Life Game In Other World
Chapter 97: Corpse Flower (Please Favorite, Follow, and Vote for the Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 97: Chapter 97: Corpse Flower (Please Favorite, Follow, and Vote for the Monthly Ticket)

"Talent?"

He Ao caught the keyword.

"The so-called Talents, like the ability used by the Magic Apprentice in front of you," the middle-aged man seemed a bit surprised that He Ao didn’t know the concept of Talents, but he still patiently explained,

"These abilities do not require acquisition through learning, they come from some kind of sudden ’awakening’, someone suddenly possesses abilities that others cannot learn, and we call these unlearnable abilities ’Talents.’"

Then, he thought for a moment and added, "Every Talent has its own name, and the wielders must anchor their abilities to this name, otherwise, any deviation could easily lead to distortion and madness, just like what this Magic Apprentice has experienced. So in a way, a Talent is both a grace and a curse."

"So, do these Talents exhibit some sort of pattern?"

He Ao asked offhand.

"No, we haven’t discovered any underlying connection between Talents," the middle-aged man paused for a moment, then chuckled, "But that’s a good question, I’ve also wondered if there is any intrinsic link between Talents that would make them follow a certain pattern."

He Ao looked at the middle-aged man and felt that he indeed didn’t harbor any malice; he just seemed a bit too eager to teach.

And he seemed to know a lot.

However, the Talents he spoke of and the Talent Sequences of the Copy World appeared to differ, the main difference being that these Talents did not display the characteristics of a sequenced arrangement, nor did they have any numbering.

At that moment, He Ao’s phone suddenly rang. It was a message from Zhang Ansha: [He Ao, we are almost there.]

He Ao replied with a message: [Okay, I’m on the third floor now.]

"Aren’t you going to deal with that pollution item in your hand?"

At that time, the middle-aged man suddenly asked, "Holding on to it could affect your mental state."

"Pollution items?"

He Ao looked at him puzzled.

The middle-aged man paused at the question, then realizing He Ao didn’t even know what ’Talents’ were, he explained in detail,

"Pollution items are Transcendent objects that carry supernatural powers and have special pollutive properties, such as the Magician’s Top Hat in your hand, which, after the death of the Magic Apprentice, absorbed the Talent power and the will of madness of the Magic Apprentice, and continually emits madness. That is a pollution item.

Different pollution items have different containment and processing methods, like those that emit madness pollution, which need containers made from Mithril to isolate them."

Then, without waiting for He Ao to ask, he further explained, "Mithril is a special alloy made by mixing silver, iron, copper, nickel in specific proportions, and this alloy can effectively block the contamination of madness."

It sounded very expensive.

He Ao thought for a moment, "Are those flowers outside also pollution items?"

"Those are Corpse Flowers, a kind of mutated plant," explained the middle-aged man.

"Corpse Flowers?"

He Ao was startled.

"Yes," the middle-aged man didn’t understand why He Ao was so surprised, "these flowers grow on human corpses, feeding on human souls and flesh for nourishment, and they also attract passersby to become its nutrients. However, when ground into powder, their petals can help restore the soul and enhance resistance to pollution."

"Are they valuable?"

"Valuable."

"Can I just pluck them directly?"

"Yes, the main useful components are the petals, as long as the petals are intact, that’s sufficient. However, the spirituality of the Corpse Flowers runs out within a day after being plucked, so they need to be sealed in ice blocks, frozen for storage. This can slow down the rate of spirit loss and can be extended to about six months."

"Alright."

He Ao leaped up and jumped down from the third floor.

The middle-aged man curiously walked to the edge of the corridor and peered down, only to see He Ao rolling upon landing and then swiftly plucked all the Corpse Flowers below clean, picking up even the one he had previously discarded and hugging it to his chest.

Then he quickly climbed back up the stairs.

The middle-aged man watched the bundle of densely packed flowers in his arms and couldn’t help but let out a wry smile.

And as he smiled, a Corpse Flower was handed to him.

"What is this?"

He was somewhat perplexed.

"Compensation."

He Ao said calmly.

Knowledge itself has value.

"These pieces of knowledge are rather common, not worth that much, probably worth..." The middle-aged man was surprised to glance at He Ao, then reached out and plucked two petals, "worth this much."

He Ao was not polite either; he took back the remaining flowers and asked quietly,

"Can this flower be effective on an elderly person who has been tainted and eroded?"

"So you were here waiting for me," the middle-aged man said, glancing at the two petals in his hand before chuckling again, "How old is this elderly person?"

"Over eighty years old."

He Ao was expressionless.

"An elderly person over eighty years old can’t withstand such strong medicinal power. Take half a petal, grind it into powder, mix it with a liter of pure water or boiling water, give him about one hundred milliliters for the first dose. After he wakes up, have him take one hundred milliliters daily, his soul can then fully recover.

Ordinary people cannot rely on external forces to resist madness; they can only rely on the strength of their own souls, and Corpse Flower just so happens to be able to restore a person’s soul."

The middle-aged man said softly.

"Thank you,"

He Ao nodded.

"He Ao?!"

Urgent footsteps came from downstairs, and Zhang Ansha hurried up. He had seen the blood and flesh left by the dead pigeons on the road, "Are you alright?"

Then he saw the middle-aged man who was chatting with He Ao.

Just as he opened his mouth, the middle-aged man winked at him, so he shifted his gaze to He Ao, and after ensuring that He Ao was fine, he sighed with relief and asked somewhat helplessly,

"Didn’t I tell you not to be impulsive?"

He Ao naturally saw the interaction between the two. The middle-aged man didn’t want to expose his identity, so He Ao didn’t ask further. He shook his head, "I wasn’t impulsive. Those pigeons attacked me first."

"Pigeons? Magic Apprentice? Where is he?"

Zhang Ansha was somewhat surprised.

Innocently, He Ao turned and pointed to the skeleton nailed to the ground by the rebar, "Over there."

"Dead?"

Zhang Ansha was startled.

"Self-defense."

He Ao added.

Throughout the encounter with the Magician, He Ao only made a move and a half; the half-move was using a steel plate at the beginning to defend against the flock of pigeons. After He Ao showed his strength and his unwillingness to fight, the Magician persisted in attacking him, seriously endangering his life safety.

Therefore, to protect his own life safety, he mounted a defense and counterattack. His intention with that strike was not to kill the Magician but to immobilize him using the rebar. However, he did not expect that the Magician had turned all his flesh and blood into the flock of pigeons and had a very frail body, resulting in death from that one strike.

As for why he didn’t run away, it was because he had already been spotted by the flock of pigeons, which showed extreme aggression. If he had run away, it might have caused innocent passersby to be harmed or even killed.

Of course, there was another reason—He Ao believed he could fight, as he said, with risks come rewards.

He Ao’s actions had the nature of acting bravely for a just cause, while the Magician (Magic Apprentice) himself was a dangerous fugitive that might pose a threat to the safety of those around him at any moment.

Moreover, since He Ao actually only made one attack, according to the laws of Central Earth, this type of situation could basically be ruled as self-defense.

In Central Earth, such clearly defined self-defense would not result in arrest.

Of course, the situation for a Transcendent might be special, but the regulations protecting Transcendents could not possibly be more favorable than those protecting ordinary people.

"I can testify," the middle-aged man suddenly spoke, "this young man indeed had to fight back in self-defense."