, sowhat hesitant.
The man asked, so how should he respond?
Honestly, tell the man: nothing much, just that your organization had a spy—, and to stop from leaving, I used an Atomic Bomb to blow up the place, killing everyone in the process?
If he said it like that, he would bet a high-level Crystal Coin that the man would absolutely go for his life.
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