Chapter 23 The dog's possessions, no one can take away.
As he entered the temple, the curtains behind him fluttered, preventing the enormous monster from entering for a moment.
?
He turned back in confusion, his arms tense, ready to use his strength to pull the monster in.
Du Yu glanced at the system's pop-up message, "Exceeds the capacity of the primary temple," and twitched his lips.
Fortunately, she had absolute control over the items in the temple area. Even if only a small portion of the monsters had entered the temple, the system had already activated the "Disassemble" button.
Seeing that the curtain was shaking more and more, Du Yu quickly pressed the disassemble button and, to the man's surprise, stuffed his mouth with a piece of black bread.
With food on hand, he quickly forgot about the mysterious disappearance of his prey. He sat down by the fire, staring blankly at the roasting meat on the iron plate while chewing on black bread like sugarcane.
Du Yu opened the newly added "Aberrant Beast Meat (Four-Eyed Mammoth) *535" in his backpack and found the strange man in front of him much more pleasing to the eye.
She called out to 166 in her mind, "How's your analysis going? What's the situation with him?"
Thanks to 166's reminder, Du Yu discovered many wonderful uses of the Divine Kingdom. In addition to the three rules written on the surface, she could also analyze a lot of information from the aura of those who entered.
—According to a certain pigeon's biscuit, after the temple is upgraded to the highest level, she can fully grasp the dynamics of the divine kingdom, just like entering a state of spiritual vision.
However, the temple's level is too low right now, and she still needs 166's help to analyze some information about the entrants.
"Gurgle~"
166 circled in the air a few times before landing precisely on the man's head, taking a few steps before regaining its footing. The man rolled his eyes up for a few seconds, then turned back to stare blankly at the meat grilling on the grill.
It's just like what you see.
166 said in a deep voice, "This man... is an idiot!"
Du Yu: Thank you. After analyzing for so long, you've come to such an obvious conclusion.
Perhaps Du Yu's speechless frustration was about to overflow, 166 paced discontentedly on the man's head and added:
[Not a physiologically stupid person, but a "stupid person" in the supernatural realm!]
"A transcendent realm? Is it a curse?"
Du Yu asked back with great interest, immediately thinking of the curse "living a life of ignominy" in his own state.
It looks somewhat similar, but it's not.
166 flew with a whoosh to Du Yu's shoulder, pointed its wingtip at the man opposite it, and, taking advantage of the fact that the other couldn't hear it, loudly complained in its mind:
He's worse than an idiot now. An idiot is at least less intelligent, but he's completely suppressed, with only instinct remaining.
"No wonder he's so dull," Du Yu thought to himself, rubbing his pigeon-like face with his finger. "Can you tell what's suppressing him?"
[Guh, the temple level is too low to analyze.]
However, there are essentially two possibilities: either someone is controlling him to work for them through some means or corrupted entity; or his superpowers are too strong, and his body cannot replenish the energy, thus reducing the supply beyond his basic organs.
So, does that mean he poses no threat now?
Du Yu recalled the man's every move, found a clean metal skewer, and poked him. "What is your purpose in coming here?"
This test was undeniably blatant, but Du Yu now understands it clearly; if it weren't explained in such a straightforward manner, he probably wouldn't have understood.
"...They came, they came, looking for this."
The man shifted his attention from the grilled meat, looked down at his hand for a long time, and then, as if he had finally remembered something, raised his palm outward and pointed to the pattern on his palm with one finger.
Du Yu followed his gaze, her eyelids twitched, and she glanced at him with some sympathy: "Aren't you going to hit them?"
The force that sent the man seemed to know about men's memories, and branded a trophy-like pattern onto his palm, with the word "find" written next to it.
The man seemed to recall something, his expression becoming much more vivid, his voice tinged with grievance: "I can't beat them, I don't listen to them, and I have no food to eat."
Nine simple words conveyed all her grievances, even stirring her heart of stone. Then, nothing more. She continued to coldly raise her knife, staring at the man before her:
"The thing they asked you to find is in my hands. What are you going to do now?"
The man opened his eyes wide in confusion, seemingly trying to understand Du Yu's words. After a few seconds, he stuffed the last piece of black bread into his mouth, his voice becoming muffled as he chewed, "Eat, eat."
Good grief, eating is the most important thing in the world, right?
Du Yu thought of the man's fighting prowess, and a thought struck him. He adopted a voice meant to coax a child: "The people who sent you here don't even let you eat your fill. You might as well work for me. For every prey you bring back, I'll give you at least four pieces of edible meat."
Upon hearing about eating meat, the man's eyes suddenly lit up, then dimmed again as if remembering something. He pointed to the shackles on his ankles: "I can't run away. My time is up. I will go back."
This thing can restrict movement and bring people back after a certain time? No wonder those people dare to let such a fool go out alone.
Du Yu silently grumbled a few words to himself, then gestured for Tian Yinuo to get him a piece of bread. 166 flew over with a whoosh, poked at the seemingly ordinary chain a few times with its wings, then jumped to the spot where the chain had disappeared and stared at it for a long time, its voice tinged with surprise:
[What a vicious prop.]
"What, did you figure something out?"
Although 166 can be timid at times, it has a wealth of knowledge in the realm of the extraordinary. Currently, there is basically nothing it doesn't know, except for things it doesn't want to talk about.
166 lowered his head and bit the chain. The chain snapped with a "ding," and a flash of light appeared on the shackles. The chain was restored to its original state. The man paused in his act of crushing bread, and his slightly chubby cheeks, which had been puffed up after eating, sank back into their hollows.
Du Yu had already vaguely understood the purpose of this thing, and 166 further explained: "[This thing should be a subsidiary of some kind of corrupted entity, absorbing the host's energy to nourish the main body. After being damaged, it will absorb energy twice as much to repair itself. To get rid of this absorption, you either have to shatter the subsidiary or submit to the main body...]"
Even without 166 continuing, Du Yu knew that neither of these choices would likely end well, judging from the man's emaciated body, which was almost like a skeleton.
Moreover, the Lamp level? Du Yu's heart skipped a beat. The novel world's research on corrupted beings was much deeper than in his previous life. Researchers divided corrupted beings into six levels based on their destructive power, pollution power, and harmfulness: Dusk, Candle, Lamp, and the latter three levels were too dangerous. Just understanding them could lead to corruption. In the original body's memories, there was only a general term for the latter three levels of corrupted beings—Calamity!
In the later three levels, the Fallen Ones are beyond human control; their mere breathing can cause catastrophic damage to humanity that is impossible to resist!
In the face of natural disasters, humanity is but an ant! And under the shadow of natural disasters, the strongest force is the "lamp"!
Du Yu stared at the man before him, growing increasingly interested. What secrets did this man hold that warranted the use of a "Lamp"-level corrupted being to control him?
More importantly, this shows that the force behind him values him highly, and what that force wants to find happens to be partly in her hands.
Du Yu gave the man a kind smile and added a piece of roasted meat to his plate. Since she couldn't teach him how to use utensils in a short time, she specially made several easy-to-digest wooden bowls for him.
What's in her hands, she doesn't want to give away, and no one can take it away from her. Du Yu's gaze fell on the chains. Since that force values him so much, she'll make things difficult for them:
"166, how many points are needed to synthesize it using locks as the unit?"
Although it's a game, it's very flexible in some aspects. A single beast requires three beasts to synthesize, but if you're using beast meat as the unit, one beast can be synthesized multiple times.
This is what the chain looks like now. Although there is only one chain, it is made up of horizontal and vertical interlocking links. By using each interlocking link as a unit, it can be successfully assembled.
Of course, the higher the grade of the materials, the higher the probability of synthesizing a high-grade composite. But if Du Yu's goal is simply to break the chains, then what is synthesized is completely unimportant; as long as it can be synthesized and the chains are broken, that's all that matters.
[Players are really... creative.]
166, under Du Yu's dangerous gaze, quickly changed its adjective and flew onto the man's head with a whoosh:
[Phew, even though it's just a child form, it still retains some characteristics of Lamp-level Fallen Beings, so synthesizing it will require a lot of points... 166, there's a better way.]
Du Yu looked in the direction 166 was pointing and saw something unexpected. He raised an eyebrow in surprise, "You mean, divine fire?"
【That's right, it's a gu~】
166 hovered on the altar, its six wings appearing almost transparent in the purple flames. Its voice remained cold and mechanical, yet it now carried a hint of allure and mystery.
He is now also your believer, and everything he owns naturally belongs to you. Before a true deity, what more can a mere lamp say?
...
In the City of the Sun, at the base of a tall building, the lights are excessively bright, penetrating through the glass-walled cubicles and making it almost impossible for the people inside to close their eyes.
The group hurried through the narrow passage between the glass-enclosed cells, ignoring the curses and cries of the detainees, and made their way to the deepest part of the cell.
The innermost compartment is different from the others; its glass walls are several times thicker, and a large number of testing machines are arranged inside and outside the walls.
The glass wall of the innermost compartment was three or four times thicker, three more powerful lights were added to the ceiling, there were lights in the corners, and even three lights were installed on the floor.
The bright lights shone directly into the middle, where a person lay, his life hanging in the balance.
Chains were tightly wrapped around his neck and torso, several gray-black chains piercing through his limbs and spine, pinning him firmly to the ground. Blood slowly oozed from the wounds, only to be absorbed and disappear by the chains.
The newcomer put on special sunglasses, glanced at the person inside the glass room whose fate was unknown, then moved away uninterestedly and looked at the person next to him who was constantly working with their head down:
"The company is pressing us hard. Have you got any leads?"
"Obviously, a dog's nose can't smell everything."
The man shrugged, fiddled with the equipment for a bit, and brought up a screen: "The rift seems to be quite active lately. A lot of the people we sent out have gone mad or died... Look, even a little dog got caught in there."
"Can you confirm that the clone is dead?" The newcomer glanced warily in the direction of the glass room. "After all, that's..."
"Haha." The researcher laughed without any politeness, pointing to the humanoid figure in the glass room whose fate was unknown:
"Only the death of the clone can free him from the offspring of [Iron Parasite]. I know you're cautious, but no matter what leader of the uprising he was in the past, he is now, ha, just a dying dog."
In a corner unseen by anyone, the man's eyes, hidden beneath his chains, flickered. The dull, lifeless beads seemed to regain a spark, a slight ripple stirring within his stagnant, lifeless consciousness.
Lord of Listening...
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