Flavia (Part 2)

"Missed you so much I could die," Diya muttered. "The fusion with the second Hell Fragment made my mental power surge threefold, and it's been growing constantly these past few days. It's increased quite a bit again now."

"Let me see. Sure enough, your mental strength is much greater than before. It can already support your body entering the Hell Fragment now." Diablo checked Diya's mental power and found that the originally extremely thin mental power had grown much denser.

"With my current mental power, I should be able to awaken the sleeping mercenary in the Rogue Encampment's Mercenary Guild now, right?" Diya asked.

"Of course. Come in."

Diya focused his mental power on the first fragment in his mind. At this moment, inside his mind, two fragments were joined together, forming a larger, brand-new fragment. The instant his mental power touched the fragment, it drained away like water sucked off by a pump. With a whoosh, the scenery before Diya's eyes changed, and he once again arrived in the Rogue Encampment.

"Oh my, Xiao Li, do you have some kind of exhibitionist hobby?" Diablo's voice rang out from behind him, full of teasing. Diya could not help glancing down at himself. He had taken off his long robe earlier, and now he was wearing only a sleeveless undershirt and extremely short **.

"I'm not completely exposed," Diya said indifferently. "Is your soul more complete now?"

"That's right. After you fused with the second fragment, another portion of my soul was patched back in. My soul power is even stronger now, and I can control more Hellfire. Oh, right—Radish said he can now sense the power fluctuations of fragments within fifty meters," Diablo said leisurely.

"Only fifty meters?" When Diya heard that, he could not help feeling a little disappointed. Although it was five times more than before, fifty meters was still far too short. It was nowhere near enough for searching for Hell Fragments.

"Be content. If you want to sense a wider range, you need to fuse with more Hell Fragments." Diablo rolled his eyes at Diya. That feeling struck Diya as extremely strange. Diablo, of all people, could actually make that sort of expression. It seemed those fifteen years on Earth really had assimilated him.

"I'm not talking to you about this. Let's go awaken the sleeping mercenary." As Diya spoke, he walked toward the Mercenary Guild. Entering the Mercenary Guild once more, the beautiful woman statue was still maintaining its original posture, ready to attack.

"What do I need to do to awaken her?" Diya asked.

"Gather your mental power and send it into her mind. Make contact with her mental power and set it running again. That will awaken her," Diablo explained in detail.

"Since you know it so clearly, why don't you awaken her?"

"With this method, after the other party is awakened, they will acknowledge you as their master. Although my soul and yours are already bound together, our consciousnesses are not the same."

Diya said nothing more. He closed his eyes. According to scientific proof, it was easier to concentrate mental power when one's eyes were shut. The large amount of mental power remaining in his mind was mobilized, then gathered into a mass within his soul. Suddenly, Diya's eyes snapped open, his pupils turning a faint silvery white, as if rings of ripples were radiating out and sinking into the statue's head.

He only felt as if the "scene before his eyes" had changed, and Diya already found himself in a stretch of darkness. There was no light here, no wind. Other than darkness, there was only darkness. Even when he tried hard to "open" his eyes, he still could not see anything.

Diya began wandering aimlessly. This place was like a boundless universe, and Diya was working hard to search for this mercenary's mental power. Once someone fell into slumber, the activity of their mental power would also stop along with it.

He carefully sensed the places he flew past. Between mental powers, each could produce a certain degree of response to the other. So as long as Diya could capture that trace of response, he would be able to find this mercenary's sleeping mental power.

Gradually, Diya had no idea how much time had passed. An extremely obscure fluctuation came from ahead, like a navigation light. Diya's heart filled with joy, and he sped up, flying in the direction of that fluctuation. As he drew closer, the intensity of the fluctuation grew stronger and stronger, and Diya also saw a dim silvery-white mist gathered into a ring, silent like a pool of dead water.

Diya's mental power approached that faint silvery-white mist. The moment they touched, the mist trembled, and in the outside world, the beautiful woman statue's body also shuddered with it. Diya's mental power continuously made contact with that silvery-white mist again and again, and the mist's trembling became more violent each time.

Suddenly, Diya felt something shoot out from within the mist and pierce into his mental power. In the unseen workings of fate, his mental power and that mass of mental power actually gained a marvelous degree of compatibility, and that mist began to tremble in a regular rhythm, gradually increasing in strength.

Immediately after, the silvery-white mist began to spin. As soon as Diya saw that his task was complete, he hurriedly withdrew his mental power. The scene before his eyes changed abruptly, and Diya, pale-faced, swayed twice, his steps somewhat staggering.

After checking himself, Diya discovered that his mental power had actually been almost completely consumed. A faint dizziness coiled around his head. Diya quickly walked to the side and sat down to rest, while still watching for any movement from the beautiful woman statue.

"She is awakening," Diablo said. "I can sense her body gradually giving off vitality."

Sure enough, when Diya looked over, the statue's somewhat grayish-white skin was gradually regaining a rosy hue, looking a little more alive. Then the statue's eyelids fluttered and slowly opened. Her fingers twitched, her arms lowered, and she turned around to look at Diya. A blush could not help appearing on her cheeks. "Master."

Fortunately, Diablo had already said before that awakening her was equivalent to signing a master-servant contract, so Diya did not lose composure. He only felt that after this person awakened, she looked a few shades more spiritually beautiful than before.

Diya's gaze sized up the beauty. Thinking back, it seemed he had touched here and grabbed there on her body earlier, and he subconsciously flicked his fingers.

"What is your name?" A thought flashed through Diya's mind, and he could not help asking.

"Master, I am Flavia." The beautiful mercenary slung the wooden bow behind her back and spoke respectfully, somewhat afraid to look at Diya, because right now Diya was only wearing an undershirt and **.

"Flavia." Diya felt as if he had passed through time and space. Wasn't Flavia precisely that mercenary in Diablo who always guarded the entrance from the Blood Moor to the Cold Plains? He remembered her arrows were quite sharp.

"Um, Flavia, do you still remember what happened here? How is it that only you are left?"

"Master, I only remember that my name is Flavia. I cannot remember anything else." Flavia's expression turned a little dim.

"Heh heh, being able to survive the explosion of hell is already very good. What else are you hoping for?" Diablo laughed from the side.

"You are..." Flavia looked at Diablo, a trace of confusion flashing through her eyes. Just now, Diya had been worrying that if Flavia fully remembered the past, then according to the game Diablo, she would definitely recognize Diablo. Now it seemed she had indeed forgotten.

"He is called Diablo. Mm, my friend," Diya introduced.

"Greetings." Flavia bowed to Diablo, making Diablo chuckle.

"All right, Flavia. Let's go outside and take a look." Diya stood up. His mental power had recovered a little; although it could not be used to do anything, normal walking was no longer a problem.