"That kind of writing is dead. Probably no one besides the ghosts of those Indigenous people can read it."
Inside the Indigenous Victims Memorial Hall, the female guide in black held up a small red flag and waved it at an enormous concrete wall carved with strange markings.
Only then did Chang Xu realize that those messy, ghostly scribbles were actually writing.
The guide turned around and smiled at the two Players following closely behind her. "Your application for a visit stated that you wished to read the surviving Indigenous documents. I'm afraid I have to pour cold water on that idea—no one can understand what's written on them."
Oh, so the Players had come to read documents...
Chang Xu listened absentmindedly, his gaze drifting once again toward Qi Si's memorial portrait on the wall.
Qi Si was in this Instance too. Though Chang Xu did not know whether he was dead or alive, that information alone was enough to put him on alert.
He still could not forget the sensation of being pierced by the Sea God Scepter. It had felt as though he were being pulverized from the inside out, crumbling into dust from the wound outward.
At the time, he had awakened from the Sea of Hopelessness dream on the brink of death and found himself submerged in seawater. There was no wound on his chest, yet the lingering pain remained so vivid.
He had struggled desperately, barely managing to keep himself afloat. While tilting his head back to breathe with difficulty, he had forced himself to watch the ending through. Only after three minutes had passed and he was transported out of the Instance did he finally lose consciousness.
He had barely managed to reclaim his life. Though rationally, he knew that one should not hate