In the underground world, there is no sunlight, and only luminous plants and minerals illuminate everything here.
When Zorn was one year old, his family discovered that his legs were disabled, so they abandoned him in the wilderness.
This is not surprising. In this underground world where even survival is extremely difficult, if you may not return until the sun rises tomorrow, then throwing you into reincarnation is the greatest help to you.
However, Zorn, who should have died, was accidentally picked up by a barbarian and taken home. Zorn still doesn't know why the barbarian took him in. In this way, Zorn grew up smoothly under the care of the barbarian.
That period of time could be said to be the happiest time for Zorn. Although the conditions might be very difficult, Zorn always felt that it was nothing. At least he was very happy, and he could listen to the barbarians talk about the outside world when he had nothing to do.
Until one day, Zorn unexpectedly discovered that he had an unparalleled talent in alchemy, and some famous alchemists were not as good as this man with disabled legs.
Zorn made full use of his innate alchemical talent to help the barbarians gain many benefits.
However, when some nobles in the underground world learned of Zorn's talent, they came to visit Zorn and treated him as a guest of honor.
The young and ignorant Zorn did not care about all this. He followed the nobles' arrangements and continued to work for them, helping them accomplish everything they envisioned. However, slowly the nobles revealed their true colors.
They began to exploit Zorn and made him work like an animal.
Zorn also thought about escaping from here, but the barbarian who had been taking care of him was always firmly controlled by the nobles. If Zorn wanted to escape, the barbarian would definitely suffer a devastating disaster.
Zorn could only work for the nobles day after day. After all, if Zorn relaxed a little, the barbarian who was still waiting for him to return home might suffer an unprecedented disaster.
Day after day, Zorn's alchemy skills continued to improve, and his talent was gradually recognized. Of course, the reward for recognition was more work and more difficult to complete indicators. Zorn also tried to contact the barbarians, but there was no news.
One day later, the slave traders entered this underground world and destroyed several large cities with great force, including where Zorn was.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Zorn managed to sneak back home to see how the barbarian was doing.
But when Zorn pushed the wheelchair to the home that was already a little blurry in his memory.
An unforgettable scene appeared before his eyes. There stood a dilapidated house that had been uninhabited for a long time. Zorn was sure that this was not done by the slave hunters because these traces had been there for too long and did not appear just now.
"Uncle! Uncle, where are you? Uncle!"
Because the house was abandoned, Zorn had to abandon his wheelchair and crawl inside step by step. The vague images in his memory kept appearing in Zorn's mind, and the scenes of laughter and playfulness in the past had become blurred.
Soon, Zorn arrived at the room where the barbarian had lived before. It had also been abandoned for a long time and looked like no one had lived there for a long time.
Zorn already roughly knew what had happened, but he was unwilling to accept this reality and kept comforting himself.
But when he saw the yellowed and messy envelope, he knew that he could no longer deceive himself.
Zorn didn't look at the envelope, nor did he dare to take it. In his mind, he kept thinking about the words that the man kept repeating.
"Zorn, I, Patchedde, don't have any special abilities, but don't disbelieve me, I've really been outside. The sky outside is blue, with white clouds above it. I tell you, there's even the sun and the moon in their sky..."
Oh, by the way, Zorn, this is my suicide note. If I die one day, I will press a red handprint on this envelope. You must open it and take a look, okay?"
At this moment, there was a faint blood-red handprint on the withered yellow envelope.
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In Earl Farr's Palace——
In the room, Reborret and Zorn looked at each other.
"You know, it wasn't until now that I realized there's really no difference between the outside world and the underground world, especially for a cripple like me."
Zorn looked at the sky outside the window with a deathly pale face. Patchedde, who had always longed to see the outside world, might never know until his death that the sky outside was actually no different from the sky underground.
The same lack of hope, the same darkness.
"I really want to know something. Have you read the letter?"
Zorn gave a wry smile and said:
"I didn't even have the courage to pick it up at the time, so how could I possibly look at it? But now I can't even if I want to. So much time has passed, who knows what the underground world has become."
Just as Zorn was about to continue complaining, Reborret handed Zorn a withered yellow envelope with a faint bloody handprint on it.
Zorn looked at Reborret in disbelief, then his eyes turned cold.
"Sir, this joke is not funny, so please take back the envelope in your hand."
Reborret didn't reply, but placed the letter on Zorn's lap and said.
"The letter only lasts for thirty minutes. If you believe it, take a look. Of course, if you don't believe it, that's fine with me.
Actually, if you want to leave, I won't stop you, so it's up to you to decide what to do."
After saying this, Reborret left immediately.
Zorn looked at the envelope on his lap, very hesitant. When regret was placed in front of him again, he hesitated again.
After taking a deep breath, Zorn picked up the envelope tremblingly.
"Patchedde, I don't know what you can say."
With trembling hands, he gently grasped the envelope and slowly opened it. Then, Zorn took out the letter and unfolded it.
The content of the letter is very brief:
"Zorn, Number One must survive. Number One must survive. Number One must survive. Number One must survive. Number One must survive. Number One must survive. Number One must survive. Number One must survive. Number One must survive. Number One must survive.
After reading the letter, Zorn could be sure of one thing: the letter was indeed written by Pachidede.
Because he is just a barbarian. How can a barbarian write? Even if a barbarian can write, how can he write correctly? Even if a barbarian wants to write, how much can he write?
But despite this, Patched still hopes that Zorn can live well.
What Zorn didn't know was that he was already crying his eyes out at this moment.
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