High Above Chapter 590

Chapter 590 Our Dead Lord (33)

The voices of many, many people sounded.

—Is that you?

—The demons who killed the Gnostic Academy...the hero who avenged us...is that you?

"It's not to avenge you..."

In the dream, Ian quickly realized that he was not simply dreaming, but in the special environment of the subspace, he resonated with the resentful souls that constituted the cornerstone of this subspace.

The reason for the resonance is very simple—he killed the researchers of the Institute of the Intellect, that is, the beasts that mutilated many experimental subjects to death, allowing them to avenge their vengeance, or freeing the phantoms of those controlled dead souls.

But to be honest, he didn't want to take credit for this, so Ian frowned slightly, and explained to the voice seriously: "I have a bit of a... um, personal enmity with Lingzhiyuan and Feiyandi? Anyway, it seems that they are unhappy, sure It is to be killed."

"It's not for your revenge, this has to be made clear."

—We know, we know, you never act for profit, just for the surging desire in your heart.

—But anyway, for whatever purpose, we're all dead, we're all sworn.

—You are our Savior…

—Our dead king...

The resonance is expanded.

It is also strange to say that the virtual world is essentially a place where the soul can only enter when it is deeper than sleep, dreams or even instincts, and the subspace is the area formed by the interlacing and distortion of the virtual world and reality.

Dreaming in this place is almost a dream within a dream...but it feels more real than reality.

At this moment, Ian smelled a very weird smell. It smelled like powder, blood, and mixed with alcohol and other pungent smells.

Then, he heard a woman's whispered self-report.

【When I was young, my father and mother loved me very much and would often lift me up on their shoulders. My father's shoulders are very broad and strong, and my mother is holding his father's other hand, and we walked together on the street home. Holding the wooden doll my father made for me in my arms, I smiled happily]

【I am also a good boy. I have learned my father's woodworking skills since I was a child. I am very good at woodcarving. The children on the street like the small animals I carved. I am also very happy and always give them some】

【The family is not rich, but my parents are willing to pay and send me to study with a local woodworking master... At that time, my parents could earn fifteen talers a month together, and the master's tuition fee was one hundred talers a year , the family has saved so much for many years]

[I am very apprehensive, but also looking forward to it, and I study hard. Although I am not the most powerful, I am among the best among the apprentices of the master, and I can even be exempted from tuition by the master. My parents are also very happy, and I have a pair of younger brothers and sisters. All are developing for the better]

【Looking at the cute sleeping faces of the little ones, I feel more motivated to study】

【Master is very nice, he is not like masters in other places, he will force female apprentices to sleep, teaching us can be regarded as doing his best, although he has hidden more than one hand, but everyone knows it well, this is already a great kindness】

【So... I don't know why someone as good as the master died】

Ian wanted to interrupt the female voice at first, asking who she was and why she was talking to himself.

But soon, he was frowning and listening.

Knowledge seekers are best at listening. He can tell that this woman has psychic powers, and her soul is quite clear and powerful. She is the one with the clearest thinking among the many souls who resonate with him, so she was chosen as the representative of the souls.

But she is still a dead soul—she is already a dead person, she just acts according to her obsession, and communicates with herself according to her obsession.

So he listened.

Listen to the story of a person's life.

[The master died on a business trip to Rust Rose City in the east. He accepted the commission of a wealthy businessman to make a complete set of villa furniture. This is a big job. The master told us excitedly that this is a top-level big business , after that, he will be able to make a name for himself in the entire Grand Dukedom. At that time, as his disciples, we will have work to do—and it is time to talk about the share]

【At that time, we were full of hope... It was normal to share. Before we formally leave the teacher and become an independent school, the teacher will get one-tenth of it. This is quite generous treatment】

[But the teacher died, and died in a monster attack—we later found out that it was a biological warfare in Flaming Land, and a crazy monster that never appeared in the western plains attacked the convoy where the teacher was. Died with the teacher]

【When the teacher dies, the wealthy businessman has to pay the liquidated damages. The master's children compete for the only remaining family property, and the workshop completely collapses. No one will support and give us apprentice resources without teachers and senior brothers and sisters, and no one will find apprentices who have not yet graduated as apprentices—even if they do, they will not make a lot of money]

【There is no shortage of carpenters in the Western Territory, so who would want us apprentices who were not trained in childhood? 】

【I still can't understand why life has become like this in just a short moment... I can obviously start to make money and start helping my parents to take care of the household! 】

The words didn't start to get excited until this time, but they quickly returned to a flat tone: [At this time, my father fell ill again. He died so quickly, so fast that it was not normal at all]

【But what can I do? The family has no money to treat the disease, and the father is unwilling to treat the disease. It is a bottomless pit... The mother can barely support her younger siblings by working alone, but if she survives like this, there is no future to speak of]

【I... made many, many attempts. Many, many, really many...]

[I have really worked hard to do a lot of things, bar maid, selling wood carvings on the street, and trying to help with farming... I even tried to help Fei Yandi smuggle some things, and ventured into the business to help... I didn't give up, I didn't just admit defeat 】

【But in the end, I became a prostitute】

Ian listened in silence.

What the woman said about her father's illness sounds similar to the plague that happened in Nanling back then... But Bishop Baiwu patrolled around Nanling and killed the spreader of the plague in time, so it didn't cause a catastrophe.

But if it is in the Western Territory, where Feiyan's influence is more powerful, it can only be said that it is helpless for ordinary people to die of strange illnesses.

【In the beginning, it was just for the service fee to accompany the wine, and then it was natural to sell yourself for more money... Once you start, there is no turning back】

[After becoming a prostitute, there is nothing wrong with it...at least the family can change my father to a better graveyard, and my younger siblings can grow up healthily...Although my mother is sad, she still loves me very much, but I can see her Crying at night, crying to my father, she is sorry for me and did not take good care of me]

【She didn't apologize to me. She should have laughed]

【Some customers are rude, some are gentle, and some don't even plan to pay... I have gradually become an extremely aggressive person in my own eyes】

【Originally, I was not dissatisfied with this kind of life. When I get old and my younger siblings grow up, they still have their own lives, and I should take a break... no matter what kind of rest】

【But one day, a guest was still flirting after the end, but suddenly told me that he had to go quickly, his daughter was waiting for him to come home】

【I don't understand—why he has a family and a daughter, and he came to me, he's just a scum... My father is much better than him, my father...】

【…dad…】

【I don't understand】

【When I was young, I heard adults say that many people in this world are very unhappy in their lives. I didn't know why. I have such good parents, such lovely siblings, such kind teachers, and friends. Brothers and sisters, those friendly neighbors, I should be able to be happy]

【But why? Why can an accident ruin a group of people's lives? 】

【A lot of things happened in the end. For the sake of my family, it was also because I was sick and there was nothing to cure, so I chose to participate in a suspicious human experiment. The Gnosis Institute said that they would pay my family a sum of money...not much, after all, the price of infected experimental bodies is not high. It may be high, but at least it is better than my dead meaningless]

【At least they will give money, that's the only thing I'm grateful for】

【It wasn't until after I became a test subject that I realized that they were cooperating with Flameland and the Grand Duke to carry out various biological research and plague research, and I didn't understand it】

【It turns out...that's them】

【That's them. Ruined the lives of many people]

【My life should not be like this, we are all like this】

【So I want revenge—but I don't have the power, even though I have awakened psionic power under the brutal experiment of the Institute of the Intellect...but I still can't take revenge, it's not psionic power for fighting]

【Perhaps because I want a happy life more than revenge...someone can accompany me and understand me】

【Someone...can save me】

Right now.

The voices of many people sounded together.

—Can you save us?

—You have avenged us...you are our king...

—but maybe...you can be our savior too?

Here and now, in the inner world.

Ian finally saw these people talking to him.

He stood on a pitch-black land, looked around, and there were hundreds of ghostly white souls staring at him, like a swaying forest of souls.

They surrounded themselves, they looked at themselves, with longing and anticipation in their eyes.

Waiting for Ian's reply.

And Ian was silent for a long time. He spoke several times, but he didn't make a sound.

But he finally answered.

He said: "I probably know how the dead king was born... I finally understand what the Savior is."

"I see, I see... But, everyone, I'm sorry."

Ian closed his eyes, and he said truthfully, "I'm not a hero, nor a savior."

"I can't save you."

(end of this chapter)

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