Chapter 104: The Sharp-Tongued Thomas

"You're awake?"

A Western woman with graying hair, about sixty years old, looked at her gently. "Don't move around. The doctor bandaged your wounds yesterday. Is there anywhere else you feel uncomfortable?"

Yang Yi cautiously observed her surroundings. She lay on a black iron bed with white sheets and a light checkered quilt. The furniture was very simple. Opposite the bed was a rattan chair, and the walls were covered in pale green wallpaper with faint patterns.

The sky outside the window was gloomy; she had no idea what time it was.

"Where is this? Who are you?" she asked, only then realizing her voice sounded as if it had been sanded down.

"I am Miranda, Mr. Thomas's servant. Mr. Thomas saved you. Yesterday, as usual, he took Timms for a walk in the forest, encountered you, brought you back, and even hired a doctor for you." Miranda spoke gently, her face showing sympathy; it seemed she took Yang Yi for someone who had suffered misfortune.

"So, where is this?" she pressed, then asked cautiously, "What time is it now?"

Miranda thought she was asking about the altar, her face turned sorrowful, and she sighed, "It has been two days since the altar incident. This is Timms Village—I really don't know why Mr. Thomas named his dog Timms..."

Yang Yi had to ask a few more questions carefully before realizing she was actually in a small village in Wales, Britain.

"I'll go ask Mr. Thomas to come over," Miranda said as she stood up, muttering, "I hope he isn't working. Last time I accidentally disturbed him while he was painting, and he flew into a rage. I don't want to endure that temper again. I really don't know who can stand him..."

Miranda left. After hearing her footsteps fade away, Yang Yi reached out toward the quilt, concentrating her will—however, the quilt only moved slightly, as lightly as if brushed by a breeze.

Alright, her telekinesis had not recovered; at present, she was no different from an ordinary person.

She finally accepted this fact: the reason her telekinesis had been so powerful before was due to His amplification. If He decided to withdraw it, she could only return to her true level—not even worthy of being rated as Grade D.

Very good, very fitting for her self-perception of mediocrity. She shook her head in self-mockery.

Moreover, His consumption and fusion were approaching step by step; perhaps she didn't have many days left to live...

Thinking of this, even the desire to contact Director Zhou and the others faded. She was now just an ordinary person; what use would returning be? If everyone learned that the only S-ranker, known as "Superman" and "God Among Men," Yang Yi, had become an ordinary person, it would be a disaster for Xia Country, not a blessing.

If Wade learned of this and took the opportunity to retaliate, wouldn't that implicate her homeland? She no longer had the ability to protect them...

It would be better to let everyone think she was missing, keeping them on guard; perhaps that would still hold some deterrent value against people like Wade.

Britain had just suffered a disaster; the probability of Wade stirring up trouble again on this land was relatively low. It would be better to hide her identity here and spend the remaining time.

Thinking of this, she looked out the window.

Birdsong and insect chirps came through, adding some vitality to the gloomy weather.

She tried to get up to look outside, but the movement tugged at the wound on her side, causing her to break out in a cold sweat.

She gently parted the gauze to look and found the wound was healing much better than expected. She had thought the black panther would have disemboweled her. Perhaps her body had undergone some mutation after absorbing the Life Source. Clearly, on the desert planet, her hand had been fractured, yet now it was fully healed, leaving only a faint scar.

After all, she had absorbed so much Life Source... she thought coldly.

What surfaced in her mind now was not guilt or a sense of sin, but the ecstatic enjoyment felt while absorbing the energy source. It was ten thousand times more comfortable than smoking marijuana and a feeling that made one's soul dizzy, far more intoxicating than taking high-purity drugs.

She couldn't help but shiver, her whole body trembling.

She immediately got off the bed, disregarding even if the wound tore open; in fact, the pain was better, the more pain the better. Only this way—could she break the longing for that enjoyment...

Just as she got off the bed, the door was pushed open. A tall, thin man walked in, casually slapping his feet in slippers, wearing a black robe-style pajama top, black silk pajama pants, with the pajama sash loosely tied around his waist.

"Sir, allow me to inform you that wearing this to meet a guest is extremely impolite! And the guest is a young Miss..." Miranda muttered dissatisfied behind him, yet there was no sign of stopping him; rather, it seemed like helpless indulgence.

"Oh—look at our brave Young Lady. Yesterday she was on the verge of death, about to meet God, and today she's hopping around and getting out of bed!" A stream of sarcastic, even slightly sharp words poured continuously from the thin lips of this slender man, causing Yang Yi's foot on the ground to freeze.

She was neither down nor up, one foot on the floor, the other still in the quilt, sitting there in this awkward posture.

"Uh, you must be Mr. Thomas? Thank you for saving me." Yang Yi silently withdrew the foot on the floor back into the quilt and forced herself to greet him.

"So—" Thomas glanced at her coldly twice, "how did this Young Lady suddenly appear in the forest? And get attacked by a black panther?"

"I... I don't know either..." Yang Yi continued to force herself to speak. Of course, she couldn't say that He had opened a spatial rift to return to Earth and landed here—He didn't want to stay on a lifeless planet with no Life Source at all.

"Oh? Amnesia?" Thomas raised an eyebrow, twelve parts mockery revealed in his deep brown-green eyes.

There was no good reason at the moment; her identity was a mystery. Since the other party had given her a reason, Yang Yi could only accept it. With little confidence, she said, "Yes, I can't remember anything."

"A very good reason." Thomas sat leisurely on the rattan chair by the head of the bed, pulled his pajama sash, and said calmly, "Then this Young Lady must be homeless. If I threw you out and ignored you, it would surely cause you to suffer very bad things, and I would become a cold-blooded villain..."

"Sir, how can you do that? What a poor Miss!" Miranda, who had been listening, finally couldn't help but speak up.

Thomas rolled his eyes, as if to say—See, just like this!

"And then, I am forced to take in this homeless person to maintain a good person image in front of others. To avoid being tormented by my conscience in the future, I must endure the torment of a stranger intruding into my life!" Thomas crossed his arms, glared coldly at her, and a string of sharp words poured from his thin lips.

"Oh, Sir, you could have expressed your willingness to help this Young Lady more tactfully. That way, everyone could see a kind heart through your blade-sharp exterior." Miranda said with a smile.

Hearing this, Thomas made a face as if he had swallowed a caterpillar, looking disgusted, stood up, and swept his sleeve before leaving.

Yang Yi was dumbfounded; before she could even express her own wishes, her stay or departure had already been decided.