The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb! Chapter 221 - 222: I Heard I’m a Lone Commander

I can’t believe it!

"Persecuting you? I’m definitely persecuting you. I think the persecution was too mild—should’ve ground your bones and scattered your ashes back then!"

The queen’s throne has always been elective, reserved for the capable.

Doing unpopular things and getting ousted is quite normal.

She was really lucky; she had a loyal group of confidants who remained devoted even after her fall and ensured she was properly entombed. Even as a corpse, she enjoyed peaceful tis for several millennia.

"Who is she?" Qinghan suddenly looked at and asked after expressing deep sympathy for Otuna’s plight.

"Her? She didn’t tell you herself?" Otuna feigned surprise and said, "Aren’t you... friends?"

How on earth could you see us as friends? Didn’t you just see the friendship break off? No wonder people online always say the friendship boat capsizes without warning!

Ha, n.

"I indeed consider her a friend, but so of her views and actions are too selfish. I don’t want to hurt her, but there’s nothing wrong with pursuing strength, and I won’t let her harm my sister either."

"I never expected to encounter the brother of this body; perhaps it’s fate. If not for , your sister’s corpse would slowly decay in a dark, icy pool underground. It’s fate that allowed to take over her body and continue existing in this world."

Her words made my teeth ache; I wanted to speak for her and say ’Connected by the internet, cherish this fate.’

Since when did she change like this? Spouting ’fate’ so nonchalantly?

I closed my eyes tightly, unable to grasp why an awakening turned all my old acquaintances into strangers I couldn’t bear to look at.

Qinghan told Otuna that I had been subjected to a punishnt that caused to lose most of my mories, even forgetting who I am.

"Sigh... An Xi isn’t really a great villain; her fatal flaw is her uncontrollability—no biases, no weaknesses, yet she wields military power and could sweep thousands. Nobody can truly win her over."

Otuna reminisced about the old with a sigh.

Indeed, that’s about the old . The current has turned over a new leaf, set to buy property, buy a car, and lead a prosperous life. Forget about sweeping thousands—I now just play Minesweeper.

"Yet, her troops perished in a fierce battle. You needn’t worry; she’s now a commander with no soldiers. Without her forces, she’s just a tiger with its claws and teeth pulled, long-lived but useless."

"Useless? I can outlast you all." I couldn’t help but interject.

"No, once my experint succeeds, my life will be limitless."

"Parasitism after parasitism—you’re nothing but a giant parasite. You might as well rena yourself Corpse Bug." I didn’t want to call her by her na translated into Chinese, as I feel it’s an insult to the ’moon’.

Translating Otuna into Otuna ans Full Moon—I rember now. The ’moon’ in our clan’s symbols translates accurately to ’Blood Moon’.

For a thousand years, clansn have worshipped Blood Moon as a totem, representing a profound sentint tied to our clan’s origin. Legend says our clan erged from the Blood Moon, giving this blood-red moon a ’motherly’ connotation.

That’s why I refuse to call this giant parasite the moon.

"It’s been years. You’ve beco quite chatty." Otuna’s face darkened, her gaze sinisterly fixed on .

"Thanks for the complint." I leaned my shoulder against the wall, curled up, and secretly tried to untie the rope, but Qinghan had bound it too tightly—I couldn’t untie it despite trying for ages.

"She’s apart from indulging in wordplay—there’s nothing else she can do, so why bother engaging with her?" Qinghan walked over and kicked , "Behave yourself—our friendship needn’t end awkwardly."

"Sure, sure, treat like I’m not here." Until the rope is untied, I will tolerate it. He’s right; arguing is pointless—brawling is king. I should reserve my energy for a fight.

After that, they really treated as nonexistent and started discussing how to inherit my bloodline and steal Karmic Fire, finally how to deal with the ’worthless’ .

Otuna suggested nailing in a stone coffin and throwing it into the deep sea, as she couldn’t kill thoroughly, only thinking of prolonged imprisonnt.

Qinghan frowned and glanced at after hearing, saying it’s a pity to toss into the sea.

Otuna, who’d been mixed up outside for years and learned all sorts, imdiately nodded in agreent, saying keeping is fine—keeping pets is trendy now, buying a cat or dog requires pedigree certification, so, from a species perspective, I’m pretty rare, and keeping for fun isn’t bad.

What kind of dangerous comnts unfit for broadcast are these? Moreover, cutting ties so quickly—is that really okay? How did I beco a rare animal? Just ’exist’ a few years borrowing a body, and she’s all lofty!

Qinghan then asked a question I wanted to know too—Otuna was buried earlier, but after her ’death’, I visited Victory Island. How does she know I was imprisoned in Tomb Prison?

Otuna heard this question and smiled bitterly: "I had so loyal subordinates who occasionally visited , bringing news. Alas, they died too later."

A newly crowned king will inevitably eliminate the previous king’s followers—it’s always been chaos within our group.

Just unsure who succeeded the throne later, but I guess it must’ve been Bi Shi’s rival—who else could shake the Lord Priest’s position and imprison her?

Discussing those sses could last days; I utterly refuse to think them over.

As Otuna just said, I’m not close to anyone and have plenty of places earning hatred—I loathe ddling in power struggles, simply seeking a mountain to claim and reign, but then...

"Oliver, hand over that fool, you hear? Stop playing dead!"

Thumping knocks, accompanied by a woman’s furious roar, echoed clearly through thick walls.

What’s Oliver? Who’s the fool? I only know this fierce roar belongs to Bi Shi.

’Big Bamboo’ sprouted in proximity to White Jade City, with her having just left a few minutes.

I foresaw ’Big Bamboo’ coming; in my imagination, she’d prepare thoroughly and make a domineering entrance. Instead, like now, copying my use of Mrs. Xue’s gate-knocking manner to provoke a clearly swelling soone.

"Oliver! Open the door. If you can capture people, you can open the door!"

Otuna’s face slightly changed, looked at coldly laughing: "Lord Priest? Since when did you two get so close?"

"Not close at all; she calls the fool." I answered truthfully.

"Perfect—all coming together to stay too." Otuna said, glancing at Qinghan, "Here’s a chance to show loyalty—go get those outside for ."

"Alright." Qinghan agreed readily, leaping up to the spectral tree’s branches.