bookpower Chapter 296 : "I feel like I've lived in vain.
Chapter 296 : "I feel like I've lived in vain.
The unknown is always the most frightening thing; a single Hidden Occupation hanging over your head like a sword poised to strike at any moment, and yet you have no idea when it will fall, let alone from which direction it will come.
Completely clueless about how to defend yourself.
However, all of this didn't have much to do with Chen Miao. He wasn't particularly concerned about the "Ascetic Monk" occupation right now; he was more preoccupied with something far more important.
"That..."
A shadow of guilt flashed in the Black Doctor's eyes as he whispered weakly, "There's been a slight deviation in the plan, Miao. The 'Zhiren Race' within your body hasn't been completely eradicated. It looks like ten journeys to the secret realm just won't be enough."
"Hmm?"
Chen Miao's brows furrowed slightly, and after pondering for a moment, he let out a light sigh, "It's okay. How about another ten times, will that be enough?"
Although he really didn't want to admit it, it had to be said that within these ten days, he had suffered all the miseries of his life. It was no way for anyone to live, with every day ending in collapsing into sleep. He never imagined he could ever possess the ability to fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
He felt he could become a doctor, specializing in treating insomnia. What's the use of sleeping pills, all for naught with side effects? Just one cut would do, draining some blood. As long as enough blood was lost, one would certainly collapse into sleep, far more effective than any sleeping pill.
And without any side effects.
How great.
But even with complaints in his heart, he accepted this reality. After all, the 'Zhiren Race' was a matter of life and death for him. Even if it meant enduring it another ten times, he had no choice but to bear it. Not just ten times; even if it were a hundred more, he'd have to grit his teeth and step into the secret realm.
Beyond this, there was no other way.
"No..."
A hint of panic crossed the Black Doctor's eyes, "Looking at it now, ten more times probably won't be enough."
"A hundred times?"
"No... even more. A thousand times won't be quite enough, maybe ten thousand times could be attempted."
"Only when their numbers recover to a certain level will they consider reinstating the second and third goals and..."
"Enough," Chen Miao interjected, halting the Black Doctor's lengthy explanation. After a moment of silent composure, he spoke, "I understand. You mean the 'Zhiren Race' won't threaten my life for now, but they also can't be completely eliminated, right?"
"Um..."
Perhaps noticing Chen Miao's unpleasant expression, the Black Doctor hastily tried to remedy the situation, "But actually, this might be for the better, Miao. It will take a long time for the 'Zhiren Race' to breed enough numbers to emerge and threaten your life again."
"During that time, you can enjoy the ability to heal wounds automatically without paying any price."
"And as the 'Zhiren Race' population continues to increase, the effectiveness of this ability will only become stronger."
"Once the 'Zhiren Race' reach a certain threshold where they begin to endanger your life, you'll only need to visit the secret realm in Broken Pot City a few more times to resolve the issue."
"Look at it from another angle, this is also a good thing. After all, no one in the Federation currently possesses any item or skill that can heal wounds automatically. In many situations, this could have a very positive effect, even capable of turning the tides."
"Yeah."
Chen Miao nodded without saying anything further. Since the situation had already occurred and there was no way to change it, he naturally wouldn't complain about it. It was just going to be a lot of trouble.
He would have to make trips to Broken Pot City periodically.
The trips were not too problematic; he was not someone who minded trouble. What he dreaded was the pain, like Zhang Wanlin's family members. How could he possibly bring them out from the Hell Bus every single day? That would wear him out.
He had buried them all.
But where?
Chen Miao looked up at a small cemetery not far away. A new graveyard had been established there with many little mounds lying quietly. At the entrance of the cemetery sat the familiar old security guard, the Tomb Guardian.
All of Zhang Family's members had been buried by him here, their Lost Souls and Resentful Spirits unable to leave, trapped within the cemetery. Whenever needed, he could summon them at any time. This was an Occupation Exclusive ability belonging to the old man, not something everyone could do.
The "Tomb Guardian" was a Hidden Occupation, of course. Its power wasn't immense; it belonged to the darker arts, with little pursuit of Combat Power.