Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Chapter 460 Trapped in a Dream

The girl wandered around the street in a daze.

The streets and the crowds in front of her were like a faded black and white painting. The excitement of the bright lights and feasting was washed away by the water. Not a single rainbow could flow into the girl's world, leaving only eternal numbness.

Why am I here?

The girl just felt a little uncomfortable, but she couldn't put it into words. What was this feeling or what caused it?

She feels very uncomfortable.

Only discomfort.

Pain, itching, swelling, bloating...all the words that describe pain are disconnected from the real feelings. There is no corresponding description for any uncomfortable feeling, and all fall into a bottomless black hole.

Only...

uncomfortable.

Everything was just painful, and the little girl could no longer find other words to describe it.

The richness of the world's feelings paled in the girl's eyes. She could no longer identify her own feelings or any sensory stimulation.

The logical chain and thinking ability have already suffered a devastating blow, breaking one after another and unable to connect with each other.

It hurts to put my feet in shoes, it hurts to walk on my legs, it hurts to bleed on my back, it hurts to shake my hands, and I don’t know why my eyes, nose, and mouth are always hurting.

It’s so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable.

There was only misery left in the world. Even emotions like sadness, fear, and terror had flowed away like sand, not to mention happiness and curiosity.

Everything is stagnant.

It seems that before, I had many moments where I was shedding tears...

The girl's memory has been broken, and her ability to record her new life is almost zero. Only fragments of her previous memories float in the silent black sea.

"You shameless fellow! How many times have I told you that you can't eat this kind of slop that only working-class people eat!"

"Where are you looking? Where are your hands? Have you forgotten all the noble etiquette that the etiquette teacher taught you?"

"Still crying! What are you crying for?! You are a noble! You must never reveal your weak and embarrassed side at any time. You must always remain decent and elegant in front of others!"

"These toys? How cheap! A true noble doesn't need these junks. You need to learn to master the true toys of the nobility—power and wealth!"

"..."

In these tear-soaked clips, I was always crying and crying, and I was a well-deserved little crybaby.

That was me, and I must have been very sad.

But now when the girl recalls these things, she doesn't feel any fluctuations. All her emotions have disappeared along with the complete shattering of her frontal lobe.

In the world of eternal silence, there is not even sadness.

The girl's broken brain was struggling to function.

She felt like she should cry bitterly on the street as usual. Here, without her parents' contemptuous eyes and blame, the little crybaby could freely express her grievances and fears.

But the girl couldn't cry.

She couldn't understand why, but it seemed as if crying was meaningless. There was no reason to cry, no need to cry at all. The word "tears" seemed to drift in her mind like a small boat, drifting further and further away, looming at the horizon.

The girl no longer has to worry about her parents' blame.

She will never cry again.

The only thing alive in the world is the instinct to move forward. An unknown force is pulling her, making the girl move forward along the predetermined route.

Suddenly, another guidance came from another direction, and a weed was growing rapidly in the girl's brain.

At first, the interferer was far away from the girl, but as the girl moved forward, the distance between the interferer and the girl was getting shorter and shorter, until the distance between them reached a critical point, and then it successfully defeated the official guide and snatched the girl's guidance rights at a closer distance.

So the girl turned around and walked in the wrong direction of the interferer.

The train of fate began to derail and cracks appeared in the carefully planned plan.

The dull brain did not think about right or wrong, it only knew to move forward with a vague consciousness until it suddenly bumped into a passerby and fell on its butt.

"Little sister, are you okay? Where are your parents?"

A few people gathered on the street, surrounding the lifeless little girl and chatting with each other.

The slight commotion caught Field's attention, and he happened to be passing by. He stopped and stood there, looking for a long time.

The girl who fell across the street was surrounded by kind people. Field couldn't see the situation, but after confirming that someone was helping him, he left the scene and continued on his way.

The citizen identification system captured this scene accurately and clearly, and the artificial intelligence recognized Field's face and pushed the video to Gloria according to the program.

She frowned and clicked to enlarge the image.

At that moment, Field stopped and looked around for a long time, much longer than he had looked at anything else along the way.

Gloria observed the scene carefully, still curious about what situation made Field so concerned.

Repeatedly fast forward and rewind the video and carefully observe the direction of Field's gaze.

So, the abnormal incident that happened here...can only be this little girl who fell to the ground.

It seems to be an ordinary episode. It is inevitable for children to stumble and fall. It is part of growing up and they have to go through it.

But when Field showed up, everything became extraordinary.

Gloria thought she must be crazy.

As Field walked along, he passed by countless children and witnessed countless small accidents: people bumping shoulders on the street, stepping on shoes, babies crying, and old people stumbling. Why must this little girl who fell be the key?

It's too crazy, but this curse called [Field Moretti] means that all important decisions are destined to be crazy and absurd.

Focusing on the little girl's face, the image was infinitely magnified, and the girl's clear face was displayed on the big screen. Gloria met a pair of lifeless eyes and the tiny yet shocking wound on her face.

This is……

Frontal lobotomy!!

Such a vicious method was actually used on a child!

A nameless anger briefly surged in Gloria's heart, and the endless waves finally turned into a silent sigh.

Backlund had suffered so much that a minor frontal lobe removal seemed insignificant in this city.

"Search for this little girl."

The citizen system quickly retrieved all the surveillance footage related to the little girl, from her escape from the Church of Earth to her departure from the route and her arrival at Field's side.

But when Gloria wanted to retrieve more identity information of the little girl, she was rejected by the citizen system.

"Sorry, insufficient permissions."

...?

As Bishop of St. Julie's Church and a member of the Council of Twenty-Two, Gloria has extensive authority within the civic system.

It is impossible to extract information at this level. They are either high-ranking military personnel, nobles with high titles, members of the royal family, or tycoons of large conglomerates.

As for the secret front and others who do not want to reveal their identities, they usually have a fake identity in the citizen identification system, just like Field Moretti created out of thin air.

Gloria immediately drew her weapon, strode out of the church, and began her hunt.

Since you don't want to tell me.

Then I'll ask myself!