NFBE Chapter 275 [Empire] Red Eyes
Chapter 275 [Empire] Red Eyes
Wen Ya paused and sighed softly, "You don't know the origins of that piece of meat, nor do you know the consequences it might cause. Maybe you think you can handle it, but if something really happens, who will come to help you?"
His tone was calm, yet it carried a sense of oppression that I couldn't ignore. I didn't answer, simply continuing my walk, my steps more cautious. He saw my reluctance and didn't seem to want to continue arguing. He simply shook his head slightly. "If you're willing to learn, I'll teach you. But if you don't want to learn, don't touch those things anymore."
"Wen Ya, can the healing ability unique to new women detoxify?" I suddenly spoke, my voice a little hesitant.
Wen Ya paused, turning slightly to look at me. A trace of thought crossed his eyes, as if he were weighing his response. I expected him to immediately give a yes or no, but he simply shook his head. "Not necessarily."
"Not necessarily?" I frowned, somewhat puzzled. "I remember it can repair wounds and restore physical strength. It should be very powerful."
Wen Ya sighed, tilted her head slightly, and pointed to a strange vine not far away. "The healing ability is indeed powerful, but it doesn't work directly by 'detoxifying'. Instead, it works by repairing cellular damage and enhancing the body's self-healing ability to combat toxins. If the toxin is too complex, such as some toxins that can affect the mind or alter genes, the effectiveness of the healing ability will be greatly reduced."
His eyes grew serious. "More importantly, healing powers come at a price. For the practitioner, using their powers is also a form of expenditure. If the poison is too strong, or the patient is already extremely weak, the practitioner may overdraw their energy and even endanger their own life."
Listening to his explanation, my heart sank inexplicably. I knew the green light was very energy-consuming, but I hadn't expected it to be this way. I was silent for a moment, but couldn't help but ask, "Then... is there any poison that even healing powers can't counteract?"
Wen Ya didn't answer immediately. Instead, his gaze narrowed slightly, and he turned and continued walking. His back seemed heavy, and his voice lowered a few notes: "Yes. For example, the toxins of some combat plants not only target the body, but also corrode the mind and soul. Even the most powerful healing abilities can only delay the effects, not completely eliminate them."
His tone made the air stagnate. I subconsciously clenched my fists and whispered, "So... in this situation, all we can do is wait for death?"
He stopped and looked back at me, his eyes filled with complexity and uneasiness. "It's not about waiting to die, but about finding a way to avoid being poisoned. Once you're poisoned... the best solution is to prevent it from spreading."
I heard the hidden meaning in his words, and my heart tightened. Perhaps he had realized that my situation was much more complicated than I let on.
My fingers scratched unconsciously at my trousers, my fingertips digging into the fabric, as if trying to find some relief. Wen Ya's words echoed in my mind: the toxins he mentioned, the irresistible erosion... For some reason, I subconsciously connected them with the green seedling.
My goal is to raise that seedling. But if, as Wen Ya says, those toxins corrode not only the body, but also the mind and soul... does this mean that both the seedling and I are essentially "erased"? — To prevent the spread.
I thought of the seal on the cyan magic book and the future it showed me.
Isn't that beautiful yet eerie blue twin flower exactly what it will look like when it matures? Everything tells me that its existence is dangerous and contrary to common sense, and my goal is to raise it myself.
I gently closed my eyes, feeling an indescribable heaviness in my chest. If that seedling was so dangerous, why had I brought it to this point? Where did the impulse to connect with it come from? Or perhaps... it wasn't my choice at all, but its influence on me?
Thinking of this, a chill ran down my spine. If this were true, then it had become a fate I couldn't escape. It was pulling me toward an abyss, and I, willingly, followed.
My fingers stopped scratching, and I looked down at the wrinkled trouser legs I had made. A more terrifying thought emerged in my mind - if I am part of the "erosion", then have I also become something that should be erased?
The air was filled with the scent of earth. Wen Ya's footsteps echoed from a distance. He seemed to sense my change in mood and stopped. But I didn't want to look up at him, not even dared to meet his gaze. Was my existence now a mistake?
In the puddle at my feet, I caught sight of my own reflection. My eyes had taken on a faint, watery red hue, like a thin mist shrouding my pupils. My breath hitched, and I instinctively took a step back, trying to avoid this unreal image. But the reflection followed me everywhere, piercing me and impossible to ignore.
This body's old troubles. The watery red eyes, a sign of madness, a sign of madness. I know I should be afraid, but deeper than that, a familiar chill sweeps through me. This state has saved me more than once. It enhances my combat prowess, like a double-edged sword, slicing a bloody path in times of imminent danger.
Memories flooded back uncontrollably—that near-death experience during military training. I remember the suffocating sensation of collapsing in the dust, the screams of my comrades and the sounds of flesh tearing apart. And then, my eyes changed to this. At that moment, I could hear nothing, only the force within me that seemed to tear me apart, yet simultaneously pushed me forward to fight. That state made me fearless, yet also filled with a deep madness.
Now, the red hue has reappeared. I know it's my body's warning: the threat is imminent, serious enough to trigger my subconscious. I lower my head, staring at the gradually crimson eyes in the puddle, my chest heaving slightly, my heartbeat accelerating.
Was it because of the seedling? Or was it the hidden danger it posed? Regardless, I couldn't ignore the signal. No matter how I tried to calm myself, my body seemed to have sensed the threat before my mind did. That sense of danger seeped into my bones, looming over me like an invisible shadow.
I raised my head, trying to distance myself from the image, but my feet seemed to be nailed to the spot.