Chapter 93 Lost Memories! Second Update
2015-08-23
Author: Floating Tower
(Anger, sadness, and madness—whether human, ghost, or monster, it is merely a heart burdened by a magical debt.)
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“Hey, hey, hey!”
“Say something! You’re not mute! What’s your name?”
“My name is Little Yan.”
“You are so boring! … Talk to me for a bit! …”
Under the gray sky.
Two figures, one big and one small, move forward on the barren land of the Land of Forgotten. The Construct Girl reminds Soren of the Brass Dragon he encountered initially; if the two of them were to be together, they could probably chat for days and nights.
Since ancient times, chaos breeds jesters.
The Gurenba Arena is located to the south of the Land of Forgotten, near an active volcano where many demons gather—some for trading, and some purely for slaughter and satisfaction. There are many such arenas in the Bottomless Abyss, where Demon Lords encourage their minions to kill one another to rise in rank. However, there are not many large-scale arenas that maintain order; Gurenba Arena is the most famous in the upper abyss because powerful demon sorcerers have established the rules here.
The Construct Girl seems to talk a lot.
But much of it is repetitive. Soren is certain that the part of her soul related to memory is malfunctioning, yet he cannot ascertain where the problem lies, because aside from the top-tier arcane spellcasters, even deities may not be able to fix her issues. It’s akin to a robot using a brain-computer suddenly losing memory storage, which is a very complex and troublesome problem.
The emotions of the Construct Girl are volatile.
Fortunately, she seems to remember Soren and has no hostility; in the morning, she was as lively as a little angel, but by afternoon, she was pouting and sullen.
The reason was simply that a dead Abyss Worm had splattered blood on her shoes.
And also because a Frenzied Combat Demon they encountered on the road called her a ‘madwoman,’ even though she had turned that demon into a pile of ashes.
Her emotions are very unstable.
The Construct Girl seems to have lost her memory or become trapped in her own recollections. Her emotions are easily influenced by external factors, be it a few simple words or ordinary scenery.
Soren cannot understand.
But he knows that the Construct Girl before him has lost herself; she cannot find her direction, which sometimes leads her into deep thought and remembrance, yet no matter how hard she tries, she cannot recall much. Even soon, she will forget what she just remembered.
“What’s your name?”
Seemingly a bit bored, the Construct Girl kicked a stone away. Her memory is very poor; sometimes she might even forget what she just said.
The only thing she retains is her instinct for battle!
Soren just saw her deal with a mid-tier Frenzied Combat Demon; that battle was entirely a game to her, as the demon couldn’t muster even a hint of resistance.
Terrifying speed. Terrifying strength. Terrifying destructive power.
Her body looks as light as a feather, yet during battle, she can stomp down and shatter solid granite, and even though she doesn’t remember anything, she freely uses various top-tier combat skills. She even forgets her own name but understands how to create the most precise and advanced alchemical dolls; the mysterious and complex process is something even Soren cannot comprehend.
At that moment.
He is genuinely curious who created her and what purpose her creation serves.
This is a terrifying killing machine!
And it is the most advanced alchemical construct life Soren has seen so far. It may not be as powerful as Tower Spirit 13, but its craftsmanship is undoubtedly even more astonishing!
The Construct Girl is unhappy.
Her joy and sadness seem to come quickly. Her emotions are like clouds in the sky; she might have been smiling charmingly just a moment ago, only to then turn her face pale and destroy everything around her.
She enjoys reminiscing, loves to daze off. She likes to roast demons with fire and even more enjoys saying, “Ugly people should just die!”
Her will is very fragile.
Because she has lost herself, the power of the Bottomless Abyss has already influenced her soul; the essence of the Land of Forgotten has made her lose even more.
Soren doesn’t even know how long she has been wandering in the Bottomless Abyss.
Like a wandering soul.
On the road, there are demons who recognize her, and they scare and flee; sometimes the Construct Girl will chase after them and burn them alive, while other times, she just continues to daze forward in boredom.
“Hey, hey, hey!”
“What’s your name? People can’t have no name! If you don’t have a name, I can help you come up with one, okay?”
“How about Little Yan?”
The one constant is that she seems to love talking; as long as she isn’t unhappy, she can chatter away.
Perhaps talking helps her become more stable.
She occasionally pretends to be cute, urging Soren to praise her beauty. If he doesn’t compliment her, she becomes angry and kicks stones around; small rocks fly out like bullets, pockmarking the surroundings.
The petite and delicate body of the Construct Girl has at least 25 points of strength!
In the afternoon.
After the Construct Girl repeated the same thing many times, Soren finally spoke slowly, “Soren. My name is Soren.”
Pause.
The Construct Girl stared blankly for a moment, then tilted her head, “Soren? Is your name Soren?”
“Yup.”
“I’ll remember! I definitely won’t forget again. Hehe!”
Soren’s expression is a bit complicated as he silently nods.
Night falls.
The Construct Girl finds a resting place. As an alchemical construct, she has a very regular routine; whenever she wants, her fair fingers can turn into incredibly sharp blades, effortlessly slicing through solid rock, making it smooth and flat as if polished.
Just like yesterday.
The Construct Girl quickly falls asleep, yet Soren does not; his expression is somewhat complex.
The sky grows darker.
As an alchemical construct, the girl before him does not breathe or have a heartbeat; Soren cannot determine if she is truly asleep.
He carefully rises.
Then quietly walks outside, preparing to leave.
It’s too dangerous!
This Construct Girl is incredibly dangerous.
Soren cannot even be sure that when she wakes up tomorrow, she will still remember him and whether she might kill him with a single stroke.
He doesn’t want to die so inexplicably.
Leaving is the best choice!
The Construct Girl can’t even remember what happened the day before; with her current chaotic nature and volatile emotions, she is entirely a ticking time bomb.
Soren is leaving.
He plans to quietly leave and go on his own.
However.
Just as he turns to leave, a soft voice filled with tears suddenly whispers behind him, “Are you leaving…? ”
“I knew you would leave! …”
“Please don’t go, okay? I know I always forget a lot of things! … But I can still remember some things from a day or two ago! …”
“If you stay with me every day, I’m sure I’ll remember you.”
“Please don’t go, okay? Little Yan.”
………………
Soren stiffens, and then a bitter smile appears on his face.
She has already forgotten her own name, yet unexpectedly remembers the name she wanted to give Soren. (To be continued ~^~)
