Chapter 60: Knows It Better Than I Do

I felt inexplicably annoyed.

She took a deep breath, her gaze turning to the next name on the list—HaiSeYin.

Another door swung open.

This time, a sea breeze blew over her.

Before her lay an endless expanse of azure ocean, likewise shrouded in night; only the pale light of two distant moons fell upon it, laying a silvery path across the water.

And upon this tranquil sea surface, a figure stood out starkly—

Ke Lv De La.

The Golden Descendant who should have been drifting in her own space was now here!

She still held that tragic beauty, floating on the sea surface, an invisible blade piercing her chest, golden-yellow blood continually gushing out, staining a vast expanse of golden water beneath her like an unhealing wound.

Heimu's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

(What's going on? A crossover?)

She immediately pulled up the control panel to confirm—the coordinates were correct; this was indeed HaiSeYin's confinement space.

(Where's HaiSeYin?)

She stifled the urge to comment, her sharp eyes scanning the sea.

Besides Ke Lv De La and the ever‑expanding gold, there was nothing else.

(Could it be… underwater?)

Without hesitation, Heimu's body glowed faintly, as if merging with the water, and she slipped silently into the icy depths.

The light down below was dim, but thanks to her extraordinary vision, she quickly spotted the target.

On a patch of white sand not too deep below, a huge spherical shield formed from gathered golden blood stood out prominently.

The source of that blood was none other than the wound on Ke Lv De La floating above the sea!

They flowed like living rivers, pouring down from above without cease, tightly enveloping the spherical shield.

At the shield's center, a figure lay curled up, eyes shut tight, as if plunged into the deepest sleep.

It was HaiSeYin.

She resembled an elf slumbering within golden amber.

That flowing golden blood served both as a protective barrier and, perhaps, as some kind of… tether sustaining her existence?

Heimu watched silently, her violet‑black eyes swirling with complex emotion.

She made no attempt to break the blood barrier, nor did she try to rouse HaiSeYin.

She merely remained in the dim depths, silently observing for a moment, feeling this heavy, uncanny bond.

Then, just as she had come, she slipped away soundlessly from the seabed, returned to the surface, and finally went back to the pure white System Space.

Standing in the empty white expanse, Heimu fell into a rare silence.

Feelings of frustration and helplessness lingered in her heart.

(Next…)

She shook her head, suppressing those weak emotions, her gaze turning cold once more.

She swiped open the light screen again, looking at the remaining names.

(Hopefully the next one will at least be someone I can talk to.)

【Beloberg·LowerDistrict·Natasha's Clinic】

Sun!

SangBo, who styled himself a 'LocalTycoon' thriving in the LowerDistrict, was gripping the clinic's icy doorframe, gasping heavily, feeling his lungs about to burst.

He had never run so embarrassingly in his whole life!

Is that gray‑haired thing up ahead a monster?!

Carrying three people, he darted through the tangled LowerDistrictAlleys faster than his designated guide.

That speed, that stamina—utterly inhuman!

What made his lip twitch further was that, along the way, the few wandering RiftCreatures they met hadn't even fully materialized before that 'heroine' swung her plain‑looking bat with one hand.

"Bang!"

"Smack!"

"Whoosh——!"

Clean and swift, like whack‑a‑mole—one monster, one strike, no second hit needed.

The monsters that usually gave ordinary miners and wanderers headaches crumbled before her like paper!

(Is there any justice left?! With this fighting power, I'm still supposed to show the way?!)

SangBo wailed inwardly.

Moreover, the route she chose was incredibly convoluted, some passages even unknown to him, a seasoned old hand.

(No way! How does she know this place better than I do?!)

When he saw A Xing hesitate not at all, heading straight for the familiar curtain of Natasha's clinic, SangBo went completely numb.

(He even knows this spot inside out…)

He dragged his lead‑like legs inside, devoid of any will to live.

Inside the clinic, the gentle yet resolute Dr. Natasha was about to ask the newcomers what they needed, but the sight before her left her stunned.

All that could be seen was a gray‑haired stranger girl, expressionless, shouldering three people—like unloading cargo, she set them down one by one on the empty beds, her movements crisp.

Natasha: "……"

Her pink eyes filled with bewilderment, she instinctively looked toward the subsequently arriving, lifeless SangBo, conveying a silent question with her gaze:

"What… is going on? Did you pull some trick?"

SangBo met Natasha's gaze and could only show an embarrassed smile worse than crying, spreading his hands and saying, "It's a long story—no, I can't even explain it!" He felt he was definitely having bad luck today, having run into his nemesis.

Seeing that there was nothing for him to do here, SangBo made a "please" gesture to Natasha, then, like greased lightning, he slipped out of the clinic quickly, disappearing into the dark alley, afraid that if he slowed even a step he'd be caught back and forced into hard labor.

Natasha watched SangBo's fleeing back, shook her head helplessly, and turned her gaze back to the instigator inside the clinic.

Yet he saw the unfamiliar grey‑haired girl, who, after "unloading the cargo," showed no trace of nervousness or desire to explain, instead beginning to curiously survey the clinic's interior.

Natasha frowned slightly; this girl… gave her a very strange feeling.

"Child,"

Natasha stepped forward, her tone as gentle as she could manage, and asked, "Can you tell me what happened? They…… what's wrong with them?" She pointed to the three unconscious people on the bed.

A Xing withdrew his gaze from the corner, looked at Natasha, blinked, seemed to be organizing his words, then answered in a clear but emotion‑flat tone:

"Smoke. Slept. Place, safe."

Natasha: "……"

This explanation really is…… terse and to the point.

She looked at A Xing's overly calm face, then at the three people sleeping sweetly (?) on the bed, especially the girl who looked highly sensitive in identity, and couldn't help feeling a headache.

【FengJinSpace】

The Black Curtain Lady stood on the newly formed data platform, and for the first time her purple‑black eyes showed clear surprise.

The platform hovered high above, its surroundings a rolling, flowing mass of dusky‑yellow clouds within reach.

The sky was not pure darkness but a chaotic hue of impending dusk, oppressive yet hinting at mystery.

Here it was silent and soundless, only an invisible wind occasionally brushing her skirt and hair.

At the platform's center knelt a figure.

She lowered her head, hands folded before her, her posture devout and mournful, as if performing an endless prayer.

She was indeed one of the Golden Descendants—Feng Jin.