Chapter 397
Our Discord Server: https://discord.gg/PazjBDkTmW
Chapter 397: Widespread Evil Gods Above Heaven
Everyone has their own beautiful dreams.
For Michelle, her dream is unexpectedly simple.
The little girl doesn’t have thoughts of saving the world, nor does she have much greed for power.
People always have aspirations. Michelle couldn’t deny that her pursuit of life may have gradually become higher.
In the past, she thought she was weak and helpless, so it was best to become a civil servant and just survive.
Who knew that she would be lucky, a dark horse all the way, transforming from an ordinary girl with braided hair and big eyes into a rising star in the Tulip Academy. Her confidence was restored, and she had some aspirations for the future.
Her dream is still to become someone like Liliana, the absolute pinnacle of women in the Allied countries’ history. Although she thought she might never reach that height in her lifetime, she would still try her best.
But dreams are just dreams, and happiness may not necessarily be dependent on dreams. For Michelle, her dream was just…
Michelle woke up and realized she was lying on her bed at home. She opened her eyes and saw her mother sitting at the breakfast table, and her father sitting next to it, reading the newspaper. Everything seemed so harmonious.
She paused for a moment and scratched her head.
What’s going on? Wasn’t Dad supposed to be away and not return yet?
He actually dared to come back, and he even woke up in the morning? Wasn’t Mom working hard enough last night?
Michelle knew that Dragonborn had the ability to recover, but her old father was just an ordinary person. When she was little, whenever she went to wake him up for breakfast, she always saw her father lying in bed, looking sickly.
She had not seen this scene many times since she could remember. It might be because her mother wanted another child, but unfortunately, something happened and her father’s business failed, so he went to work at sea.
"Let’s have breakfast," her father said, looking just like she remembered. He asked strangely, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"When did you come back?" Michelle asked drowsily, "When did I come back?"
"Silly girl, are you still half asleep?" Her father ruffled Michelle’s hair. "Didn’t you come back half a year ago?"
Her mother also set down her breakfast and smiled gently, "Hurry and eat. You have a friend coming over during the break, don’t you?"
"Friend…" Michelle’s eyes wandered. She couldn’t remember anything about a friend.
Halfway through breakfast, Michelle noticed a letter on the breakfast table. The envelope was already opened, so she took a quick glance inside.
Immediately, her expression froze. The contents of the letter almost choked her.
This is a handwritten letter, with beautiful and flowing handwriting, from a man who mentions that he traveled a long way to meet Michelle.
Both of them agreed to meet at the train station.
Michelle looked at the signature below and read aloud, "Mr. Devil…"
Then she shouted in surprise, "Mom! Why didn’t you tell me earlier!"
She looked at the time and glanced at her watch, then rushed out of the door, unlocked her bicycle, and pedaled quickly through the streets.
In the warm sunshine of March, the anxious girl took a quick look at herself in the bike’s rearview mirror.
Even though she didn’t have time to put on makeup before leaving, she still looked young and beautiful. This made her feel relieved and she pedaled as fast as she could.
She arrived at the train station just in time, locked her bicycle, and made her way through the crowded people towards the exit.
She looked worried and had to dodge the crowd, slowing down her speed. She accidentally stepped on someone’s foot several times, apologizing repeatedly. Then she suddenly had to brake hard to avoid a child in the middle of the road, almost landing face-first on the ground.
However, she didn’t fall down. Instead, someone supported her shoulder.
The person held onto her waist and spoke from behind. It sounded so familiar.
"What a clumsy girl… You haven’t even met yet, are you going to embarrass yourself by falling?"
It was Mr. Devil’s voice.
Michelle’s heart started racing, her cheeks turning hot. She could feel the warmth of the person’s touch on her waist and shoulder.
She was really curious and eager to know what Mr. Devil looked like. She also wanted to meet him in person.
This strong curiosity even surpassed everything else, making her want to immediately find out Mr. Devil’s true identity.
Adolescent emotions triumph over all poetic lines.
"Mr. Devil," the girl breathed nervously.
"Hmm?"
Michelle asked softly, "Can I take a look at you?"
As she asked, she mustered up the courage to turn her gaze towards the young man behind her. The sunlight was shining down, dazzling her eyes.
She glanced over with cautious anticipation, and then her expression froze.
Her smile instantly disappeared.
From the clean and neat appearance, above the shoulders, there was nothing, transparent and blank.
"No faceeeeee!"
Michelle angrily shouted and fiercely punched ‘Mr. Devil’. With this punch, the false devil and false dream shattered instantly.
Iron fist retribution.
The dream of paradise shattered, Michelle awakened from her ‘beautiful dream’, took a deep breath, covered her pounding heart, covered her face, shook her head, trying to eliminate the terrifying experience just now from her mind.
"Oh my goodness, what on earth is that, so scary, faceless being!"
It was supposed to be a beautiful dream, but even in the dream of paradise, Michelle couldn’t imagine someone she had never seen before.
This situation is very rare, like two people having a long-distance relationship, talking through letters or the internet, never meeting in person, their understanding of each other is only based on imagination. And Michelle’s imagination of Mr. Devil was too perfect, to the extent that the dream couldn’t create such an imaginary creature, resulting in a faceless man… In an instant, a beautiful dream turned into a nightmare.
Michelle was startled awake.
She looked around, and her fragmented memories finally came back. She carefully recalled, "Before, we were in the memorial hall, where are the others? And where is this place? Have we been swallowed by the great wave?"
She had heard rumors about the great wave, but she had no idea where they were now. There was only her alone around, and she didn’t know what to do.
She decided to take it one step at a time, hoping to find her classmates and gather together. Thinking back to the dream she just had, she also had a bad feeling about it.
She clasped her hands together… Hoping Alena is okay.
Afterwards, Michelle let go of her hand and began to explore. Just as she had walked less than a hundred meters, her eyes narrowed and she saw a trail of blood on the ground, formed by dragging.
There were fragments of flesh and fabric on the ground. The bloodstains were still fresh and hadn’t dried completely, but the trail of dragging looked too gruesome.
She hesitated for a moment but decided to follow along. She wasn’t sure who she would encounter or what she might find here.
Silently following, Michelle caught sight of a giant over ten meters tall, with one eye and four arms.
It dragged some bodies in its hands, leaving the same remnants on the ground.
There were about a dozen bodies on the ground, and the giant squatted down, tearing and devouring the bodies piece by piece. It was feeding.
Michelle had learned about giants in her classroom. They were usually not taller than eight meters, and the giant race was very rare. Only the alliance nations still had the bloodline of giants. There were less than fifty frost giants left, making them a truly endangered species. However, a one-eyed giant was unheard of.
Part of the giant race’s bloodline originated from the ancient one-eyed god, known as the evil eye demon god. It stood over a hundred meters tall, possessed immense strength, and wielded a magic sword. But the most powerful aspect was its eye. The destructive light emitted from its singular eye could obliterate everything. It had once battled another ancient god and killed them, but it was eventually slain by the offspring of the same ancient god. Its evil eye was both terrifying and exceptionally vulnerable.
After the death of the one-eyed god, its bloodline flowed into the deep sea and became the origins of the deep sea giant race. The deep sea giants were once one of the dominant forces in the dark era, engaged in constant wars with the ancient dragons and ancient elves. However, like the dragons, this race has also become extinct and it cannot be determined whether the deep sea giants are ancestors of the frost giants.
Clearly, this one-eyed giant is the residue left in Broken Paradise after its death.
It is also incredibly strong, unlike the previous remnants of ancient gods, it is not confined by the rules of the Broken Paradise and can freely move to hunt.
It is also an evil god, satisfying its insatiable hunger by devouring souls. Each residue wants to restore itself to completeness, and most of the memories they retain are negative emotions such as unwillingness and anger, which determine their behavior patterns.
As soon as Michelle saw this one-eyed figure, she immediately stopped thinking and quietly retreated. She realized that this was definitely not a safe place, and every step had to be taken with great caution. The Grey Tide is a natural disaster, and it’s not surprising if someone dies.
It wasn’t until she was three kilometers away that she finally breathed a sigh of relief. She glanced fearfully at the nearby one-eyed giant, and then began to worry about which way she should go – should she look for survivors or find a safer place to hide?
Judging from the corpses, there must still be many people wandering around here. At the very least, they should be led away from the giant’s lair. The giant devours people like it devours hamburgers, taking a few bites to finish someone off and then continuing to hunt.
While Michelle was thinking, a figure appeared in front of her. She immediately waved and said, "Hey, look over here!"
She ran towards the figure, but suddenly stopped when she got close. There were bodies here too.
A little girl stood among the crowd and her gaze turned to Michelle. She felt as if she had been pricked by a needle, experiencing a phantom pain as if her skin had been cut by a sword.
"Don’t come closer," Yagyū Simozi said, as a group of tigers and leopards stood in front of her. This was the residue of a god, and if one entered, they would be caught in a forced game. So she warned the Europa person. But the next moment, Michelle willingly stepped into the arena.
"It seems like you need help… and by the way, do you speak Europa language?" she politely asked, while the Golden Engraving and the glow of dragon blood aura shone behind her.