RPAGF Chapter 150 Farusan
Chapter 150 Farusan
How much time has passed?
Is it a minute? Or a thousand years?
Farusian opened her eyes to find bricks and walls that had stood for countless years.
They stand in rows at the far end, imprisoning time at the end of the yellow sand.
She felt neither hunger nor fatigue, as if she were still that proud scholar who had stepped into the Crimson King's ruins with high spirits not long ago.
But her heart was no longer the same.
The intricate mechanisms and obscure ciphers shattered her pride and confidence. She exhausted all her paper and pen, and drew upon all her knowledge, yet she could not decipher a single mechanism or a single cipher.
The inscriptions remain silent, as if the departed gods, in the embers of the past, are mocking the insignificance and incompetence of humankind.
The light from the Yuan Energy Torch remained gentle, illuminating the tomb chamber and exposing any darkness.
There is light here, no shadows here, and because there are no shadows here, there is no light.
This is where immortality is, and where death is.
Farusan leaned against the wall to get up. She didn't even need to open her eyes because she was extremely familiar with every brick and tile here. She was so familiar with them that she could pinpoint the shape of the cipher seven centimeters to the upper right corner of the third brick on her left.
She picked up the scattered manuscript papers, then threw them down again, and finally grabbed a sharp piece of gravel to continue carving her deductions from the previous day, or perhaps the previous year, on the wall.
Even the hardest rock will wear down eventually, let alone a delicate young girl.
Mental breakdowns are common, and sometimes Farusian couldn't help but have some pessimistic thoughts. Perhaps she would be trapped under this yellow sand forever, to be buried with the deceased Red King.
But after each breakdown and sobbing, she would continue writing.
Because as long as you're alive, there's still hope.
Even if we are destined to be buried here, we must strive for a chance of survival for the next victim.
She continued writing until her memories began to fade. In the silent tomb, she murmured incoherently. The mentally unstable girl still held the broken stone, trying to deduce the answer.
I don't know how much time passed, maybe a second, a minute, or perhaps a hundred years or a thousand years.
The girl's consciousness was already hazy, and the figure, whose face was so blurry that she couldn't see clearly, gradually appeared before her eyes.
"Mom... Dad..."
She murmured to herself, reaching out her hand to try and grasp the figure in the distance, but only managed to grab empty air.
The girl who used to hate going home is now homesick.
I miss my mother's nagging advice, and the steaming hot meals she prepared every time I came home.
I think of my father's familiar, acrid pipe, and my mentor's stern yet awkward praise.
Thinking of her somewhat magical little triangular robot sidekick, Tamimi.
What did she write in her last letter on the way here?
Perhaps it's the date of my next trip home?
Perhaps it's a dish she's been craving lately?
Perhaps during that fleeting period of time, she didn't have time to write anything.
Mom... Dad... Teacher... and Tamimi...
When the light shone into the tomb, she even thought she was hallucinating.
A long-lost feeling of hunger surged up like a tide, and tears welled up in the girl's eyes.
Farusan staggered forward a few steps, and after struggling to climb out of the tomb, she finally collapsed helplessly in the desert.
In the final moments before her vision went dark, she used her last strength to silently recite in her heart:
Wait for me... to come home.
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On the other side, at the border of rainforest and desert, lies Kavan.
This is the only formal pass connecting the desert and the rainforest, surrounded by sand walls that stretch for thousands of miles, dividing Mount Sumeru into two completely different worlds.
"Lord Mufeng, the documents have been verified."
"I'm sorry to have taken up your time. I wish you a safe and successful trip to the desert."
The stationed soldiers respectfully handed back the clearance documents and simultaneously raised their weapons to clear the way.
"Amu, the desert is not as safe as the rainforest, so please be careful along the way."
Nasita's gentle voice echoed in my mind, but it wasn't as clear as it used to be.
Lanromo's visit brought news that the Dead Realm was eroding the Tree of Awakening, and that the power of forbidden knowledge had seriously affected the stability of the Sumeru Rainforest.
If the rainforest is allowed to be eroded by the dead zone, the Tree of Awakening will inevitably wither as it did in the original storyline, and if that happens, Lanaro's sacrifice will be inevitable.
We must take advantage of the early stages of the forbidden knowledge's contamination to minimize the threat posed by the Dead Zone to Huan Nalana.
However, the desert trip was also imminent, and Mu Feng was temporarily unable to spare the time.
So, after discussing it, the two who had originally decided to go to the desert together had to decide to go their separate ways.
Nasita, who holds the power over the grass element, personally went to the rainforest to help the Lannaros suppress the dead zone, while Mu Feng went alone to the desert region to deal with the rebellion of the God King's Legacy.
At this time, Naxida, disguised, had already arrived in Huan Nalan with the caravan of the Huma family.
The forbidden knowledge's pollution of the rainforest also affected the power of the Grass God, causing their connection to be intermittent, and by the time they reached Kawan Station, it was already the limit of their distance.
"Don't worry, Naxida."
Mu Feng took back the travel document personally approved by the Great Sage with a clear conscience, and stepped into the former kingdom of the Crimson King with a simple bag on his back.
He already had a plan to deal with the legacy of the God-King.
For an organization that worships the Red King to an extreme degree and proclaims that the Red King will soon be resurrected and rule over Sumeru, as long as their faith is destroyed, the entire legacy of the God-King will naturally collapse on its own.
By presenting the history of the past to the desert people, not only can the rebellion be easily quelled, but also, like Yingmei and her group in the story, the power of the desert can be united to overthrow the Church.
I'm sorry, Red King.
For the sake of the great unity of Sumeru, we have to sacrifice your embarrassing history of being obsessed with love. The organization will always remember your contribution.
Refers to "Resurrect, My Love".
Oh, poor Red King! He's crying and making a scene because he can't catch the Flower Goddess Marikata. Waaah, so pitiful!
"Then, Huan Nalan will be left to Naxida."
"Protecting one's family is also the duty of the gods."
"Nasida will try her best."
At the last moment before entering the desert, Mu Feng seemed to have thought of something and suddenly added a sentence seriously.
"Also, don't be reckless."
Naxida pursed her lips, while Yotsuba smiled.
"Um... well."
What? You're asking the Great Sage's thoughts on the Grass God's free entry and exit from the Pure Good Palace?
Not to mention that Azhar, who looks down on newly born gods, never bothers with the trivial matters of the Pure Land Palace except for defense, even if he came to the Pure Land Palace in person to inspect it, someone who had already set up an illusion could put on a show for him, calling a deer a special offering of Matiwat.
Even Comrade Ah Mao, the future renowned commentator and spokesperson of the Church, had to admit that having such a student was truly a blessing bestowed upon a great sage through nine lifetimes of good deeds.
This is a major documentary series about how if my organization doesn't contact me, I'll have to infiltrate the enemy leadership. We'll continue to report on it.
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