Transtor: der Transtions

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  "You're saying you have amnesia?" The fatty blinked, and then, as if f himself, muttered, "Well, that's a relief."

  Jiang g looked up, his gaze strange as he stared at the fatty.

  The fatty, who had been slow to realize, froze for a moment. Clearly, Jiang g was waiting for an expnation. "Well..." The fatty scratched his head awkwardly, and then said, "Don't misuand, but based on my years of reading novels, usually wheory starts with parents being sacrificed to the heavens, a beautiful female boss squeezing out profits, a cool-headed and intelligent protagonist, with just a slight bit of character fws—"

  The fatty grew more animated, "That's defihe hallmark of a protagonist! And with your amnesia, that's even more solid!"

  "The protagonist, do you uand? They're the ones with a halo – a plot armor, they won't die easily!"

  "That might be true for me," Jiang g tered. "But then what about you? How does that effect extend to you?"

  "I'm your number one ckey!" The fatty proudly spped his thigh, shaking off any gloom from earlier, and tinued, "In other words, I’m your number one supp character. A protagonist’s main sidekick doesn’t die easily either."

  Jiang g gave the fatty a gnce, silently stood up, and headed upstairs to sleep.

  The fatty hurriedly followed.

  "Why are you following me?" Jiang g frowned.

  The fatty stood in the doorway holding a b, "Don’t misuand doctor, I just feel scared. I'm a normal person without any self-defense ability. What if something happens during the night..."

  Jiang g pointed in the opposite dire, "Get out."

  "Alright, doctor."

  Just as the bedroom door was about to close, the fatty turned and came back.

  "Wait a minute." Seeing Jiang g’s expression shift, the fatty quickly added, "I still have some things from the st mission I haven't figured out. you expio me? I won't be able to sleep otherwise." He spoke in a pleading tone.

  Notig an opening, the fatty couldn't wait to ask, "How did you figure out that beien by the old woman’s summoned creature would mean passing the trial?" He paused awkwardly, then added, "I mean... isn't that a bit hard to figure out?"

  "Who was the first oo be eaten?" Jiang g leaned against the wall and asked.

  "The motorcycle girl," the fatty answered without hesitation.

  "Think carefully before you answer."

  The fatty froze, followed by a long silence. Suddenly, a light seemed to shine in his eyes. He quickly said, "It was the child pced ooe by the old man."

  Jiang g nodded, "That's right. That child was eaten, and then what happened?"

  "Then... the curse began! The natives were sughtered, and the invaders were transformed into new natives, waiting for the group..."

  The fatty spoke faster and faster, growing mitated as he recalled the faces of the sughtered, their smiles representing relief.

  And the invaders who ruthlessly killed.

  They lost their sanity after the child was devoured, transf into those monstrous forms. It was the curse; o activated, the blood-red light of the curse affected them.

  "It's reination," Jiang g tilted his head and gnced outside at the night, which felt even quieter than usual. His tourned mencholic, "A new reination has begun, and that marks the end of the previous cycle."

  "So... to end this current cycle, we have to offer a sacrifice," the fatty stuttered. "But it's not to the natives or the revived statues, it’s a sacrifice to the old woman?"

  "No, no, I mean to the motached to the old woman."

  "The priestess of this geion is the old woman, and the woman in the white dress was the priestess of the previous geion. Their roles are the same: to ehe curse tinues." The fatty swallowed. "Is that right?"

  "Mm."

  The fatty sighed, feeling ashamed of the gap between him and the doctor. If it were him, he would have been dead for sure by now.

  "One more thing, the people from Bckstoown had warned us," Jiang g spoke indifferently, "They said there was once a child born iown, they called him a mohe one who ate the nun who oversaw the stru of the church."

  The fatty thought for a moment, then nodded, "That’s right, doctor," after a while, he seemed to realize something, and looked at Jiang g, "So... this is a clue, right? But there's interferehe important part isn't that the moe the nun, but that the motached to the nun ate her!"

  "Doctor, you’re amazing!" he sincerely praised.

  "Ha—" Jiang g sighed, his gaze shifting to the fatty’s face. A mencholic expression reflected off his face.

  "This wasirely my idea," Jiang g expined. "I only came up with part of it. But based only on what I hypothesized, I wasn’t fident enough to bet on this."

  The fatty blihen seemed to realize something. "You’re talking about Ran, right?"

  "Mm," Jiang g nodded, not hiding it. During the st dungeon's battle, he was pletely dominated by that young man, who was around the same age as him.

  Moreover, from the look in Ran's eyes, Jiang g sensed something strange, yet familiar.

  Yes, it was from his eyes.

  That was the real reason Jiang g destroyed his eyes with a knife.

  Because of that familiarity, that inexplicable disgust, and even a deep-rooted fear.

  "Doctor," the fatty noticed the abnormality in Jiang g's face. He seemed to be suppressing something, looking someained. "Are you alright?"

  "I'm fine." After a moment, the familiar Jiang g returned.

  The fatty blinked, growing even more fused.

  But he still seized the moment to ask his final questions. From what he uood of Jiang g, this person answered questions based on his mood.

  If his mood was good, he might eain you with a few words; if not, he wouldn’t bother speaking at all.

  He was worried that when he woke up, Jiang g would be in a bad mood.

  "Do you remember the milky-white fuel ihe lighthouse? What was the deal with that?" The fatty quickly asked.

  He had heard Jiang g say that the fuel emitted a strange smell when burned, whiot only had a halluatory effect but could also awaken nearby stoatues.

  Liang Long died because of it.

  Both Su Xiaoxiao and Ran had also made a big deal out of this fuel.

  Jiang g fell silent for a rare moment before speaking, "That’s probably the fat from some creature."

  The fatty sniffed and quietly said, " Doctor, do you still remember it? The thing smelled so great after it was burned. Plus, you wouldn’t feel so hungry after sniffing it after a while. "

  (End of the Chapter)

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