Lord of Mysteries: The Cultivator - Chapter 27
A few days later, “Sea of Ruins…”
The Sea of Ruins is a mysterious and dangerous sea area. In just half a day, Quinn witnessed the Sun Chariot which would turn people into ashes just by looking at it, corpses that emitted panting sounds that almost caused one to lose control, bonfires floating on the sea surface, and so on.
These things were all extremely dangerous, and some even Quinn, as a Demigod, could not resist.
Just as noon was approaching and lunch was about to be served in the restaurant, another strange thing happened: darkness abruptly descended.
“Eh, who turned off the lights?” This was Quinn’s first reaction.
“Hermit” Cattleya’s calm and mature voice came from the Captain’s cabin, echoing in every corner of the “Future”: “Return to your room, or find any corner, and let yourselves fall asleep.”
“Until you wake up naturally.”
“Toxin Expert” Frank asked loudly with some confusion: “What happens if we don’t sleep?”
Quinn nodded curiously.
Cattleya stood behind the Captain’s cabin window and said: “When we wake up, we will find that you have disappeared, never to be found again.”
“How scary!”
Quinn exclaimed very cooperatively. He immediately ran back to his room and flung himself onto the bed.
Closing and opening his eyes, Quinn found himself in a strange place.
Surrounding Quinn was a black monastery and a huge spire. He was in the central plaza, with collapsed stone pillars beside him.
Frank, Nina, and Navigator Otolov were here, but Gehrman and Cattleya were nowhere to be seen.
Frank and the others’ expressions were like they had just woken up, in a hazy state, doing their own things, but Quinn felt unusually awake.
Quinn walked up to Frank and saw him digging at broken stones with an iron shovel. At his feet were food items such as white bread, pan-fried fish, and toasted bread.
Quinn asked curiously: “Frank, what are you doing?”
“Quinn!” A surprised expression appeared on Frank’s face. He excitedly explained: “I plan to use these things to cultivate my little darlings and allow bulls to produce milk.”
Quinn thought for a moment and asked with some confusion: “Then where should the milk from the bull come out?”
Frank fell into deep thought.
Quinn decided not to disturb him and walked over to Nina and Otolov, who were sitting on a collapsed stone pillar.
Nina was gulping down alcohol, and Otolov was silently watching her. The atmosphere was quite harmonious.
Quinn didn’t want to break this beautiful atmosphere. Bypassing them, Quinn quietly released some of his ability, making the surrounding vitality more vigorous, to make the atmosphere even more harmonious.
He passed through the square and arrived at the entrance of the black spire. A door about ten meters high sealed the entrance. Driven by curiosity, Quinn tried to push open the huge door.
A sharp, grating sound rang out, as chilling as fingernails scraping a blackboard. Quinn walked into the hall. The surrounding walls and the dome above were connected by magnificent murals. In the center of the hall, a man’s figure stood with his back to Quinn, holding an axe, chopping down sections of giant logs one by one.
Quinn walked up to the man and greeted him: “Hello…”
The man heard Quinn’s voice, immediately put away the axe, straightened up, and faced Quinn.
It was a young man in appearance, with short golden hair parted three-seven, and focused and serious emerald green eyes.
Upon seeing Quinn’s face, a gentle smile immediately appeared on his face: “Hello, beautiful lady.”
Quinn’s mood suddenly became not beautiful.
He scowled and subconsciously raised his voice: “Look clearly, I’m a pure man!”
“Hiss…” The man unconsciously took a breath. He observed Quinn’s smooth, emerald long hair and the Mother Goddess of Earth bishop’s robe, then tentatively asked: “Planter?”
Quinn nodded.
“Aiya…” The man slapped his thigh and said with a bright smile: “It’s only a matter of time…”
Bang! Thud!
Furious, Quinn stomped his foot hard. The ground beneath his feet seemed to come alive, swallowing the man who couldn’t react in time, leaving only a stunned head exposed outside.
Quinn’s face was frosty. He looked down at the annoying man and said: “You don’t need to remind me of this kind of thing.”
“Now, I ask, you answer.”
The man tried to struggle, but to no avail. He gave a bitter smile and nodded.
“Who are you, and what are you doing here.”
“My name is Anderson Hood, a treasure hunter, and I’m trapped here.”
“Where is this place.”
“That… I don’t know.”
Anderson tried to shrug his shoulders to express his helplessness.
But realizing he was buried in the dirt, he could only show a bitter smile.
Quinn squatted down, leaning forward, staring intently at Anderson Hood, trying to use a posture full of oppressive force to verify if Anderson was telling the truth.
Anderson stared blankly at Quinn. After a few seconds, he suddenly spoke: “I admit you look very charming from this angle, but %￥&#…”
Two vines broke through the soil and violently clamped Anderson’s mouth shut. The tremendous force made him feel like his skull was about to explode.
The corner of Quinn’s mouth curved into an emotionless arc. He planned to teach this forgetful hunter a serious lesson.
At this moment, a blinding sunlight suddenly shone in, dyeing the hall pure white and completely dissipating the dream.
Quinn opened his eyes, exiting the dream.
F**k! This damned dream! Quinn still felt the lingering anger. He even thought this was a method used by the Fallen Mother Goddess to wear down his will.
Quinn turned his head and looked at the position of the sun outside the window, judging that about thirty minutes had passed since he entered the dream.
He angrily left the room and returned to the restaurant to continue eating lunch.
Where do I look like a woman! Quinn picked up the white bread and took a fierce bite, not noticing the sailors secretly peeking at him from behind.
To the sailors on the ship, this new passenger seemed to possess a unique aura. It was different from the Captain’s maturity and the Boatswain’s sultriness, but rather a vitality as refreshing as the sea breeze, which made them yearn for it. However, this was merely the life aura Quinn unconsciously emitted.
After the pirates finished their lunch shift, “Star Admiral” Cattleya once again pushed open the Captain’s cabin window, amplifying her voice with magic:
“There is an island 1.5 nautical miles ahead. We will anchor there and wait for the storm to pass.”
“In this ocean, a terrifying storm may appear whenever noon and night alternate. I’m not sure when it will come. But I think it’s safer to wait for it to pass before continuing the voyage.”
More than half an hour later, lead-colored clouds appeared one after another. A huge storm rose from the sea level, covering the Sea of Ruins like the inverted palm of a giant.
Rain pelted the deck, the fierce wind almost blew down the mast, and the wall planks collapsed.
A quarter of an hour later, the storm gradually subsided. Sunshine and blue sky drove away the dark clouds, relighting the sky.
“You can go to the island to move around, but you cannot go deep. You must stay within the range of the cannons.” Cattleya gave the pirates a brief moment of relaxation.
“Yeah!” Quinn cheered along with the pirates. Then he was the first to rush to the deck and run toward the beach.
Gehrman was strolling ordinarily along the beach;
Cattleya was stepping on the sand, walking on the waves;
Quinn happily plunged his great scythe “Cradle” into the sand and piled up a sand sculpture.
Suddenly, the three of them simultaneously looked up in the same direction.
It was a small black dot rapidly approaching.
It was sprinting from the edge of the cliff!
The black dot grew larger and turned out to be a human figure!
The figure got closer, wearing a white shirt, black vest, and black trousers. It was a medium-built, golden-haired young man with a three-seven parting and emerald eyes.
Quinn suddenly stood up, kicked the sand sculpture into pieces, pulled out the great scythe “Cradle,” and shouted at the young man: “Anderson Hood!”