YM778.TV Chapter 2: 1 My Revival_2
But he was trapped inside the small bottle, unable to move or say a word. He had absolutely no way to search for the Mysterious rare artifact with Spiritual Power.
Karl silently watched the siblings for over ten days, constantly trying but never succeeding in establishing communication with them.
“What’s the logic in this? I can hear without ears and see without eyes, so why can’t I speak without a mouth?”
He fell into deep contemplation; if only he could speak, he could figure out a way to use the power of others to obtain the Mysterious rare artifact.
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At night, the smell of moist earth drifted through the air, and in the pitch-black sky, there was a faint flash of lightning – a downpour was imminent.
The overcast sky was dark and gloomy. T the lightning and thunder performed a terrifying symphony between heaven and earth, like a horror painting, as if even the spirits of nature were roaring in anger at this moment.
“Boom!”
The outside suddenly erupted into a torrential downpour!
Irene knelt inside the house, her head lowered as she murmured incessantly to herself.
“O Sea God and the gods above, I beseech you, please bring back my parents.”
Her prayers failed to elicit any response.
Irene shed tears, there wasn’t much left to trade at home, and she simply couldn’t manage to raise her brother by herself smoothly.
Why?
Why can’t the great gods of this world save us?
Could it be,
that the gods just don’t care for mortals?
All this time, Irene had many aspirations for the future. She wanted to watch her brother grow up, to leave the town and see the world outside, to experience all she had never experienced.
Even after their parents disappeared, she remained strong and took care of her brother by herself, enduring life’s hardships and obstacles to this day, all because of this small hope for the future.
“Why don’t the gods ever protect us…”
At that moment, the girl startled and sensed danger approaching the cabin.
In the dark jungle outside, there were figures moving that didn’t seem to mean well. The peril in the pouring rain nearly suffocated the girl.
Irene was utterly astonished and instinctively muttered to herself,
“Who’s there?”
In the wind and rain, five men dressed in beastly attire and wielding sharp blades, with black patterns on their faces, slowly emerged from the woods.
Their faces expressed an unmasked hunger as they pressed towards the wooden house where Irene and her brother lived.
“Don’t resist in vain!”
The men with black patterns on their beastly attire burst in, brandishing their weapons with malevolence, ordering the astonished Irene not to think about escaping.
“Who are you?”
Irene was horrified, and one of the men in beastly attire with a black facial pattern suddenly grabbed her arm and dragged her outside violently.
She was quickly pulled out of the house by the five men and thrown down onto the damp soil.
Her brother, not even a year old, was also taken out into the stormy weather, his captors looking at the infant as if he were livestock.
The baby in swaddling clothes began to cry loudly.
Irene, trembling in the mud, could only wail, pleading for them to spare her brother.
“Please, let my brother go. Do whatever you want with me, just spare him!”
The pleas of the weak are ignored by all; despair was all that was left for Irene.
The eldest of the five men was clad in high-grade animal hide, his head adorned with a bizarre black moose headdress, as if he was a priest of a primitive tribe.
He calmly drew a large circle around the siblings with the blade, chanting, “We worship You, O Great Demon of Blood,” “We offer You pure sacrifices,” “Please, grant us Your protection.”
The other four men, their faces awash with reverence, knelt one after another around them.
Irene, lying on the ground, incapable of struggling, was filled with fear and despair.
Beyond that, there was a strong sense of unwillingness and rage!
Why?
All along, she had been desperately striving, valiantly relying on her own hands to secure a future for herself and her brother, but unable to garner any hope or response.
Even though she had not yet given up hope, she struggled arduously and even looked forward to a future that may or may not come.
Yet at this moment, her anticipation of a better future was being effortlessly trampled upon by this sudden malice.
All her perseverance during this time seemed utterly ridiculous.
Karl had already noticed the strangers who appeared suddenly and observed them in secret; they clearly were not Nasir citizens from the town.
He narrowed his focus, wondering if these men could be bandits from nearby?
No, they didn’t resemble bandits, but more like… evil cultists.
He had heard various tales of mystery from Irene and the townspeople and knew that extraordinary power was not uncommon in this world.
Having observed silently for over a dozen days, Karl felt a bit of closeness to the siblings he had first encountered in this world and didn’t want to see them die by his side.
But as of now, apart from observing, he was utterly powerless to help.
Irene, laying on the ground covered in mud, murmured to herself.
“Why, why has it come to this… Who will save us?”
“Anyone, please, save us!”
Her eyes were bloodshot, her pupils filled with despair and fury as she glared.
“Take anything from me, just save my family!”
The next moment, an incredibly supernatural event occurred!
As soon as she said, “Take anything from me” from the depths of her heart, Karl suddenly noticed a faint blue glow at the girl’s chest, revealing a cyan blue orb.
It seemed to be her soul.
It was loosening!
He felt as though he could, like a demon from myth, seize the opportunity to snatch away the girl’s soul.
Surrounding the soul, other colors of light emerged: pure white, pink, cyan blue, deep red, and orange, representing life, emotions, memories, senses, intelligence.
For some reason, Karl instinctively knew he could extract the various lights within Irene to use as “weapons.”
But what would happen to the girl if he did this? Would she die on the spot if she lost her life force?
They were already destined to die anyway.
And to initiate a change in his own prison-like circumstances, Karl desired to try anything possible, so he concentrated and attempted to extract a portion of the white light.
The white light was pulled out by an invisible hand of thought, hovering high in the air—it was like a white torch cleaving through all darkness in the night!
The evil cultists paid no attention to the flashing white light in the darkness; they were oblivious and could not see it.
Only Irene looked up blankly at this scene.
Incredulous, she gazed at the white light in the sky, radiant with the beauty of mighty power, reminiscent of the blade that judges the world, inspiring awe and making it impossible to look away.
“What in the world is that?”