Mister Zero, Her Story: Chapter 62 – Entering the “Wall of Resentment”
Luo Yan suddenly felt a chill.
A sense of being watched, rising from the depths of her being.
Although she had sensed such scrutiny many times before, this time… it was far more intense.
A bone-chilling coldness surged through her, then quickly vanished.
Just a fleeting moment, like an illusion… but Luo Yan knew it wasn’t.
It was the gaze of some unknown, terrifying being.
“The Witch of Envy…”
Luo Yan looked up at the gloomy sky, her expression darkening.
She knew from Hua Qiling that Yan City had detected the “Witch of Envy’s” aura several times.
And each time, it was connected to her…
It seemed these warnings were triggered by her presence.
But Luo Yan knew it wasn’t her.
The devices in Yan City, inherited from the transition between the Old and New Eras, weren’t malfunctioning.
These auras… truly belonged to the “Witch of Envy,” not her, not Luo Yan.
From the moment Ghost Town collapsed, from the moment the Witch of Envy’s mocking words echoed, her return was only a matter of time.
“Red Butterfly” had been influenced by the Witch’s whispers and residual power, further strengthening her influence on the real world.
And during the battle at the southwestern front line, when Luo Yan’s “Eye of Fear, Envy, and Defilement” had fully matured into a Demonic Offering, the corresponding “Witch of Envy” had finally awakened.
At that moment, along with Yan City’s alarm, a warning had also echoed within Luo Yan’s heart.
“It’s too late…”
Luo Yan gritted her teeth.
Her decision was correct; she had to reach the “Wall of Resentment” and enter the bandaged girl’s consciousness quickly.
Otherwise…
Although Luo Yan knew that her own power, whether it could still be called “Envy,” wouldn’t be affected by the “Witch of Envy”…
Facing a “Cataclysm” level being, even just a fragment, was an act of despair.
Although in the ability user rankings, “Cataclysm” level was just above “Destruction” level…
The ability user rankings were based on the disaster rankings.
The strongest human ability users were “Destruction” level, which meant that against disasters above “Destruction” level, humanity was helpless.
“Cataclysm” level disasters were simply beyond human comprehension, an absolute, overwhelming power.
In other words, the gap between “Cataclysm” and “Destruction” level was likely greater than the gap between “Destruction” and “Difficulty” level, or even between an ability user and an ordinary person.
Compared to this unexplained war, Luo Yan was more worried about the “Witch of Envy.”
This concerned not only Yan City, but also herself.
Luo Yan had a feeling that the “Witch of Envy’s” true target was her…
Whether to kill her, to turn her into an Apostle like Mrs. Natalie, or something even more terrifying…
Luo Yan closed her eyes slowly.
She recalled her only encounter with the “Witch of Envy,” Her mocking words echoing in her ears.
“Luo Yan… failure…”
Luo Yan murmured softly.
She hadn’t understood it then, but she did now.
Like Mrs. Natalie, the “Luo Yan” the Witch of Envy spoke of wasn’t her, but someone else with the same name, someone who had existed long ago.
But undoubtedly, this “Luo Yan” was connected to her, perhaps even the source of the name that had inexplicably appeared in her mind.
But…
What did it matter?
Luo Yan opened her eyes, her pale red eyes glowing in the dark, rainy night.
She walked slowly in the rain, holding a large floral umbrella.
A faint blood mist enveloped her, minimizing her presence.
Before Yan City’s second line of defense in the core district was fully established, Luo Yan, using her “Envy” ability, had slipped through the security lines and was approaching the “Wall of Resentment.”
She couldn’t stop the war between Dawn and Yan City.
All she could do was prevent another disaster.
The patrol around the “Wall of Resentment” was tight, even with the ongoing war, they didn’t dare lower their guard.
But these defenses were useless against someone wielding a Primordial Demon’s power.
Luo Yan casually walked past the security checkpoints, reaching the Wall of Resentment.
There weren’t many guards near the massive, cold structure.
Because the Wall itself had its own defense systems; entry without authorization was impossible.
And the only authorization was bloodline authentication, only those with the Lin family’s blood, the family who had discovered the Wall, could open it.
Otherwise, Frick would have already entered; these guards wouldn’t be able to stop him.
But Luo Yan didn’t know this. As she reached the entrance, a sense of déjà vu washed over her, her vision blurring.
She seemed to hear childish voices chattering nearby, but the noise was strangely comforting.
“This feels… familiar…”
Luo Yan instinctively reached out and placed her hand on the door.
Then, she gently pushed.
The door opened.
No authentication, no identification required.
It simply opened, like an ordinary door.
Luo Yan, snapping back to reality, was startled.
“No way…”
She stepped back slightly, checking for traps, then cautiously entered.
The cold air inside made her skin prickle, but nothing happened.
No traps, no alarms, everything seemed… normal.
“Such an important place… and there’s not even a lock?”
Luo Yan frowned.
Could it be… that this place wasn’t important after all?
No, that was impossible.
The “Ice Coffin Weapon” was Yan City’s trump card, as evidenced by the tight security outside.
But why…
“Strange…”
Luo Yan couldn’t understand.
This wasn’t Yan City’s fault. The external security was mainly preventative. Even knowing that “Mister” had visited the Wall of Resentment, they hadn’t increased security.
First, because they were short-staffed, and second, because they knew it wouldn’t stop “Mister” anyway…
As for the Wall of Resentment itself, it had its own defenses, capable of stopping even a “Destruction” level ability user, impervious even to the “Ember’s” eruption.
What kind of lock could they possibly add?
What lock could be stronger than the Wall itself?
Besides the unpredictable “Mister,” the Wall itself was the strongest defense.
Luo Yan didn’t dwell on this. Time was running out.
Having reached her destination, she wouldn’t waste time on such trivial matters.
Luo Yan closed her crimson eyes, using the “breathing technique” she had learned from Qin Wen.
Within the labyrinthine Wall of Resentment, several faint auras gradually emerged.
One, emanating an ancient, icy coldness, was particularly strong and also the closest. It wasn’t deep within the structure, and the path towards the “Ice Coffin Weapon” quickly formed in Luo Yan’s mind.
Yan City wasn’t familiar with this place either, so they naturally wouldn’t store the “Ice Coffin Weapon” too deep inside.
If it were lost…
Luo Yan was grateful for her experience navigating with limited vision…
She had been forced to rely on her other senses for so long.
Otherwise, finding the “Ice Coffin Weapon” in the dark “Wall of Resentment” would be incredibly difficult.
“Alright… it’s time… to see her again.”
Luo Yan took a deep breath and, following the icy aura, slowly made her way towards her destination.
But the deeper she went, the stronger the sense of familiarity became.
And fleeting images flashed before her eyes, vanishing before she could focus on them.
“Strange…”
Luo Yan calmed herself and carefully felt her way along the wall.
Just then, her fingers touched a rough, uneven surface.
She stopped.
Luo Yan opened her eyes. The darkness within the Wall of Resentment was absolute, but she still turned towards the wall.
“Are there… words carved here?”
She reached out again, tracing the uneven surface.
It wasn’t Yan City’s script, nor any script from the New Era, but Luo Yan was strangely familiar with it.
“This… this is the script from ‘Ghost Town’…”
Luo Yan’s eyes widened slightly. This was the first time she had encountered anything related to Ghost Town since leaving.
No, perhaps not related to Ghost Town…
But from the same era as the time-lost “Ghost Town.”
The… Old Era.
Old Era script?
Luo Yan continued tracing the characters, their shapes forming in her mind.
“Dawn… City…?”
An unfamiliar name, yet it evoked a profound sense of familiarity.
Perhaps this was why she had felt so… at home… within the Wall of Resentment.
And as she whispered the words, the faint auras deep within the Wall suddenly surged.
Including the aura of the “Ice Coffin Weapon,” which now emanated a chilling breeze that washed over Luo Yan.
Faint whispers echoed in her ears, and images flashed before her eyes like a revolving lantern.
“What’s… going on…?”
Luo Yan clutched her head, an unbearable pain in her temples.
But her first thought was whether she had been discovered.
If she was exposed… she wouldn’t get another chance…
Enduring the pain, she continued towards the “Ice Coffin Weapon’s” aura.
The deeper she went, the clearer the whispers became, the flashing images almost intruding into reality.
Countless voices, laughter and joy, sorrow and hatred…
Seemingly right before her eyes.
Finally, after an unknown amount of time, or perhaps just an instant, Luo Yan finally understood the whispers. It was a clear, childish voice.
“Sister… Luo Yan…”
“Finally… found you.”
The visions and whispers vanished, and Luo Yan’s mind cleared.
She opened her eyes, a lingering confusion in her gaze.
But she quickly focused, taking in her surroundings. She was in a small, enclosed room.
Although there was no light… her vision was incredibly clear.
Within this seemingly ordinary room, there was a simple dressing table, a small wardrobe… and a bed.
…A bed made of ice, crystal clear, a small figure visible within.
The “bandaged girl.”
That’s what Luo Yan had always called her.
But now, Luo Yan whispered a different name… or perhaps, not a name.
“One.”
—”Since you don’t have a name… I’ll call you ‘One,’ because you’re the first ‘God’s Chosen’ I found.”
The girl’s short, icy blue hair was frozen within the ice, her one visible eye slightly open, a single, ice-like teardrop rolling down her cheek.
Luo Yan approached and reached out her hand.
The ancient ice offered no resistance, her hand passing through and gently caressing “One’s” face, wiping away the tear.
A distant sigh echoed, identical to the earlier whisper, but without the childishness, filled with an endless weariness and loss.
“…So it’s you.”
Only an empty Ice Coffin remained in the small room, the figure gone.
…
No one, neither Dawn nor Yan City, neither Mister nor “Frick,” knew what had happened within the Wall of Resentment.
With Luo Yan’s “Envy” fully awakened, although her power was still insignificant compared to many stronger ability users, she was now on the same level as the “Witch of Envy.”
Of course, being on the same level didn’t mean she was “Cataclysm” level. Even fighting a “Peril” level ability user like Alyxsia was a struggle.
…Considering Luo Yan’s base strength was “Difficulty” level, this “struggle” was practically an insult to Alyxsia.
In other words, even the current “Mister” was far weaker than the “Witch of Envy.”
What Luo Yan intended to do, perhaps only the true Witch of Envy, upon awakening, could sense.
And that time… wasn’t far off.
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