The face pulled from the ground by Saul showed a twisted smile, its features already distorted from stretching, yet it didnât care at all.
âWelcome to my manor, little toy. Youâre the most interesting one Iâve encountered in so many years.â
âOh, Iâm a toy? Then what are the others outside?â
âUninteresting toys.â
This middle aged woman sanity had probably dissipated along with her original mutation.
âIf this manorâs mutation was caused by the Storm Eye, then itâs very likely on this original owner.â
âBut now thereâs obviously something abnormal above the manor too, even continuously affecting my emotions.â
Both the phenomenon before him and the chaotic fluctuations overhead could be caused by the Storm Eye.
Saul decided to first probe the woman before him, then consider the chaotic causes above.
His tentacle absorbing the woman began slowly applying force, boring from the womanâs face into her deeper bodily tissues.
Anyone uninformed would think Saul was a terrifying murderer.
The woman showed no resistance either. From her expression, she seemed to enjoy this penetrating sensation.
Soon, Saul discovered Black Tide pollution within the womanâs body.
But within this pollution were many other chaotic elements.
âNegative emotions⊠chaos⊠unclear consciousness⊠the pollution components on this woman are so complex.â
Matter mixed with gray, dark green, and black was absorbed into Saulâs tentacle while corroding each other within the semi-transparent tentacle.
âShe didnât mutate due to Black Tide pollution. Itâs more like she was polluted first, then corroded by Black Tide pollution afterward.â
But the degree of pollution and chaos on the woman didnât seem to match the word âStorm Eyeâ that foretold destruction.
As pollution was gradually extracted by Saul, the womanâs originally crazed eyes gradually calmed.
She no longer looked at Saul with the superior attitude of appreciating her toy. Her eyes also held the confused feeling of awakening from a great dream.
âI⊠you⊠why can you help me recover some sanity?â
The womanâs half-rotted face gradually rose from the black stains, barely emerging with half her body, weakly prostrating on the ground.
âThe pollution on you can still be individually extracted, indicating your mutation isnât completely irreversible. If you listen to me properly, maybe Iâll consider helping you recover your sanity.â
The woman opened her mouth, touching her own cheeks with both hands, as if finding her own existence.
Suddenly she laughed softly.
âSo I havenât completely mutated yet. But this fact was told to me by a stranger wizard.â
Saul frowned and crouched down. âWhat exactly caused your mutation? Is it related to the Borderlandâs Storm Eye? Do you know what a Storm Eye is?â
However, the woman had never heard the term Storm Eye.
From her vacant eyes, confusion was barely visible.
âI donât know what youâre talking about. Back then my research failed, magic power backfired, and I suffered terrible pollution. But when my exterior became a monster, not one of my friends and servants came to save me! They all wanted to leave this manor before I completely lost control!â
âHa! I could still speak and see then, but they ignored that I still retained sanity and actually sealed the entire room.â
The womanâs eyes held undisguised hatred.
If those people appeared before her again, the woman might tear them apart.
âMy body had already melted beyond control, but my soul hadnât completely mutated. I pleaded over and over in the room, hoping they would come back to save me.â
âClearly maybe just a potion, one magic power purification, might have saved me, but they chose to directly seal me, assuming my madness and mutation, unwilling even to spare an eye to properly check my condition!â
âYou donât know what it feels like to be unable to move or speak while your vision is filled with disgusting hallucinations⊠gradually waiting to die in unbearable pain!â
âI donât know how long passed. Just when I couldnât hold on anymore, other people actually entered my manor and sent someone to lift the seal. I thought I finally had a chance for rescue.â
The woman smiled miserably, but it immediately turned into neurotic strange laughter.
âI was too naive. A person identified as polluted, one who had become a pool of flesh, even dried fleshâhow could they believe I was a normal person?â
The woman looked at Saul, her desperate, painful emotions gradually weakening.
âThey completely ignored my words, left this place, even reinforced the seal. My painful, powerless screams actually became their bragging capital!â
The womanâs body was still rising; she could already straighten up.
âUntil one day, I suddenly woke up.â The woman began laughing. âMy power had grown. Everything in the manor was obeying my commands. As if returning to my strongest time.â
âNo, Iâm even stronger than before now!â
She looked at Saul, her eyes bloodshot, pupils so dilated they almost filled the entire whites.
âYou are just my newest toy!â
The womanâs figure moved, seeming about to approach Saul.
Saul suddenly raised one hand. âWhat do you think of me as a toy?â
The woman was stumped by Saulâs question. Her limited intelligence couldnât understand why Saul asked this, but she instinctively answered.
âYouâre an interesting toy.â
Saul withdrew his hand, even retracting the arm that had become an octopus tentacle on the ground back into his sleeve, returning to a human arm.
âI understand.â Saul looked at the woman and actually reached out to touch her pitch-black face. âActually, the space Iâm in now isnât real space either. This is also your toy room, and all of us are just toys controlled by your strings.â
The womanâs expression changed, seeming to want to say something.
However, the basement they were in suddenly shook violently.
But this impact didnât come from the overhead rooms.
It came from outside!
Saul clearly felt an extremely powerful existence entering this space.
The entire world seemed to tremble.
If this was a dream, then this dream was about to shatter due to the intervention of extremely unstable forces!
Third-rank wizards had entered!
Saulâs expression became serious. He knew Peiâerâs side must have made their move!
But he still hadnât confirmed the Storm Eyeâs specific existence here.
Could this place really not be the Storm Eye, but rather the source above his head emanating chaos and malice be the Storm Eye?
If Saul and the others entering this manor was like small stones thrown into a lake surface, causing ripples, then the powerful existence of third-rank was like a brick ruthlessly smashed into a mirror, directly shattering the mirror.
Soon, the entire space trembled again.
The scene before Saul suddenly became distorted and shaky like a bad signal.
For several seconds, Saul seemed to see that where he was wasnât an empty room with sealed windows, but a room full of miscellaneous items.
Underfoot were metal shelves fallen crosswise, before him were tables and chairs twisted and deformed from impact.
Walls and floor bore numerous blood spray marks.
As if a terrible battle had occurred here.
Behind the twisted furniture lay a corpse with only half an upper body remaining.
That half body was also bloody and mangled, as if gnawed by something.
The corpse lying on the ground actually had the same face as the woman just now!
The scene fluctuated again, returning to the empty room with sealed windows.
Saul closed his eyes. In the last moment of that flashback scene, he had seen a huge rat in that chaotic room, its mouth corners stained with abundant fresh blood.
(End of Chapter)
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