Chapter 237 Dragon and Youth
Does the special organization refer to the Abnormal Foundation?
"Is there even a clue in this little game?"
Wang Hao frowned slightly.
Of course, it shouldn't be too important information, at most it's just some little easter eggs or a supplementary world view.
At this moment, a line of text was refreshed on the taskbar: [Looking for his mother], followed by a coordinate.
After taking a closer look, I saw that it was not too far away. With the power of the dragon, I flew there in two minutes.
Human beings who come to the etheric abyss all have their own unique abilities. Some are dream constructors who want to trap some rare and strange things through "dreams" to gain huge spiritual power; there are also national-level expedition teams;
There are also people who are lost by power and unknown, and they try to find wealth here.
The humans who came here were more or less prepared to die.
But this little boy can be regarded as a "perfect victim". His purpose is very simple, to find his missing mother. Is it really just a less cruel plot?
Two minutes later, the destination arrived.
The coordinates are a weird lair.
The "dragon" waved its claws, and all of them were weird "climbers" that were not very powerful, and they were all cleared away in three or two strokes.
The dragon fiddled with its claws and searched in the lair for shiny stones, some unknown plants, blue, red, and green broken glass, everything was there.
Finally, I found a piece of red cloth and a cleanly chewed thigh bone.
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Wang Hao sighed. As a man with little taste, he was not very able to appreciate tragedy...
But it was still a mission anyway, so he brought these two things back.
"This is……"
The little boy froze there, taking the red cloth and white bones, his whole body was trembling, silent, and stood motionless, like a delicate and pitiful wax figure, unable to even shed tears.
He unconsciously kicked a raised stone not far away, and the delicate leather shoes on his feet were dirty.
"Thank you, thank you." He said in a dry voice and bowed again.
"Thanks."
The dragon was indifferent. After accepting the scolding, he no longer needed to fight against his instincts.
It just doesn't quite understand what the ant is talking about.
"If you want to eat me, you can do it now. This is the reward I will give you..." The little boy said hoarsely, "I have nothing else to give you. Even if you eat me, I won't be interested."
Be angry."
Long was indifferent. He looked at him and grinned again, probably to express that the gap between his teeth was wider than his head.
There was silence for a few seconds.
The boy's face was wrinkled and his eyes were filled with tears.
"You...don't you want to eat me?"
"Then...I'll go back first...I still have some things to do."
"If you don't eat me, forget it."
The little boy activated the crystal ball in his hand, and the bright light flashed.
The moment the light surrounded him, Long turned his head, and a hidden scene was reflected in his cold pupils: the little boy covered his face and burst into tears.
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Mission [finding his mother] completed!
There is no reward.
Only in the dragon's attribute column, an item appeared: [Compassion +1022] [Wisdom +10].
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This is just a short story in the life of "Dragon" in his childhood.
Wang Hao sighed, without thinking too much, and once again devoted himself to killing, grabbing treasures, and evolving.
The deeper you go into the etheric abyss, the more pressure you feel increases. Further down is the Gutenberg interface, as if there is a layer of colorful black covering this area.
Under the Gutenberg interface, there is a real behemoth hidden. According to human professional terminology, this is the "Demon Realm".
Million-level mental strength and physical strength are just a small blip on the Gutenberg interface.
Long wanted to challenge more powerful life forms and died several times in succession.
Immortal fire has become common here. The war between demons and gods is no longer a battle between physical bodies and superpowers, but a bit like a collision between rules.
There are many "species" that have no body at all and move at speeds comparable to the speed of light.
It immediately ran away after being hit, and it didn't even know what it looked like.
After spending a lot of money on resurrection, Wang Hao couldn't help complaining: "This fighting method is so shameless. It's like flying at the speed of light in a dark forest. As long as the speed of light is the same, it is almost equivalent to invincibility."
Of course, the infinite ether abyss cannot be provoked or avoided.
As long as there is enough time, you can always find similar powerful species that specialize in physical training.
Finally, Wang Hao found an octopus monster and fought passionately for an hour before finally killing the opponent and completely devouring its power.
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The scarred "dragon" returned to a canyon on the Moho interface once again with satisfaction.
The fighting in the "Demon Realm" has made it evolve greatly, not only in terms of physical growth, but also in wisdom.
Without wisdom, you cannot survive there for a long time.
The stomach was digesting the food "big octopus" that had just been hunted. The heat erupted from the delicious core was like volcanic lava, exuding endless power. The stomach was warm, making it extremely satisfied.
As the size continues to grow, the buoyancy of the etheric abyss towards it is decreasing, and the gravity is rising instead.
The "dragon" needs to continuously consume its own strength to be able to resist this gravity. Fortunately, the underage species has some small privileges, and the idealistic gravity exerted on it is still not great.
"Dragon" is confident that it is the top predator. In this canyon of the Moho interface, no creature can threaten its survival.
Suddenly, it saw it!
A familiar figure is groping for something in the canyon...
This guy... looks a little familiar.
"Dragon" gestured at the size difference between the two sides, grinning and letting out a silent mockery.
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The young man was fully armed, holding a special metal knife, and carefully explored the surroundings. At the same time, he also held a compass-like pathfinding device in his hand.
As time goes by, he is no longer a clueless little boy.
Mottled memories passed through my mind like photos, from my mother's warm smile when I was a child, to my mother's disappearance, to my father's bald hair overnight.
Then he found the remaining pieces of clothing from his mother in the abyss of ether...
That day when he returned home, he cried heartbreakingly. How could he, who was less than seven years old, bear the pain of his mother's death?
What's more, my mother's death involves a huge secret.
This secret fell on his head, and overwhelming pressure came on him, which was caused by the panic of the world's existential crisis.
He vaguely knew something, but he felt a suffocating pain.
Those old photos are like maple leaves falling on the ground, withered, mottled, aging, and blurry.
But the most memorable thing is the huge figure that helped him find the piece of cloth...
Not all the weirdos in the Aether Abyss are crazy killing people.
As my mother said, there is always a glimmer of hope in despair. If you give up, there is truly no hope.
To be continued...