Harvest and Disputes

Fatigue, emptiness, a feeling of being hollowed out…

This was Aaron's first reaction. However, the stinging pain from all over his body immediately made him groan.

His limbs felt numb and sore, and he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers.

Where am I?

Aaron didn't know where he was for a moment. He stared at the empty ceiling in a daze, only knowing that he was probably lying in some room.

He was still trying to sort through his muddled thoughts, recalling fragments that he could remember.

It seemed Tog was targeted by some entity, and then he used Twisted Language?

Tog seemed to have been eaten, and then he was targeted by some entity?

That thing seemed to be called… the "Crawling Lord"?

Aaron remembered a name that flashed across the screen.

Just thinking of that name made him inexplicably feel a chill all over, the surrounding air seemed to thicken, and a strange sensation gradually spread, scaring him into quickly interrupting his thoughts.

What the heck?

I can't even think about it?

He subconsciously brought up the system, only to be shocked to find that his attributes had completely changed.

[Strength 5, Agility 6, Constitution 8, Willpower 10, Spirit 6]

Compared to his previous attributes, his stats had all surged by a large margin without him even realizing it!

What happened?

He subconsciously scrolled through the logs on the screen.

[Contacted a certain transcendent carrier, due to overload of transcendent information, forcibly organizing and categorizing information…]

[Knowledge Points insufficient, Anomaly Point generation failed…]

[Randomly consumed Knowledge Points to strengthen attribute points…]

For a moment, Aaron didn't know whether to feel regretful or fortunate.

Anomaly Points could be converted into abilities, which was naturally a good thing. Just like this time, the seemingly useless "Dream Speech: Twisted Language" had played an extremely powerful role.

He even felt like the system was consciously misinterpreting this ability; it didn't seem as trivial as described in the explanation at all.

But, wait?

On the screen, in the "Anomaly Point" section, a single digit, 1, was clearly and quietly displayed.

This one Anomaly Point…

Aaron subconsciously scrolled up again, then wisely decided not to scroll any further.

He could probably guess where this one Anomaly Point came from, and he didn't want to consume it to generate an ability for now.

The system had clearly warned that the source of the Anomaly Point would affect the generated ability.

And this Anomaly Point came from that "It." Who knew if some mishap would occur during the generation process.

He was severely incapacitated right now, with no one nearby to take care of him. If something went wrong, the consequences would be dire.

After barely surviving the heretical cultists and "It," to die so meaninglessly.

This would definitely be recorded in the collection of botched moves by transmigrators, likely a one-way trip that would plant rice directly in one's stomach.

The pain all over his body prevented him from sleeping, so he could only silently recall his experiences during this time, quietly reviewing them.

He had been in this world for several days now. As he gradually became involved in the events of this world, he had increasingly shed his initial game-like mentality.

In this world, his identity as a transmigrator probably meant nothing.

What haven't the transcendent beings here seen before?

The so-called claim of "someone from another world" was probably just an amusing anecdote to them.

How much more terrifying could it be than that "It"?

Or, perhaps, "They"?

If he truly dared to treat this transmigration to another world like a game, then the difficulty of this game would likely be on par with "All Dogs Go to Heaven: One Life Only."

Thinking of "It," Aaron's heart skipped a beat again.

He dared not think of "It," but just recalling the feeling from back then was enough to leave him with lingering fear.

Despair, darkness, pain, hatred…

He had to marvel at how lucky he was to have survived this.

It seemed this system was quite reliable.

"Awake?"

Just as Aaron was trying to review his experiences with his aching head, he heard the creak of a wooden door, followed by Sart's voice.

Aaron very reluctantly moved his neck, but before he could adjust his angle, he saw Sart's concerned expression.

"Looks like you're doing alright," Sart said cheerfully, clearly in good spirits.

Aaron weakly retorted, his voice unusually hoarse, "Does 'alright' just mean I'm not dead?"

"You should consider your condition at the time," Sart shrugged. "You were twisted into an inhuman shape, like clothes wrung out by a laundry maid. Surviving at all is pretty good."

"Heh, that's because he took the Blazing Sun Potion," Siosand impatiently strode in from the doorway.

His complexion was unusually pale, almost greenish, with heavy dark circles under his eyes. He looked like he hadn't slept well last night.

Siosand glanced at Aaron and said very solemnly, "Lord Aaron, that was the Blazing Sun Potion. It's a portion of the essence those old scholars at the Tower of the Sun steal from the sun each year."

Seeing the confusion in Aaron's eyes, he sighed. "Let me put it this way, Lord Aaron, the single drop of Blazing Sun Potion you took could probably buy half of Leyden City."

Siosand paused, forcibly suppressing the urge to roar. "Half of Leyden City."

Aaron remained bewildered, his innocent eyes blinking at Siosand.

Heaven knew, in the novels he used to read, weapons could buy entire continents, or treasures were worth hundreds of billions.

Bathing and swimming in gold coins, rolling and soaking feet in millennia-old spiritual springs – a mere half of Leyden City...

He didn't really feel anything.

It's just half of Leyden City.

Besides, the original host was a penniless bum. The largest currency he remembered seeing was gold coins, and that was after he'd sold the family estate.

However, those few pitiful gold coins hadn't even warmed up before they became chips on a gambling table minutes later.

And then... Aaron never saw those gold coins again.

After that, the original host was thrown out by the casino bouncers.

Half of Leyden City? What did that have to do with him?

But it sounded like there was more to his survival than met the eye?

"Alright, Siosand, you don't need to emphasize it," Sart waved, cutting Siosand off.

Siosand sneered, "Don't emphasize it? Senior, he doesn't know the value of this potion, but surely you do?"

Yes, before departing, his teacher Julian had indeed given him this drop of Blazing Sun Potion, but that was just in case, to prevent any unforeseen accidents.

But now?

Sart dared to use that drop of potion on an outsider?

How could Siosand accept this!

"Aren't you happy to see this?" Sart glanced at Siosand. "By doing this, I'll greatly diminish our teacher's favor. Isn't that a good thing for you?"

Thanks for the reward, Lingshui!

(You thought this could stump me?)

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