Chapter 593

In Marvel, the System Worked for Me

The room next door belonged to Shi Yanyan. Several tables were covered with bottles and jars filled with liquids of every color. Some held lizards, geckos, venomous snakes, spiders, centipedes, and more.

The last room was a bedroom. A corpse with a blue-purple face lay on the bed.

"Dad!" Kara rushed toward him.

Geralt pulled her back.

"What are you doing?!" Kara shouted.

She had lost control.

Geralt struck the back of her neck with the edge of his hand, knocking her out.

He walked to the bed.

The corpse was the father from the family photo. He looked much older than he had in the picture.

His hair was gray-white.

His face was blue-purple.

Gauze wrapped his chest, stained by black medicinal liquid seeping through it.

Geralt used his dagger to lift the gauze away.

A wound ran across the man's chest, from his left armpit to the right side.

It was deep, crudely stitched, and smeared with herbs.

But he had died anyway.

He might have died from blood loss, poisoning, or complications from an infection.

The precise cause would require further investigation.

Geralt found a diary beside the bed.

On the title page, someone had written:

[There are no strangers in the world, only friends we haven't met yet.

—To my beloved Kaecilius, from Pamela]

Kaecilius.

Pamela.

Kara's parents.

The name "Kara" came from the beginning and end of her parents' names.

It symbolized the child born of their love.

There was nothing remarkable about the first half of the diary. Its pages portrayed a happy, loving family, until...

[In the chaos, I took my wife's hand and fled into the jungle. We got lost.

The jungle is terrifying. Every step is a struggle.

Holy Father, please show us mercy.