Chapter 940: Pollution and an Old Friend
Chapter 940: Pollution and an Old Friend
【Name: The Atrophied Heart of the Red King (Truth, Blood, Inheritance)】
【Appearance: A giant heart with a diameter of over two meters. Even though most of the blood inside has been drained, it still exudes an incredibly strong bloody aura, and anyone who gets close will be drenched in blood plasma.】
【Abilities: Crimson Ruler, Blood Manipulation, Heart of Legacy】
【Cost: The Red King's heart is unique. When using its truth and authority, your heart will temporarily stop beating.】
【Archives: As the core component of the Crimson Ruler's body, after the Crimson King's physical body was killed, the Cleanup Bureau extracted its heart, drained the blood, and placed it in the Secret Repository for preservation...】
During the assessment, after refuting the current Aquarius Director's incorrect answer, the Scarlet Core was subjected to the other party's unusually cruel torment. Within one minute, it was forcibly dragged to the brink of death fifteen times, with its heart rate exceeding 230 beats per minute at one point. In the end, it had no choice but to submit to the other party's might.
【Evaluation: Although it had ulterior motives, after your threat, it has been brought so close to death fifteen times, and it has already fallen into a state of immense fear. Before it finds a way to safely escape from your grasp and permanently avoid you, you can rest assured to use it.】
【Corruption Value: Equal to the user's maximum corruption value.】
"Ziz..."
Through your observations and conclusions, you obtained a large amount of intelligence regarding "The Atrophied Heart of the Red King." Your resistance to the abnormal entities of the Crimson Series has increased significantly, and you are now able to block out a certain degree of influence.
Satisfied, Lyon reached out and touched the trembling Scarlet Core, feeling the immense fear emanating from within it. He nodded with great satisfaction.
I told you there was no need to answer any questions. Just stab it and it's done. Look how obedient it is now?
"Thank you, Taurus Director."
Lyon picked up the trembling Scarlet Core and struggled to pull it out of its original position. After wiping the sticky blood from his face, he turned to the nearby Taurus Director, who was trying hard to maintain a straight face, and flashed a bloody smile.
"Then I'll take it with me for now. I'll return it after dealing with the issue in the Western Carleva Kingdom."
"That's fine... If you can control it, then you can keep it with you..."
Looking at Lyon, covered in blood plasma and laughing in a manner unbefitting of a protagonist, the Taurus Director couldn't help but remind him:
"Lyon, there's something I should tell you. Although you've gained the acknowledgment of the Heart of Legacy, it is, after all, the heart of the Crimson Ruler, originating from one of the Supreme Four Pillar Deities. So, you mustn't take it lightly and be careful not to be influenced by it."
"You're right. I'll be cautious."
After warmly accepting the Taurus Director's well-intentioned advice, Lyon casually stabbed the Scarlet Core twice. The Scarlet Core, having been stabbed, suddenly shrank and cried out in a panic:
"Thoughts! Thoughts are more advanced than blood! You're right! Don't stab me anymore!"
"And what else? Why is blood red?"
"Because... because of that egg and iron thing, and when they combine with something else..."
"Pupu—"
"Ah!"
The Scarlet Core, having screamed again, fell into Lyon's hands. Drawing on some of its past experiences as a deity, it suddenly understood a profound truth.
"I get it! It's because of you! You say blood is red, so blood is red!"
"Pupu—"
"Ah! Why are you stabbing me again?"
"You deserve to be stabbed! Do I need to flatter you?"
With a look of disdain, Lyon stabbed the Scarlet Core a couple more times. As he dragged the trembling Scarlet Core towards the exit of the Secret Repository, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground, he grumbled:
"Instead of studying knowledge properly, all it thinks about is useless stuff. It doesn't even know why blood is red, and it still has the nerve to set questions for me?
Starting now, I'll teach you. The reason blood is red is because hemoglobin molecules contain iron atoms, and these iron atoms can combine with oxygen to form oxyhemoglobin..."
"Blood... The reason blood is red is because hemoglobin molecules contain iron atoms... Wait, what is hemoglobin?"
"If you had been this humble and eager to learn from the start, would you have ended up getting stabbed?"
"..."
"You memorize these answers first. Once you're done, I'll see how I feel about explaining them to you."
"Oh..."
"...I might have overthought this a little."
In front of him, a slender man with black hair and dark eyes, who was bleeding profusely from the numerous stab wounds on his body, stood trembling like a two-meter-tall chick. His Crimson Core was shaking as he followed behind the Taurus Director, who seemed at a loss for words.
In theory, Lyon should be cautious about being corrupted by the Crimson Core. But with each stab, it felt like the question of who was corrupting whom was becoming harder to answer.
"...Ugh..."
Pressing his hand against his heart, where a strange stabbing pain emanated, the tall and lanky man lifted his head. His eyes fixed on the snow-haired woman across from him.
"Oliviah!" he called out.
After taking a small sip of the amber-colored honey wine from his cup, the middle-aged man with black hair and eyes, already slightly tipsy, smiled and said, "Why wouldn't I dare to come back?"
"I'm not talking about that!" The man with black hair and eyes, who bore a slight resemblance to Lyon but looked much older, covered his heart, which continued to throb with an odd pain. He spoke in a cold voice, "You promised to help me change this world. But just as I was about to succeed, you colluded with the directors of the Cleanup Bureau and nearly killed all our kinsmen! You despicable traitor!"
"..."
The red-haired commissioner's smile faded instantly upon hearing the middle-aged man's accusation. Instead of immediately defending herself, she tilted her head back and finished the wine in her cup.
"You were wrong," she said, her vision slightly blurred.
Another figure with black hair and eyes flashed through her mind. Leaning on the small round table, she propped her cheek on her hand and shook her head slightly, her eyes heavy with intoxication.
"The old you was too foolish, and so was I... Although we weren't weak, we didn't truly understand the world. Many things can't be solved just by..." She trailed off, then thanked the waiter who had brought two bottles of sherry.
The red-haired commissioner pointed to the space across from her and politely requested, "Please bring me a few more cups and place them there. I'd like to drink with a friend from the past."
"Okay."
The waiter nodded in agreement to the strange customer's request. Smiling, he asked, "Are you expecting a friend? How many cups do you need exactly?"
"Around five or six. My friend has a bad temper, and I'm afraid he might get angry and break the cups if we start arguing."
"Huh?"
You know there might be trouble, yet you insist on staying here to chat? Can't you and your friend go somewhere else? The waiter, taken aback by the stunningly beautiful yet tipsy woman, wanted to ask her to leave but struggled to find the right words. Instead, he gently suggested, "When will your friend arrive? If needed, I can call the security guards in advance."
"No need. He's already here. Just set the cups down."
"???"
(End of Chapter)
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