Chapter 1328: Distant mory
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“This is the remains of Lockmarton?”
Hao Ren sighed as he received the shimring substance from Tunalar.
Only the size of a fist, it felt muzzy like a smoke ball without a solid core. But it had a certain weight too it. Hao Ren could not tell if it had a physical or non-physical body. The main body was dead, but this fragnt was pulsating as if it was still alive.
A layer of spider silk glowing in silver light enveloped the fragnt without touching it. It seed like a fragnt floating inside a loose cocoon.
The spider silk worked to isolate the exchange of energy between the fragnt and the outside world—just in case.
“It’s like the ‘image’ of a shattered mighty soul,” Anthony, the expert in the field of souls, said as he stroked his beard. “Lockmarton’s power was incredible. If we hadn’t harnessed the power of the goddess to suppress him, he would have posed a great threat to the ordinary inspectors.”
“I could feel god-like opposing energy when I attacked him. It is consistent with the information provided by Bomb Maniac. Others probably didn’t feel it clearly, but that was the feeling.”
Tunalar had similar credentials as the dragon queen. As a demigod promoted from a spider demon, Tunalar had an excellent perception, which was an evolution and extension of her natural talent.
“Ahem. Miss Tunalar, my na is Hao Ren, not Bomb Maniac.” Hao Ren looked at the songstress with a poker face, seriously suspecting that she deliberately called him by his nickna. “If what I’ve read from the Tablet of Commandnts is true, Lockmarton does have so divine nature of a true God. But he lacks the vital information and the true control of his divinity, so we can’t call him a true God.”
Tanalar crossed her arms. Her narrow red eyes were filled with excitent. “Oh, is that so? That’s interesting. Once you find out more about him, do send a copy of your findings. I’d like to learn about this.”
“Maybe we can find out now,” Hao Ren said as he fiddled with the spider silk, which shrouded the shimring fragnt. “Do a favor by casting a protection spell.”
“A protection spell? What do you an?” Tunalar was perplexed.
It was Anthony, who had more interaction with Hao Ren and knew what the Bomb Maniac ant. The old mage recalled Hao Ren’s special abilities he had read about in the database. “You want to read Lockmarton’s mory from the fragnt?”
“His body is dead, and this is only a fragnt of his soul, so it’s not dangerous.” Hao Ren smiled and waved the “cocoon” in his hand. “Miss Tunalar, how should I open this thing?”
“Call Tunalar; we’re colleagues after all. Don’t make it sound so formal,” Tunalar said with a smile. A high-power cutting tool was needed to break the spider-silk seal open. But with the wave of her hand, Tunalar made an opening on the “cocoon.”
“I kinda guessed what you wanted to do. Anthony and I will help you. I’m excited to see your legendary mind-reading abilities.”
With his mind focused, Hao Ren reached his hand to touch the fragnt of Lockmarton.
He felt his fingers had touched a cold and spinning air mass, which got denser toward the center. When his finger was about two centiters deep, the resistance reached a point where his finger could go no farther.
A slight vertigo hit and followed by a flood of mories from ancient tis rushing into his mind.
At first, it was a faint light, then sothing was swaying in the light. As the swaying image beca clear, the details were visible. It turned out to be a red ocean and a monotonous sky.
The image of the dull sky and sea surface lasted for a long ti until a figure suddenly appeared.
The figure rose from the red ocean, covered in fog. Perhaps due to the age of the mory or so other more mysterious reason, Hao Ren could not see the face. But Hao Ren knew that it was a “she.”
In Lockmarton’s view, the figure quickly ca up and circled him dozens of tis in an excited manner. Soon after, a voice rang in Hao Ren’s mind—Lockmarton’s heart back then.
“Ahh, it’s moving! It’s moving! I’ve made it!”
The joy spread throughout his spiritual connection, and joy beca the first feeling in Lockmarton’s mory.
The birth of life was worthy of joy.
“You will be with from now on!” The figure that Lockmarton knew as “mother” quickly said, “I’m going to na you. A na is necessary; it is very useful!”
It took the mother a long ti but she still could not co up with a na. She did not even know what a na was.
The na Lockmarton ca only after the glowing fireball whizzed through the sky a few thousand tis.
Slowly, Lockmarton learned about his mother and his birth.
Mother seed to be the only life in the world, excluding himself as he was born later.
She had been living in this place for many years, not knowing where she ca from and where she should go. Mother never talked about herself, did not explain why there was no similar individual like her in this world. She andered around in this vast red ocean aimlessly, doing nothing. Before Mother thought of the idea of “making a little thing as a company”, her greatest hobby was lying on the sea to observe the activity of the sun, and the stars at night. Sun-gazing was boring as things were always the sa. But watching the stars was fun because there were many of them and things were everchanging.
Occasionally, things got more interesting. Burning rocks would fall from the sky and make a splash on the sea surface.
Mother would be excited for a thousand days and nights because of the splash.
But stargazing and waiting for the teorite to fall on the water was not too exciting. Mother finally got tired and bored, and her growing sense of loneliness was depressing.
After a long ti, she finally decided to create sothing that could accompany her—sothing that was similar to her or at least moving and with which she could talk.
She failed many tis. At last, during a random attempt, she made it; she made Lockmarton...
A wriggling and ignorant piece of at.
That was the birth of Lockmarton.
In so beautiful, detached perspective, Hao Ren saw Lockmarton during his childhood.
Hee was a small piece of dark red at, just the size of a human head, Lockmarton had no visible body parts and did not look symtrical. He floated lazily and naively across the water, and sotis snuggled in his mother’s arms, talking clumsily to his mother using rumbles and vibrations.
Mother took Lockmarton to travel the “world.” They chased storms and the sun; they watched stars on the red ocean; dived to the bottom of the sea to search for glowing cracks and even went into the fissures to explore the hot lava. They had found a small piece of land on the surface, which was the only land in the world. Mother had built a house with stones, and the open space around the house was filled with Mother’s collection: stone tablets from the bottom of the sea, crystals, and tallic cores of the rocks falling from the sky.
In Lockmarton’s earliest mory, everything felt warm.
But as ti went by, emotions faded from those distant mories. Hao Ren read Lockmarton’s mind. Except for the initial joy, most of the contents were empty and cold.
It beca a record of a distant mory. Like an emotionless computer that stored its data, the mory was left in the corner of his soul.
Lockmarton gradually grew up.
Mother gradually grew up as well.
Then, the mother slowly discovered her strengths. Bit by bit, she tried them out and mastered them.
She seed to think that her child should also learn these skills, so she injected her divine power into Lockmarton’s body.
Later, the mory looked even colder and paler.
The powers of the goddess were great toys for Lockmarton, and he was deeply fascinated by them.
Lockmarton began to squander these powers. He enjoyed all of them irrespective of whether these powers would bring creation or destruction.
Lockmarton was gradually dissatisfied with his mother’s control and the dull world.
His mother liked to gaze at the stars and had the idea of going to visit them. She had learned how to get into space, even flown around the glowing fireball in the sky. When she ca back, she told Lockmarton that it was a very bright place.
Lockmarton thought it was an opportunity to leave the red planet. So he behaved and hoped that he could explore the stars with his mother.
The mory felt cold. Even a blanket of black fog gradually covered the moving images.
It seed that sothing terrible had happened during that expedition. That would explain the reasons for the complete distortion of Lockmarton and so secrets of the goddess of creation. But the mory was buried in his subconscious.
Hao Ren continued to dive into the mory.
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