booktalesy Chapter 4272 Old Friend
Chapter 4272 Old Friend
Chapter 4272 Old Friend
Echo Library, Chapter of the Heart.
The little devil presiding man sat crouching on a nearby monument, keeping a close eye on the withered man and Angor.
After watching for a while, I got a little bored.
The decaying creature seemed to be hypnotized and had fallen into a deep sleep.
Angell closed his eyes and extended his finger, placing it near the withered man's brow, but did not touch it.
They both remained motionless, like two statues.
This posture lasted for quite a while, making the little devil host yawn repeatedly. If it hadn't promised to stay quiet, it probably wouldn't have been able to sit still.
Just as the little devil host felt his jaw was so "heavy" it was about to fall to the ground, the two statues not far away finally made a new sound.
"Okay, you can open your eyes now."
It was Angell who spoke; he had already withdrawn his finger and taken a few steps back.
As soon as he finished speaking, the withered one opened his eyes.
When the withered one opened his eyes, he was still somewhat dazed, as if he was pondering the situation before him.
As it recalled what happened before its "nap," it suddenly opened its eyes wide and whispered in disbelief, "How could this be... I, I think I can't hear them anymore..."
It was both surprised and somewhat apprehensive.
The surprise stemmed from the anticipation of Angell's "test results," while the fear was instinctive.
—Ever since it absorbed the lingering echoes of its compatriots' souls into its brain, it hears their mournful cries almost constantly whenever it is awake.
These noises have been around for years and have become an integral part of its life.
But now, they've all disappeared.
There was not a single echo in my mind; it was as quiet as if I had returned to the past hundreds of years ago.
The sudden loss, even the slightest noise, filled it with dread.
"Where did they go? Where did they go?" The withered creature raised its head to look at Angor, its eyes bloodshot.
"Don't rush, all the answers will eventually be revealed. Before that, I need to understand your current situation further," Angel said softly.
The decaying one closed his eyes, trying to control and regulate his emotions.
Without the noise, it almost quickly calmed her down.
"Okay, you ask."
Angel: "First, answer me, how have you been since you awoke?"
The withered one lowered its eyes and whispered in recollection: "It was very quiet, a quiet I'd never felt before. But this quiet frightened me; I was afraid they would disappear..."
Angel nodded, about to continue speaking, when suddenly a sound echoed.
"Hey, can I speak now? What are these 'them' you're talking about?" The little devil host flew near the withered one, looking anxious. "I'm so worried! Is there any result yet?"
The decaying creature completely ignored it.
Angor also wanted to act like the Decayer, but considering that he still had a quiz challenge to complete in the Chapter of the Heart, he explained more casually:
"You'll find out the specific results as you listen."
The little devil opened his mouth as if to say something, but seeing the indifferent glance from the withered one, he silently shut his mouth.
However, just as it helplessly lowered its head, the flame on its tail flickered slightly.
It did not notice this scene.
The Decayer, however, was completely focused on Angor and did not notice anything.
Angell did see it, but he didn't know the meaning of the flickering flame, and even thought that the flickering flame might be normal, so he ignored it.
"So, in your current perception, you can no longer sense the existence of 'them'?" Angor continued to look at the withered one.
The withered one nodded, but then shook his head.
"I do not know."
“I can’t hear their voices anymore… They used to echo in my mind, but now, I only feel silence.”
"They seem to have disappeared..."
"But the bloating in my brain hasn't subsided."
Therefore, even the decaying ones do not know whether they still exist in their brains.
It seems to be there, yet it isn't.
Angel nodded knowingly. It was normal for the brain of the decaying one to be bloated, because the Prussians on the Dream Bridge were all conscious beings.
Their lingering remnants in reality reside within the minds of the decaying.
To give an imperfect example, the soul fragment is "matter" and still exists in the brain of the decaying being; but the "consciousness" inside the soul fragment has entered the Dream Crystal Plains.
Therefore, the brain is probably still as bloated as ever.
The solution is simple: just have the Decayer remove those fragments of soul from its brain.
You don't even need to take it; you can just annihilate it.
Since the consciousnesses have already entered the Dream Crystal Plains, it doesn't matter what happens in reality, since it's almost impossible for them to "go offline" again.
But whether the Decayers are willing to deal with these fragments of soul is another matter entirely.
Getting back to the main point, Angor didn't intend to dissuade the Decayers from resolving these lingering issues right now. With little time left for the assessment, they decided to address the root cause first and deal with the rest later.
"Don't worry, it's normal to feel overwhelmed, and there are ways to deal with it. However, it's a long-term problem, so you can put it aside for now."
"The most important thing is still 'them'."
“It’s a good thing you can’t hear ‘them’ now.” Angell said in a nonchalant tone, yet the answer was as heavy as a mountain to the withered: “Because in a sense, they have already left.”
The Decaying One: "?"
The little devil host also looked confused: What does that mean?
Angell: "I'm pressed for time right now, so I'll keep it brief. You can think of their departure as a sign that your root problem has been resolved."
"You need not be alarmed. Their departure does not mean their disappearance, but rather... their revival."
"Resurrection?!" The Decayer and the Little Demon Master exclaimed almost simultaneously, but the Little Demon Master's voice was sharper and higher-pitched, even drowning out the Decayer's astonishment.
Angel glanced at the little devil host, who immediately covered his mouth, adopting a "I'll shut up" surrender posture.
Angell: "Yes, but their revival may take... a different form."
Upon hearing Angor's confirmation once again, the Decayed One froze, as if a pause button had been pressed.
Its eyes began to turn bloodshot again, but this time the "red eyes" were not the anxious and fearful ones from before, but rather filled with a sense of anticipation and nostalgia.
Its lips moved, and after a long while, it asked in a hoarse voice, "Can you explain?"
Angell: "Instead of explaining, I'll let you see them directly."
Meet?!
The withered man froze, his breathing suddenly stopping.
The blood vessels in its eyes suddenly contracted, and the emotions in its eyes were swept away by disbelief, leaving only a dazed look in its pupils.
We're about to meet?
When it heard Angell mention "recovery," it was actually somewhat skeptical because... it was happening too fast.
From Angell saying he could help solve the problem, to the so-called "test," followed by a brief hypnosis session, the whole process took only a dozen minutes.
This amount of time is no different from a snap of the fingers for it.
You can use "in an instant" to express it.
Angell solved a problem that even the Demon God couldn't solve in an instant, and even "revived" the Prussians. Isn't this just a fantasy?
Shouldn't the "resurrection" that normal people expect take at least several decades, or even hundreds of years? And wouldn't it be necessary for it to collect some rare items, set up a sacrificial ceremony, and then proceed to the final "resurrection" process?
How could it be so fast?
The Decayer was now completely bewildered, and even the ability to judge whether Angor's words were true or false had vanished.
Solving countless problems in an instant should logically be "fake," but when it becomes so fake that it loses all sense of discernment.
Not to mention the withered one, even the little devil host next to him was in a daze.
The process... has it all reached the point of recovery?
Did it accidentally press the "skip" button on the plot?
In short, both the withered man and the little devil host were in a daze at this moment, unable to believe or doubt, their minds completely blank.
It wasn't until Angell spoke again that they were awakened from their "emptiness".
"With the temporary access I've acquired, I can temporarily bring them here."
“However, the space of the Chapter of the Heart is too narrow, and I cannot summon them all…” Angor: “How about this, I’ll summon one or two to meet with you first?”
Angell's voice remained calm and even, as if he were stating an objective fact.
His composure somewhat dispelled the doubts in the withered man's heart.
But it still couldn't believe it, and said cautiously, "Yes, but... can you really summon them? Are you sure they are the real ones?"
Such a rapid "revival," and even the ability to summon it directly, made the withered one suspicious. Could it be that something was tampered with? For example, was it that what was summoned was not the real person, but some kind of fabricated illusion?
Angor had subconsciously prepared to summon the person in, but upon hearing the obvious doubt from the Decayer, he stopped the summoning action.
From the perspective of the decaying, it's normal to have doubts; if it were them, they would also feel it was fake.
Angel did not argue, but instead said bluntly, "If I say I'm sure, would you believe me?"
The withered and decayed remain silent.
Angell: "So my answer isn't important; what's important is your perception. Next, I hope you'll use your own eyes and your own heart to feel whether they are truly what they are."
The withered one exhaled deeply and nodded: "I understand, I shouldn't question it... I will witness it with my own eyes."
Angell: "Before that, I have a question for you."
Is there anyone you particularly want to see?
Angel originally planned to summon three people randomly, but after the Decayer questioned him, he realized that it was meaningless for him to confirm many things on his own; what was important was that the Decayer believed him.
The best way to convince it is to let it see familiar people.
It may not know a stranger, but it can certainly judge whether a familiar person is real or fake.
Therefore, he chose to forgo random summoning and instead directly consulted the Decayer.
"You can summon whomever I want to see?" The withered one was even more skeptical.
Angel shrugged: "Hard to say... I just temporarily increased some permissions, but I can't give a definite answer as to whether I can accurately locate the person you want to see. After all, I don't know the person you want to see, so I can only locate them based on some physical characteristics."
This wasn't the first time Angor had mentioned "temporary authority." Although both the withered ones and the little devil were curious about the power behind it, they also knew that these questions were definitely secretive, so they could only keep their curiosity to themselves.
“If I could specify who I want to see, I would like to see…” The withered one paused for a moment, his eyes seemingly filled with some unresolved emotion.
After a long while, a name that had been buried for a long time finally slipped out of its dry throat: "...Elan".
Angell was taken aback: "Elan?"
If you just give him his name, how is he supposed to know who is who?
Angor was about to remind the Decayer, but the Decayer spoke first:
“Elan… was the first acquaintance I met while collecting soul fragments.”
"He has a very distinctive feature: a six-pointed star drawn on his face with pure white lines. It's a tattoo etched into his soul that no one can imitate."
"he is me……"
The withered one stopped abruptly, his gaze turning to Angel.
In the blink of an eye, Angell understood its meaning.
It provides a precise coordinate, but quietly conceals the path to the deepest truth.
This deliberate use of white space is actually a silent test.
Angell gave the withered one a deep look, but did not ask a single question.
He closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into the endless dream bridge, his omnipotent perspective constantly surveying the landscape, searching for the only clue to his location: a six-pointed star with pure white lines.
Although the clues are simple, it must be said that the target they point to is very clear.
With a double scan from both a God's-eye view and an authoritative perspective, Angell quickly locked onto his target.
Angor opened his eyes and, under the watchful eyes of the Decaying One and the Little Demon, gently snapped his fingers. As the snap ended, ripples spread through the space around him.
A blurry outline, composed of faint light, slowly emerged and coalesced from it.
He was a tall, slender man with a darker complexion than the others, resembling a finely polished amethyst.
His short, silver-white hair made him look extremely dashing.
However, what is most eye-catching is the pure white six-pointed star tattoo on his face.
The white lines were not simply painted; they seemed to be sculpted from solidified moonlight, so pure that they were untouched by any impurities.
But what truly brings the pattern to life is the extremely delicate, barely visible pale gold outline along the edge of the pure white lines.
The combination of this pale gold color and pure white lines is his true soul tattoo.
The withered one did not mention this earlier.
The moment this person appeared, both the Little Demon Host and the Decayer showed expressions of shock.
The Little Demon Master was shocked that Angor could bypass the spatial blockade of the Chapter of the Heart and send people directly in.
The ashes were shocked simply because of the person in front of them.
After he appeared, he simply stood quietly in place.
He possessed many characteristics that the previous decayers had not mentioned, but now they were perfectly displayed.