HBWnovel Chapter 138 Sylvie's View
Chapter 138 Sylvie's View
"I'm sorry for the inconvenience, young lady, please bear with me for a moment."
As soon as she finished speaking, Sylvie was suddenly lifted up.
Whoosh!
Immediately afterwards, she almost lost her sight. As her instructor carried her forward at such a speed, the wind stung her eyes.
Sylvie nestled in her mentor's arms, a series of questions and worries flashing through her mind. Her mentor swiftly traversed the corridor, heading towards the [B-3] dungeon, feeling a surge of adrenaline.
The professor's sense of urgency and the seriousness of the situation sent a chill down her spine.
Sylvie, panting and anxious, finally mustered the courage to speak: "What happened in the [B-3] dungeon? Why do I need to go there?"
The instructor's voice was filled with worry: "We've received reports of suspicious activity in the underground city. Signal interference is a serious problem. Students there could be in mortal danger."
Upon hearing this, Sylvie couldn't help but recall the joint dungeon exploration and those ferocious monsters.
That incident nearly killed the students on the spot, and she never wants to experience such a scene again.
Does this mean...?
"Yes, there might be demon contractors. Although we can usually teleport injured students to the treatment room, the [B-3] dungeon is not functioning properly right now, and students cannot be teleported out."
As they arrived at the entrance to the B-3 dungeon, Sylvie's heart raced, a mixture of fear and anticipation swirling within her.
Just as the instructors were about to enter, they saw that the other combat personnel had already entered, with a group of vigilant guards nearby.
“Senior Rachel.”
The guard immediately recognized his mentor and bowed in respect.
"We have learned that some students are in dangerous situations."
Can you locate them?
"Yes. The GPS and monitoring system are working properly; only the spatial transmission is being interfered with."
"How is the situation?"
"There have been no deaths so far, but some students have been driven back by the monster horde."
"You can continue. I don't want any deaths, understand?"
"clear."
"very good."
Whoosh!
Without the slightest delay, the mentor rushed to the location where Morse Scott had last appeared.
Other personnel and guards followed closely behind.
Upon entering the dungeon, Sylvie immediately felt her internal organs churning. This sensation was amplified by the unusual posture in which her mentor was supporting her.
"vomit!"
During the journey, she couldn't help but vomit.
"Bear with it, we're almost there."
Just as their mentor had said, they arrived at their destination in less than two minutes. They encountered no monsters along the way; the mentor's speed was simply too fast for any monster to catch.
They reached the location where the last signal was detected, and the instructor stopped. She seemed to be sensing something, a tense expression on her face.
"There is a barrier here, and I cannot sense what is inside."
Hearing the word "barrier," Sylvie's unease returned. Clearly, something unusual had happened, and they had to proceed with caution.
"I...should we go in?" she stammered, the fear in her heart surging up again.
"Yes, we have to go in."
"But...but..."
"Don't worry, I'm very strong."
As soon as she finished speaking, the mentor stretched out her hand, her palm emitting a soft, pale light. With a gentle push, the barrier began to flicker, and the scene inside gradually appeared.
"Ok?"
The sight before her sent a chill down Sylvie's spine.
After the barrier dissipated, a scene of terror and despair unfolded before our eyes. Everywhere were traces of battle.
Blood splattered everywhere, and the monsters' corpses lay scattered on the ground. Although Sylvie didn't recognize these monsters, the arrows embedded in their bodies indicated they were dead.
However, these are not the most noteworthy aspects.
In the center of the barrier lay a young man. His body was covered in wounds, and blood stained the ground around him. His black hair was stained with dust and dried blood, and his body was covered with wounds and cracks.
A pool of bright red blood spread around him, a stark contrast to the cold, underground city floor. Most chillingly, the young man's right elbow had been severed.
"vomit!"
Sylvie could no longer hold it in and vomited again. She was already feeling unwell, and the sight before her made her even more out of control.
"Calm down." The mentor patted her on the shoulder, while simultaneously using his senses to warily scan his surroundings for any possible attackers.
After a few seconds of sensing, she nodded and rushed toward the body, urging Sylvie to follow.
"Huh...huh..."
Sylvie tried to regain her composure by taking deep breaths, her eyes scanning the surrounding ruins.
The dungeon was in chaos, marked by signs of battle everywhere. The oppressive atmosphere made it hard to breathe. She could see deep cracks in the floor, clearly indicating that a fierce battle had taken place there.
They rushed to the student's side, and the instructor immediately checked his pulse and wounds.
“His condition is critical, and we need to act quickly.”
But something was off. This person… Sylvie recognized him. These features, this skin color, this hair…
Everything felt so familiar.
“Morse…”
Lying on the ground was that eccentric boy...
......
When asked what she thought of Morse, Sylvie would say he was a unique person.
This uniqueness did not stem from his behavior, appearance, or other external factors. The academy had no shortage of loners, and many people were outstanding in appearance and famous, but Morse clearly did not belong to these categories.
His strength ranks at the bottom of the academy, but his uniqueness does not lie in these appearances.
Morse's uniqueness stems from the emotions deep within his heart. Sylvie possesses a special talent—the power of the First Lord—which allows her to perceive the deepest emotions in people's hearts.
When she first met Morse at the college, she was shocked by the depth of hatred on his emotional palette. She had never seen such intense negativity.
She couldn't help but ask herself: What could make such a young person bear such a heavy sorrow? This question aroused her curiosity and prompted her to want to know more about him, not out of admiration, but out of pure curiosity.
Later, she witnessed him being bullied and beaten. As the weakest student in the academy, Morse's plight filled her with pity. She helped him as much as she could, sometimes healing his wounds from a distance or using her own abilities to slightly alleviate his pain.
However, because her skills were not yet fully developed, her help was minimal and almost imperceptible.
But as time went by, he changed; his innermost emotions underwent a fundamental transformation. Something suppressed the sadness and hatred within him, replacing them with an empty indifference.
This indifference acted as a barrier, covering his fluctuating emotions and suppressing them deep within.
"I will kill you, and your people too... I will kill all of you demons!"
She still remembers his cold voice, the words of which sent chills down her spine.
Later, during their sparring session, he said some things she didn't want to hear, stirring up memories she didn't want to recall. Those memories caused her pain, so she immediately distanced herself from him. She knew it was a cowardly act, but who had the right to dictate her life?
As college life continued, things changed. Sylvie joined more practical courses, explored with teams, and enjoyed campus life.
Play with friends, use your abilities to help others, and participate in club activities.
Although she and Morse were in the same club, he always kept his distance, seemingly out of respect for her choice. He never spoke, never got close, and simply went about his own business, participating in club activities.
A cold barrier seemed to have formed between the two of them, and she felt an unprecedented sense of distance, but she knew it was her own choice.
However, those thoughts shattered the moment Morse explained a certain issue last week. From that moment on, she felt the distance between them shrink slightly, and the barrier between them crumble.
When she saw him studying diligently and working with focus, she clearly realized that he was actually working just as hard as she was.
And now, lying on the ground is the very person she knows, and his life is in her own hands…