"Yes. A mission," Bella replied. "If you only had ten days left to live, what would you want to do?"
"Ten days?" Lu Sheng paused. "I'd probably want to look around, see things I'd never encountered before. Try them, experience them—all kinds of new things."
"Yes. That was what I thought too. This is my third day. It was nice meeting you."
"Is that so? It was nice meeting you too," Lu Sheng replied.
"Then, goodbye?"
"Mm. Goodbye."
The water mirror before Lu Sheng's eyes slowly dissipated, and the voice gradually faded away as well.
He lowered his head and looked at his hand. A pale yellow mist vortex slowly emerged in his palm.
That was his Unseen Hand.
Rather than an ability, the Unseen Hand was more like a substance. An organ.
Like the Gray Mist Power, it had been birthed alongside this world on the brink of extinction, possessing some exceedingly special trait from the very beginning.
In the Despair World, where nothingness and existence intertwined, the emergence of these two abilities seemed only natural.
"That's truly impressive."
He now understood what the Unseen Hand's ability actually was.
After a pause, Lu Sheng stretched out his hand and gently pressed it against the ground.
His consciousness swiftly recalled this entire land, this island.
Threads of yellow mist from the Unseen Hand slowly seeped into the earth.
Gradually, faint voices began to echo through his mind.
"Ah... so many things have grown on me... so many, so many..."
It was the low, trembling voice of an old man.
Lu Sheng frowned and listened more closely.
"So many have grown... so many things... so many..."
That voice kept repeating the same sentence afterward, with nothing new added.
After listening for over ten minutes and still hearing only that one sentence,