"I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."
"It hurts. It hurts so much. Who? Who will save me?"
"Ming'er, grow up well. Dad... Dad can't stay with you anymore..."
Nameless crouched beside the rock and listened closely to its muttering. Gradually, he frowned. Something felt wrong.
He thought for a moment, then chose his words carefully. "Who is Ming'er?"
"Who? Who's talking to me? Oh no, am I hallucinating? Is my time almost up?" the rock asked in terror.
"I'm Nameless, not a hallucination," Nameless replied. "Now it's your turn to answer my question."
"Not a hallucination? Thank goodness." The rock breathed a sigh of relief.
Nameless frowned. "You still haven't answered me. Who is Ming'er?"
"Sir, have you been corrupted?" Pangolin asked in horror when he saw Nameless crouching there and muttering to himself.
Little Drillwind immediately started backing away. Nameless looked up and cast them a cool glance. They shut their mouths at once, not daring to disturb him.
"What exactly are you?" Nameless asked the rock again.
He had noticed that none of the surrounding rocks spoke. Even some that had not been corrupted remained silent. Unless he prodded them, they probably would not mutter to themselves like this one.
That meant this rock was special. And from what Nameless had overheard, he already had a few suspicions.
But the rock fell silent, as quiet as a real rock.
"All right. You've missed your only chance to escape."
Nameless waited a moment. Knowing he could not wait any longer, he rose to his feet.
"Hmph. Give up. You'll be locked in here until you die. Even if I, Tianxing Mingyue, die here, I will never cooperate with a monster like you, whose crimes are piled to the heavens," the rock said with