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Walter Hardy was originally a key intelligence operative for the Black Queen, tasked with gathering information on her opponents. Of course, aside from intelligence work, he also handled other tasks for the Black Queen.
For instance, he served as a liaison for the prisoners in this facility. Those sentenced to death would be traded until transported to a certain location, and their fate was almost too grim to contemplate.
This line of work was supposed to continue indefinitely, or until he grew tired of it and decided to quit. Just as when he first joined the organization, the Black Queen had promised that if he wished to leave, she would not stop him.
However, an unexpected event occurred.
After one mission, he found a quiet corner to smoke and overheard a hushed conversation between two individuals that piqued his interest.
"This time it's 600 people. By now, nearly 5,000 death row inmates have been sent here as 'Feed.'"
The second person scoffed at the first's words. "Have you forgotten to count the others? After all this time here, you should know about the other sources of 'Feed.'"
Feed!
The term jumped into Walter's mind, and its fertilizer-like connotation intrigued him.
All along, Walter had been curious about the fate of the prisoners he transported. Logically, he shouldn't harbor such compassion. But once curiosity took hold, it inevitably drove him to seek answers.
So, taking advantage of the moment when no one was watching, he stealthily slipped into this hidden base buried beneath the desert.
Once inside, Walter realized it resembled a pit guarded by sentinels, with numerous researchers bustling about, manipulating various instruments.
Then he saw the prisoners he had escorted entering what looked like nutrient pods according to instructions.
A full hundred nutrient pods—one group entered while another emerged. Walter quickly noticed that those who exited the pods had lost their spark; their appearances visibly aged before his eyes.
He witnessed a young boy transform into an elderly man within just five minutes, until they gradually withered away like trees rotting and ultimately turned into pools of blood. The blood flowed along a pattern toward a specific location.
Walter swallowed hard; he knew he was about to uncover a secret that could lead him to ruin. In the end, his curiosity triumphed over reason.
He saw a statue, a black figure with the head of a jackal and the body of a man, adorned with a ring in its nose and holding a black dagger. It was an imposing sight, standing there, soaked in blood and infused with life force.
He didn't understand the purpose of this, but standing there filled him with a sense of despair and chill. He couldn't fathom why so many lives were needed to sustain this statue, yet he knew that the Black Queen was brewing a terrible plan.
Carrying this secret, Walter attempted to leave the Black Queen's organization. He was genuinely afraid; the statue seemed to drain his spirit, and the guilt and torment of his conscience pushed him to the brink of madness.
Ultimately, he was discovered by the Black Queen and thrown into prison. He knew he would inevitably become the statue's Feed, so he decided to leave behind a letter that might never be found.
Walter never expected that his daughter had inherited his abilities and even discovered the letter he left behind.
As he had predicted, Felicia burned the letter. Watching it turn to ash in the flames, confusion flickered in her eyes.
What should I do? Felicia asked herself.
Even if she told the White Queen about this, she probably wouldn't be able to do anything. She wouldn't wage an all-out war against the Black Queen for this; she only wanted to defeat her, and she wouldn't care about anything else.
It turned out that people often think of who can truly help them when they feel most helpless.
After leaving the prison, Felicia chose to seek out that person.
Meanwhile, after she departed, Lao Xiao slowly walked into the cell where Walter once resided. On the ground lay a piece of paper that had not completely burned away, with a single word written on it.
Statue!
"A black sorcerer who worships the Evil God would use a statue for offerings and rituals, accumulating power at the cost of countless lives sufficient to alter reality," Lao Xiao muttered to himself before suddenly laughing. "To attempt to change the world back a thousand years is nothing but delusion; you will realize that all your schemes are mere fantasies."
The paper suddenly disintegrated into dust under an unusual force and vanished into thin air.
At that moment, a name that had long disappeared from Shasha's phone reappeared once more.
"I want to meet you." — Felicia.
Shasha couldn't help but feel a bit strange when he saw the message. He really wanted to say that they had already met; it was just that she didn't recognize him.
"Sure, time and place!" — Samal.
Felicia thought for a moment, and a hint of nostalgia appeared on her face before she sent another message.
"You know the place; as for the time, guess?" — Felicia.
Shasha chuckled. He had originally thought she had changed, but in reality, she hadn't at all; she still loved to tease people.
"Want to play games again? Alright, I'll play along." — Samal.
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