Chapter 305: Do You Know the Essence of Life?
Under Gong Changyi’s playful distractions, Little Xia Feng ultimately failed to ask what he wanted to say.
However, Xia Feng knew what he had wanted to ask at the time.
He had heard some rumors – that Servants were nourishment for their Masters, and Masters would eventually kill their Servants.
He felt a bit scared and confused, so he wanted to ask Gong Changyi.
But in the end, he gave up.
Soon, the time flow speed accelerated again. The black-dressed Woman sat at her desk, the surrounding scenes changing rapidly like an illusion, as if a movie had been fast-forwarded by a hundred thousand times.
“This should be the direct application of the Nightmare Calamity’s ability,” the black-dressed Woman explained in a low voice as she looked around. “Under normal circumstances, the time flow speed in the memory world proceeds at a constant rate, no different from the real world. But in a state of memory loss like yours, the time flow speed becomes very unstable, accelerating towards the ‘point in time before your memory loss’ to help you recall your lost memories.”
As the black-dressed Woman finished speaking, Xia Feng felt the illusory scenes around him slow down, and the scene jumped directly to half a year later.
*Bang bang bang——*
In the classroom, desks and chairs were overturned. Little Xia Feng was wrestling with a ten-year-old boy, his face flushed red as he let out a low growl like a young lion, “Give me back my diary!”
The ten-year-old boy sneered and threw the blue diary directly to the crowd behind him, where it was caught by a blond boy.
The blond boy opened it and read with a laugh, “Today, Sister Yi gave me a Dino Superman doll. I’m so happy, I love Sister Yi the most—”
*CRASH!!* A fist swung out, and the blond boy’s voice abruptly cut off as his head slammed against the blackboard.
He clutched his swollen right cheek in pain, his one-meter-fifty tall figure staring furiously at Little Xia Feng.
“You’re asking for death,” he grinned, raising his hand to signal a few of his followers behind him. They gathered around.
Children living in Willow Manor still had to attend classes for half a day, but they were only taught basic literacy and star god studies. Then, they had to undergo a psychological test once a month, and that was all.
There were about thirty students in the classroom at this time. Everyone watched the chaos by the podium with fear. Four boys were preparing to gang up on one boy.
However, to everyone’s surprise, Little Xia Feng lifted two desks with his small arms and began smashing them around. The four boys who had approached with taunts immediately changed their expressions and retreated, wanting to run.
But Little Xia Feng seemed to possess immense strength. He picked up a desk and threw it, directly smashing the four boys to the ground. They clutched their groins, groaning, “Damn it, my balls!!”
Little Xia Feng was stunned. He stood in place, lowering his head to look at his hands. Was he really that strong?
As he was puzzling over this, he sensed someone behind him. He turned to look, and a girl in a pure white dress stood gracefully at the doorway, watching the scene in the classroom with a gentle and calm expression.
Little Xia Feng felt a sense of relief and righteousness surge within him. “Sister Yi, these four scoundrels stole my diary.”
“Little Feng, I don’t like my younger brother swearing. It’s very rude,” the white-dressed Woman said as she ruffled his head.
“Okay, okay.” Little Xia Feng looked at the four people still writhing in pain on the ground in the distance. They had bloody heads, and some were clutching their crotches, clearly having suffered irreversible serious injuries.
Seeing this, his heart tightened slightly, and he felt a bit uneasy. “Sister Yi, did I go too far?”
“Little Feng, do you remember what I told you? An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. You did very well today,” the white-skirted girl smiled gently. “These four little bastards who don’t know their place always look at me with lewd gazes. It’s disgusting. It’s a shame they didn’t smash their brains. Why don’t they just die?”
Little Xia Feng opened his mouth but dared not say more, only whispering, “Sister Yi Yi, didn’t you say no swearing?”
The white-skirted girl blinked playfully and didn’t answer, instead asking gently: “Little Feng, do you know what the essence of life is?”
“Huh?” Little Xia Feng was confused. He didn’t quite understand the question.
“The essence of life is continuous loss, it’s the emptiness of all things. Since they will eventually lose those body parts, Little Feng, you are simply helping them do it a little earlier.”
“Ah, is that so?”
“Yes, so Little Feng, go ahead.” The white-skirted girl handed Xia Feng a fruit knife and whispered, “Kill them and help them end their pain early.”
Huh? Little Xia Feng was stunned again. This wasn’t a matter of killing yet, was it?
He cautiously raised his eyes and said, “But killing is not allowed in the manor…”
“It’s fine, Sister has enough points.”
Willow Manor prohibited killing, but if one had a massive amount of points, they could exchange them for a one-time immunity from punishment for killing.
As for the so-called points, they were the currency within Willow Manor, earned through exam scores, spirit artifact tests, and monthly psychological tests.
The psychological test was the primary way to earn points, and it was said that the higher the score on the psychological test, the more points one received.
In any case, Little Xia Feng’s psychological test scores were always at the bottom, so he naturally received very few points.
But Sister Yi always seemed to score very highly.
Xia Feng silently watched the unfolding scene before him. Little Xia Feng ultimately did not act to help the four boys end their suffering early. The four boys were also scared by their conversation and fled in disarray.
However, from these memory scenes, Xia Feng had a general idea that Gong Changyi was intentionally guiding his values and way of thinking to align with hers.
This might be what the manor’s rules called [Dual Palace Thought Synchronization].
Next, time flew by again.
A few days later, the four boys who often bullied Little Xia Feng accidentally fell down the stairs, breaking their legs and ending up in the infirmary.
Sister Yi lamented that evil people indeed get their comeuppance, and evildoers never have a good ending.
But Xia Feng actually knew that things were not that simple.
Because that day, he happened to overhear a conversation between a white-skirted girl and two newly arrived children.
“Everyone dies, so since everyone will die, what do you have to fear? Unleash your nature, follow your inner desires, do whatever you want! Teach those four guys a lesson.”
The two children who had just entered Willow Manor had also been bullied. But somehow, after hearing a few words from the girl, they became unusually bold and confronted the four boys.
Later, Xia Feng realized that Sister Yi was not as gentle, cute, and soft as she appeared.
In fact, even before he entered Willow Manor, Sister Yi was already the hidden boss of the manor. No one dared to provoke her.
Every time a new student entered Willow Manor, she would send out a few boys who looked easy to bully but had many points, or pretty girls, to loiter in front of the new students.
Whoever among the new students couldn’t resist bullying her “bait” would be very fortunate and become her new prey.
It was hard to imagine that such a beautiful girl, like a pure moon, could be so evil in secret.
“So, she wasn’t trying to punish evil and promote good, but simply looking for entertainment,” the black-dressed Woman said, standing in front of the white-skirted girl, quietly staring at the girl with a gentle expression, and chuckled. “Mr. Xia, your Sister Yi is quite interesting.”
“…” Xia Feng’s forehead was covered in black lines. Interesting? I hope you two don’t hit it off too well, otherwise, it would truly be the end of the world.
“Mr. Xia, haven’t you noticed that when she instigates people, she only uses a few words, and sometimes those words are not even persuasive, yet she has never failed to instigate successfully, always with a 100% success rate,” Mu Qingtong mused. “This must be her spirit artifact ability.”
Hearing this, Xia Feng couldn’t help but recall that in the classroom earlier, he had effortlessly lifted a desk as if it were light as paper, which was not the strength an eight-year-old child should possess.
Evidently, the desk becoming lighter was likely also Gong Changyi’s doing.
Therefore, what was the principle behind the spirit artifact that caused the desk to lighten and achieved a 100% success rate in instigation, producing such an effect? Xia Feng fell into contemplation.
