"When it comes to guessing... it's not difficult to guess. Since the skinned people have been around her, and even in some aspects, they are willing to obey her commands, you can probably guess that what she has in her hands is related to the Curse of the Skinner. I don't know much about the history of the Dead, but Ada knows a little more. The Skinner was completely eliminated by Menak back then, but if it were completely eliminated, why would the Curse of the Skinner appear? After being with Soshiyan for a long time, I have gained a deeper understanding of the Star God, so I guess the Skinner was not really eliminated, but... it's even more broken, no matter how much shattered, atoms or protons, the Star God will always instinctively get together again, and what's worse is that the skinned people are so fine that they can't even be imprisoned. Szarak also knows this."
Oscar paved back and forth with a cigar in his fingers, like a detective, occasionally stopping to look at Lana, as if he wanted to see the other party's reaction.
"Then we can make an assumption, from Szarak's perspective, how can we limit a star god who cannot be imprisoned and cannot be broken? There are actually not many choices, but the star god fragments have one thing in common, that is, the largest piece of fragments will instinctively attract and collect other smaller pieces. So if we choose the largest piece of fragments, we do not imprison but maintain its activity and attractiveness to smaller pieces, so that they cannot aggregate, and then put them under supervision, is it a...a more perfect solution?"
Tarasin touched his chin and nodded in contemplation.
"It seems that the solution is really good."
"This... Ms. Lana, what do you think?"
Lana didn't answer, but was just silent.
"Then follow this guess and you will probably come to a conclusion. The first victim of the skinning curse... was created by Szarak himself or ordered. After creating it, Szarak used some technology to "seal" or "transform" it into a state of life and non-death, thus limiting the reunion of the particles and fragments of Landogor, the terrible star god. Originally, the skinners should have swallowed each other and fought with each other until the strongest appeared, but they did not. They were actually attracted to somewhere, I guess they were attracted to somewhere.
Fang, but he cannot be integrated, and can only exist like a walking corpse until he is completely annihilated, and the curse particles on his body find the next victim... But even so, the problem has not been completely solved, because it cannot be reunited, the curse of the skinder will continue to spread, and the place responsible for preserving this "limiter" will definitely gather a large number of skinders, and the dynasty will inevitably be infected. It is said that it should be Minak for this task, but Szalak will definitely not be able to bear his right-hand man, so he has a high probability..."
Halfway through, Okam reached out to Tarasin and shook his palm.
"...Don't get me wrong, I'm not slandering your Silent King, but I just guessed that he might have packaged this 'limiter' into something and gave it to the Orosk Dynasty, wanting them to be this scapegoat... But it may be a technical omission or other accident. This dynasty quickly fell in the curse of the skinder, and a large piece of fragment of the skinder appeared. In this case, Szarak, who had not left yet, could only force the dynasty to sleep in advance and find a way to improve the 'limiter', and handed it to the nearby Laisha Dynasty before the collective sleep of the fear of the dead, and asked it to be a monitor and custodian until he came up with a better way to solve it. Therefore, the essence of this thing is actually a piece of the skinder... fragment, and it is related to the first transformed skinder."
After Okam finished speaking, he threw the remaining cigar tail on the ground and stomped it out.
"So Szalak would not want Soshiyan to get this thing. The skinned man is nothing, but with the skinned man curse, maybe... it's really terrifying. You said this is a coincidence. A remote casting world can connect with Ulan Huda, and then it happened to cause the gene thief again. Ms. Lana happened to steal this thing and caused the Laisha Dynasty to be disrupted, and the gene thief was disrupted. By chance, Soshiyan was attracted..."
Facing Okam's words, Tarasin spread his hands.
"Not me, you know, I have no interest in this complex big chess game."
"But you want this thing, you have been planning for a long time, and she must have received your indirect help from you. People often don't know it in the chess game... All things, accidental and inevitable, are linked together, and there are always some existences that are very good at this."
"so."
Tarasin reached out and pointed at Lana.
"Do you think she has a problem?"
"Just crossing the river."
Taracin turned his head.
"Princess Lana, who is the academic community of higher technicians who sent you to steal this?"
Lana didn't answer.
But Tarasin seemed to have gotten the answer, looking at Okam.
"You seem to have guessed it right by the untrue person, but this has no effect on me. Do you want to stop me?"
Okam shrugged.
"I said stop, will you stop?"
"Won't."
"That's it, I, an unknown Asatte, have the ability to stop the famous Endless One?"
Tarasin laughed dryly and turned toward Lana, but just took a step, Okam's slow words stopped him.
"But after you go back, you have to rack your brains to find ways to strengthen your museum and think about what welcome ceremony should be used when Soshiyang knocks on the door with Burning Tian and an entire Eternal Royal Court army. You also know that sometimes he is a little impulsive. If you accidentally see something, it may cause irreversible losses to your collection. I wonder if you fear the deceased have the business of insurance."
Taracin turned his head slowly like a puppet.
"Then my old friend, you will not leak this to him, right? Including the location of my museum."
Okam raised his eyebrows slightly and a smile came out of the corner of his mouth.
"It is indeed a good idea to open the dimensional prison and arrest me together. It will take some time for Soshiyang to investigate. After all, the clowns have just left."
Hearing this, Tarasin slowly lowered his left hand that had been quietly carried behind him.
"Is this how I treat my friends?"
Tarasin suddenly said angrily:
"Your stereotype of my opinion on me has deeply hurt my heart. I must tell you this."
Okam waved his hand with a smile.
Chapter completed!