Chapter 82: Planting "Crops"
With a sudden rush, he finally broke free of the Side of Truth's contemplative state.
Thud.
Qin Xiaoxia collapsed straight onto the floor. Between the mental shock and excessive blood loss, he was pale enough to go out and scare people as a ghost.
His mind still felt as though his scattered soul was being gathered back, the daze easing layer by layer. Though he had relied on outside help, Qin Xiaoxia felt he had finally pulled through.
He shook his head, then couldn't help pressing a hand to his forehead as waves of dizziness washed over him.
"That really fucking almost went to hell. Doudou, I'll give you credit for this one..."
Qin Xiaoxia's voice was weak. He didn't blame Doudou for failing to explain why using Kormir's Statue would lead to this.
In Margeson, the makers and users of the Statue of Order presumably possessed considerable power. For them, it probably wasn't much of a burden.
Word of this unusual side effect had likely never gotten out at all, so it was understandable that Doudou didn't know.
Qin Xiaoxia couldn't help feeling fortunate. If he hadn't been something of a "genetic mutant" himself, someone else's head might have exploded.
Doudou pattered over to the round table in the corner and dragged over a chair.
"Big Cousin, sit down."
Only after Qin Xiaoxia had settled into the chair and his breathing had steadied did Doudou run off to pour him another glass of water.
Qin Xiaoxia rested for ten-odd minutes before he finally began to recover.
Next time I do this, I'll have to reinforce myself with the mystic realm's power.
At that thought, he looked up at the Shadow of the Red Banshee beside him. The language of magic he had heard in that