But before that, he didn't notice anything unusual.

"No, it's not that I didn't notice anything unusual. This spot seems to be the same spot where I've been hurt several times before, but I didn't pay attention to it at the time. Looking at Hope's expression, could it be that the injury here is serious?"

In a place like this where food and clothing are scarce, if you get sick, you can only rely on your immune system.

It is said that those who survive a great disaster will be blessed in the future. After escaping from the base of the Mind Flayer and obtaining the physical plug-in transformed from the Mind Flayer larvae.

Although Carl cannot see the possibility of returning to the surface, he still holds hope for the future.

Moreover, they have now survived the most difficult period. As long as they develop steadily, they can even live an alternative pastoral life in this underground city.

Having overcome so many difficulties, Carl would really be unwilling to accept the fact that he would die here because of an unknown disease.

So, he was a little panicked.

"Can you see the condition of this thing? Maybe it's just something I bumped into before."

Turning around, Carl tried his best to show his back to Hope.

"No, a collision wouldn't leave this kind of injury. It looks more like a scab left after being repeatedly cut, but you shouldn't have suffered this kind of injury recently."

Staring at the lines behind Carl, Hope made his own judgment.

This answer naturally could not make Karl feel at ease, but instead made him start to have wild thoughts.

Allergies, fungal infections, skin diseases, whatever causes Carl could think of, he went through them in his mind.

The more he thought about it, the heavier his mood became.

It’s just like those people in the previous life who used search engines to look up symptoms. It turned out to be just a cold, but the more they looked, the more they felt like they had some serious illness.

Just when Carl was worried and anxious, Hope suddenly slapped the scar hard.

The clear sound echoed in the wooden house, and Hope's powerful voice followed closely:

"Don't let your imagination run wild. Damn it, I shouldn't have mentioned this just now. Today's affairs have basically been dealt with. Do you want to go to bed? If you are scared, I can hold you while you sleep."

As she said that, Hope hugged Carl directly from behind, tilted her body, and let the two of them fall to the floor together.

"Is that how you comfort me?"

To be honest, this method is still very effective.

At least Carl's attention is now focused on the pair of front armors behind him that are close to him.

What injuries, what illnesses, at this moment, Carl's mind has been filled with all kinds of yellow garbage from his previous life.

"Is this how the mercenaries of Greywall City seek comfort, or... do you want to go further?"

By the time she said "further," Hope's arms were already around Carl's neck and gradually tightening.

Carl had no doubt that if he became horny at this moment, Hope would strangle him without hesitation.

"Come on, it was you who took the initiative, why are you threatening me now? If you continue like this, I will resist!"

As he spoke, Karl struggled symbolically.

Hope also loosened his arms, but his body was still pressed against Carl.

"Don't worry. If something really happens to you, you can do whatever you want to me before you die. Just think of it as my repayment for saving your life. Of course, if you don't mind that I'm a tiefling."

Even without using psychic powers, Carl could feel the sincerity in Hope's tone.

"Should I say that she is worthy of being a girl who grew up in Zoram? That's really a straightforward statement."

"Ahem! Although I am touched by what you said, even if nothing happened to me, if we are trapped in this dungeon forever, it is only a matter of time before we develop a physical relationship. Cases like ours... the results are all surprisingly consistent."

At this moment, Carl naturally put himself and Hope into the roles of Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu.

"Hey! You don't really think so? I'm a tiefling."

Hearing Carl's words, Hope pressed closer to him.

"Emm... then what?"

Reviewing the various complicated picture books of XP that he had browsed in his previous life, Carl did not realize why Hope cared so much about this.

Hope did not directly answer Carl's question, but began to talk about her past experiences.

"When I was a child, I often didn't have enough food to eat... At that time, I hadn't yet taken up the profession of a barbarian. Once, I was so hungry that I even thought about selling myself and becoming a slave."

"I didn't care about my self-esteem anymore. I just wanted to have something to eat."

Hearing this, Carl couldn't help but want to look back at Hope.

But his head was firmly fixed by Hope and he couldn't turn it around at all.

"I still remember what the slave owner said: 'No one likes tieflings, and no one will buy tieflings as slaves. The only way for a tiefling to survive in this world is to become stronger.'"

The crimson tail wrapped around Carl's wrist, and began to tighten as Hope mimicked the slaver's words.

"I thought I could make a living by selling my self-respect, but I didn't expect that my self-respect was worthless. I fled from the gate of the slave market like a wild dog with a broken spine."

"I fled into the wilderness outside the city, as if to end my life, but I couldn't even commit suicide, and I was still alive and lingering."

“I was angry at my own incompetence and my cowardice in wanting to beg for mercy. Then, when I was dying, I felt the power of Fury and became a barbarian.”

At this point, Carl finally realized the position of Tieflings in this world.

He only knew that Tieflings were discriminated against in other regions, but he did not have a clear understanding of the exact extent.

Hope's heavy breathing sounded in Carl's ears, and the temperature in the place where they were pressed together began to rise.

Carl had no doubt that if any wild beast suddenly appeared at this time, Hope would rush forward and hack it to death.

Gradually, the strength in Hope's arms relaxed a little.

The breathing of both of them gradually slowed down, and they fell asleep accompanied by the sound of rain that seemed to never stop.

…

"Huh~, I have to find a way to make spare clothes quickly. If something like this happens again, I won't be able to bear it anymore."

Dream world, second level.

Lying on the ground in the dream world, Carl looked up at the sky, interpreting the literal meaning of the phrase "When a man dies, the birds fly toward the sky."

If he didn't have psychic power to control his thoughts now, this dream would have already begun to stage scenes that minors are prohibited from watching. After calming down for a long time, Carl stood up from the ground and habitually summoned the attribute panel.

Carl glanced at the panel briefly and was about to close it, but he always felt that there was something extra somewhere on the attribute panel.

He looked at the list again from the top one by one, but as soon as he saw the column about race, he noticed something different from before.

"【Race】: Human (Exploring Dragon Marks)? Wait! That strange pattern on my back is a dragon pattern?!"

(End of this chapter)