Chapter 1220: Parul’s Inner Dark Side
After the shock, the female prisoner reacted and tried to jump down, but she had been imprisoned for a while, and her legs were weak. She had just stood up when she sat back down, hitting the wooden stake inserted in her body. She immediately cried out in pain.
“I’ll carry you,” Older Brother Jayad said as he picked her up. Don’t think that carrying a naked beautiful woman would be a pleasure. She had been locked up here for so long, let alone bathing, she didn’t even have paper to wipe herself after excretion.
The scars and dirt all over her body had long since destroyed any sense of beauty. Not to mention the stench. If Older Brother Jayad hadn’t been accustomed to the slums, he wouldn’t have cared about such a smell. A clean person absolutely could not accept carrying her.
“Thank you, but how did you get in? How do we get out? If Albrisque finds out I’ve been rescued, he’ll definitely hunt us down in a rage.” The female prisoner’s mind was quite sharp, and she had already begun to think about escaping and what would happen after a successful escape.
“You don’t need to worry about that. I have my ways. You just need to be quiet for a while,” Jayad said coldly, then whispered, “Parul, it’s up to you.”
“Got it.” Actually, I had started thinking about the rescue plan when he left. Albrisque locked her in the deepest secret room, probably because she knew some unknown secrets, such as his weaknesses or dirt.
Upon discovering that the female prisoner had been inexplicably rescued, Albrisque would certainly fly into a rage and then suspect who rescued her. We reinforcements who arrived today would definitely be the main suspects, and he would then become wary of us, which would go against our original purpose.
Therefore, I needed to create an accident, a plausible one that would make her mysteriously disappear, and have a clear scapegoat so that Albrisque wouldn’t suspect us.
For example, find a monster and throw it into the lower level of the prison, let it make a scene, and it would look like the female prisoner was eaten by it. But where would the monster come from, and how could it be reasonably sent into the dungeon?
Coincidentally, I have a ready-made monster here that won’t arouse suspicion. “Amelia, are you ready?”
“I’m ready, but you have to be careful. It seems to be still making a fuss inside,” Amelia said, taking my hand.
“No problem. I have the protection of your little nurse’s Seal of the Deep Sea. I’ll leave the transfer to you,” I said, holding Amelia’s hand in my left and the Seal of the Deep Sea tightly in my right.
“Okay, get ready, enter,” Amelia said. As a Dream Master, she could directly take me into her personal mind world. She could already face her Inner Dark Side directly without producing any aura.
The scene in front of me spun, and I returned to the abandoned hospital again. It was still the same rooftop, the Beast King was still venting his rage, and everything around him had been destroyed beyond recognition.
Seeing that the two of us dared to come in, the Beast King’s eyes blazed with hatred as if we were sworn enemies. He roared and charged directly at Amelia and me, once again condensing a constantly spinning black hole in his palm.
“The rest is up to you. Good luck,” Amelia said as the surrounding scene changed again. This time, she also disappeared.
Amelia transferred me to my inner world this time, and she withdrew directly. This resulted in the Beast King entering my Inner Dark Side.
The problem was, what would my dark side be like? It was my first time entering, but I had to face it sooner or later. So, as soon as I entered, I carefully looked around.
What met my eyes was a mountain of corpses and a river of blood. There were wriggling meat chunks and flying flies everywhere. The stench assailed my nostrils, and the buzzing sound lingered in my ears.
This place looked so familiar. I vaguely remembered that this was the slums of Cando City, not the river channel where I moved later, but the vicinity of the shack where I lived when I was under MacDuff.
But it was already beyond recognition. Rotting meat chunks grew everywhere on the buildings, the sky was blood-red, covered with huge, wriggling blood vessels. These blood vessels were intricately intertwined, like a giant spider web spanning the sky.
Between the interlacing blood vessels, I could faintly see a huge phantom in the sky. I couldn’t make out its shape, but it filled me with an indescribable terror from the bottom of my heart. I could only faintly see a pair of compound eyes as large as the sun.
I immediately lowered my head, afraid to meet its gaze. This was my Inner Dark Side. If I guessed correctly, the figure spanning the heavens was my impression of Beelzebub, just like Amelia’s abandoned hospital was adorned with a blood moon symbolizing the Moon God.
He had brought me immense pain when I crossed over, and the soul-piercing pain had left me with a lifelong psychological trauma, thus forming a corresponding image in my Inner Dark Side.
Although this was just my impression, not the real God, it was still a projection of Beelzebub’s image. Perhaps he could see me through his projection, and I dared not meet the gaze of those two giant compound eyes.
Looking down, I could see flowing blood plasma. Countless draft papers were discarded on the ground, each soaked in blood. I picked one up at random, and it was a blueprint for a cosmic battleship, from some world’s knowledge.
Looking around, the ground was covered with draft papers, containing knowledge that countless people could hardly imagine in their lifetimes. There were parameters for black holes, proof formulas for the ultimate problems in theoretical mathematics, design blueprints for doomsday weapons, methods for reversing entropy increase, and incantations for reversing time.
This was the knowledge Beelzebub had randomly instilled in me back then. Just a fleeting glance and his call contained the knowledge that countless civilizations had accumulated from birth to extinction, which countless geniuses couldn’t master in their entire lives. And in Beelzebub’s eyes, this knowledge was probably no different from 1+1.
My brain naturally couldn’t handle this knowledge. In fact, the tens of thousands of souls sent to Beelzebub with me, those who couldn’t bear it had already perished. To protect my brain, I completely forgot them all. This was the brain’s self-protection mechanism.
In fact, this advanced knowledge was useless to me. The vast majority of it was impossible to realize even if I knew it. Even in a different environment, it might be priceless, but at least for me now, it was worthless.
So they formed these draft papers in my Inner Dark Side, discarded carelessly on the ground, soaked in blood, symbolizing my indifference. When I recalled a piece of knowledge, the corresponding draft paper should disappear from here.
These growing meat chunks and flies should correspond to my corruption. I was extremely disgusted and loathed the fact that I had corrupted myself. What was displayed here should be one of the futures I feared, the scene if the entire Cando City were corrupted.
