Beating Instances through Words Left by the Dead-Chapter 530 - 261: Malice (Part 3)

However, those malicious intents were too fragile. He was focusing on finding their source, and they hurriedly fled, not daring to show themselves.

Those malicious intents were very timid. Even if he didn’t actively use his Will to resist and let his Inspiration Perception open, they did not come to find him again.

Pathetic but entertaining.

Wu Chang shook his head, not bothering to deal with them, and headed towards the ruins at the center of the deserted island.

Halfway there, his Inspiration reacted. He saw a mound of snow by a large boulder on the cliff’s edge, with a piece of clothing protruding from the edge of the snow.

Someone was buried in the snow.

He pulled the person out by the corner of the clothing, revealing a man’s corpse. The man had already lost the signs of Life, his body frozen stiff, turned into a human-shaped ice sculpture.

The man was wearing a thick down jacket, fully equipped, and carrying a large backpack. It was clear he wasn’t a member of the Management Bureau but rather a native of this Plane.

Through the shattered goggles, Wu Chang could see the man’s face. His face was thin and weak, wearing thin-framed black metal glasses. Just by his face shape and glasses, it was obvious he was a Scholar.

However, his face did not reveal knowledge at this moment, but instead was filled with fear. His eyes were wide open, his eyeballs bulging out, and the lower half of his face was bloodied and terribly mutilated, as if he had fallen from the cliff above.

Judging by the man’s attire, he likely came to this isolated island for research or exploration, yet fell to his death in a place no one knew.

As a native of this Plane, his death was meaningless, but to Wu Chang, his death was very valuable.

Because on him, Wu Chang saw a faint trace of resentment.

Wu Chang fixed his gaze on the resentment, only to see it turn into a blizzard-laden whirlwind, rushing towards him.

The snowstorm persisted; no, he had already entered the resentment, attached to the perspective of the deceased man, moving slowly forward against the blizzard.

The man was not alone; they were part of a small team of eight people in total.

They traversed the dark island. From the man’s perspective, Wu Chang could hear whispers and low growls constantly emerging from the surrounding darkness. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Those bullies, so active when facing ordinary people.

Each team member held an Oil Lamp, burning golden oil inside, emitting a warm glow at night, preventing the darkness’ malicious intents from approaching.

The man Wu Chang was embodying was the weakest physically; just walking through knee-deep snow made him sweat profusely, soon nearing the point of falling behind.

"Wells, keep up! If you fall behind, don’t expect us to turn back to save you!" A stern voice came over the radio, with the tone of a military officer.

"Colonel Johnson, I... I can’t breathe." Wells replied intermittently.

The radio barked again, "This is just the beginning, Wells. If you can’t endure this much, then you should stay in the warm research facility, continuing to study those damn ancient texts instead of holding the team back!"

"I’m telling you, there are two hours left before the island goes into deep night. If you don’t reach the Shelter on time and I get consumed by darkness, I’ll shoot you in the head before that happens!"

Wells glanced at his watch, which had a special dial. A 24-hour circle, marked by midnight and noon, with the side from 0 to 12 o’clock twinkling with starlight, and the other half completely dark.

The entire island had no day, only a distinction between deep night and shallow night.

The current time displayed was 10 o’clock, about to enter deep night.

Wells knew he was in the wrong, so he didn’t argue, just tried his best to keep up.

Colonel Johnson was right; his physical condition was better suited for staying at the warm rear research room, brewing a cup of coffee, leisurely decoding the texts from the front line.

But he didn’t want that. From past text translations, he had glimpsed a huge secret, a mad message capable of overturning the world.

As one of the few Scholars in the world who could decode that ancient script, he believed he was chosen by God. His mission was to unveil that secret.

So he insisted on joining the team, wanting to be the first to witness that secret!

Just as he was about to exhaust his strength, the teammate ahead of him stopped, turned, and assisted him onward.

"Thank you, Fujita."

Fujita Hideyuki, a folklorist, adventurer, had ventured into many ruins only existing in myths, also having some knowledge of ancient scripts.

But far inferior to him.

Colonel Johnson valued Fujita’s rich experience, thus invited him into the team. The few documents he received previously were provided by Fujita.

He insisted on joining the frontline of the expedition team, partly to see what the texts mentioned, ahead of Fujita.

The secrets of the world should belong to civilization. Damn yellow-skinned monkey, don’t think of seeing the world’s secret before him.

In his heart, Wells recited the racial slur several times, but he still needed Fujita Hideyuki for the moment, so he humbly thanked him:

"Fujita, we’re both Scholars, only you and I similarly revere knowledge, understand to respect the researchers."

Fujita smiled and said, "Professor Wells, I’ve always been your admirer. Working with you is truly a great honor."

Wells felt proud and said, "I am also very pleased to work with you."

As an adventurer, Fujita Hideyuki possessed unusual physical strength. He could easily keep pace with the main force while helping Wells, essentially dragging Wells along, sparing much of Wells’s own energy, allowing him to catch his breath and speak fluently.

The two conversed warmly along the way, quickly becoming well-acquainted.

Fujita Hideyuki was eager for knowledge, inquiring a lot about the direction of ancient text interpretation from Wells, even making time to have him identify several images.

Wells loved to be a teacher, generously answering all of Fujita Hideyuki’s questions.

However, as time passed, Fujita Hideyuki’s questions became increasingly difficult. Some ancient texts required Wells to combine the contexts, interpreting part guesswork, to say a vague meaning.

Eventually, the photos Fujita Hideyuki took out began to make Wells cautious, as the texts on the photos were related to the previously discovered ancient scripts, clearly recorded in the same place.

But the photos Fujita Hideyuki produced, he had never seen them before.

Just when he wanted to refuse to answer, he realized the radio had been cut off. He and Fujita Hideyuki had unknowingly separated from the main force.

"Professor Wells, this is my last question. Please tell me what it means."

After making the final interpretation, Fujita Hideyuki bowed to him, then extinguished the Oil Lamp in Wells’s hand.

"Professor Wells, I am the Divine Envoy chosen by God."