These people looked like they had died only recently. There was no hope of bringing them back to life.
But why was there a child here?
Lu Cang surveyed the scene around him, mentally working backward through everything that had happened. As a Decipherer, he gleaned information from the tiniest details in his surroundings, gradually reconstructing all the events that had taken place in the area.
The child behind him was already so frightened his legs had gone weak.
With a thump, he dropped to his knees.
"It's all right now."
"I've dealt with the monsters here."
Mind Magic spread in soothing ripples, calming the boy's mind. Even though he should have been terrified, Lu Cang's magic left him feeling remarkably calm.
He gazed at Lu Cang, somewhat bewildered.
Lu Cang explained gently, "I was just passing by when I noticed something was wrong here, so I came over."
"But it looks like I arrived too late."
The boy opened his mouth, his expression twisting.
He was in pain, but Lu Cang's enforced calm suppressed his anguish.
"Are... are they all dead?" the boy asked.
Lu Cang replied, "Yes. From what I can tell, no one survived."
"Why..."
"This is a dungeon, right? As adventurers, they must have known the risks and accepted that they could die here."
"But why were you here?"
"You're not a Class-changer, are you?"
Lu Cang glanced at the boy. He looked to be only nine years old, far too young to change classes.
Even an Early Awakener would have a hard time changing classes so young.
Besides, Lu Cang couldn't sense even the slightest trace of a Class-changer's aura on him.
"Big brother, you're not from around here, are you?"
The boy had plenty of questions of his own, but he chose to answer