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Chapter 187 - 91 Mind Reading

Chapter 187: Chapter 91 Mind Reading

In the vast expanse of ice and snow, there was a place that was slowly collapsing.

Minute ice and snow started to melt into water, flowing with a murmur towards the sunken bottom.

Then suddenly, a fair and delicate arm burst forth from the hollow, surrounded by serpentine flames that roamed willfully through the ice and snow around it, swiftly melting and loosening them.

Medea clawed her way out of the snowdrift, gasping for air as if she had not yet come to her senses from the Heavenly Disaster.

Afterward, her throat involuntarily moved, emitting a sound of complex and indescribable emotion.

"Uhh..."

Her tears streamed from her eyes, rapidly evaporating in the flames.

However, the woman quickly extracted herself from her sorrow and started to frenziedly dig through the ice and snow.

Even if he were dead, she at least wanted to see his body.

She didn’t use her fire magic abilities, but instead urgently dug through the ice and snow with her hands, which soon turned bruised and purplish.

Finally, a face emerged from the snow she had cleared away.

Medea didn’t blindly pull him out of the snow; rather, she carefully scraped off the snow that was pressing down on him. Her fingers trembled as if afraid when she finally touched his nose and the pulse on his neck.

Her fingers felt the strong pulsing beneath his carotid artery.

He was still alive.

In that moment, Medea seemed to finally be relieved, the tension in her entire body easing.

But she quickly realized another issue.

Even with her fingers directly touching his skin, she strangely didn’t exhibit any signs of losing control.

"That’s right, you’ve suppressed your fear," Medusa’s voice coldly echoed in her heart, "You’re no longer afraid of him."

"Is my fear of men cured?" Medea asked with surprise, before quickly realizing something was amiss.

"Not at all. In your heart, you’ve forcefully excluded him from the category of ’men you despise,’" Medusa said with a sneer, "To you, he’s now a special individual. Though he is male, he’s not one of those men in your subconscious ’who could threaten you’."

"Isn’t that good?" Medea sharply picked up on the dislike in Medusa’s voice.

"There’s nothing good about it, it’s utterly terrible," Medusa irritably claimed, "I devised a regular scheme of pain acquisition centered around him after much thought and intelligence, and before I had a chance to implement it, you’re telling me now that you don’t despise him? What a joke!"

"Enough, Medusa!" Medea retorted impatiently, "You just can’t stand to see me happy!"

"Weren’t you the one who separated me as the personality to bear the pain?" Medusa sharply countered, "If one day you cured your fear of men, would there still be a necessity for my existence? I might as well merge back into you directly."

Medea ignored her, just gently stroking Aske’s unconscious cheek.

"I want to taste him," she said in her mind.

"In such a hurry, are you?" Medusa said helplessly, "I have no desire to see your lovey-dovey affair. Just wait for me to sink into the depths of consciousness."

Soon, she stopped talking, and Medea knew she had closed off her perception.

So, she leaned in and gently touched his lips.

Warm.

"Tastes nice," Medea licked the corner of her lips, her expression quite surprised... and pleased.

She began to examine Aske’s body with impatience.

The main issue was the extensive skin burns, followed by the impact injuries from the collision with the ground when he fell.

Such injuries would be fatal for just about anyone, yet as a Lv.5 Transcendent focused on the physical, he was merely unconscious, and his Life Body signs were barely within the normal range.

He was just exceptionally fragile.

"What a pity," Medea thought regretfully.

Having suppressed her needs for over twenty years, of course she had normal desires, and now at last, she had met a man she could touch... She couldn’t help but recall the prophecy given to her by the fortune-teller from Dragon Country.

After the thunderstorm, all things begin to sprout.

It’s just too bad that with Aske’s current state of burns, he’s not suited for more intense activities... Medea reluctantly stared at him for a long time before standing up to check their surroundings.

The two appeared to be at the bottom of a valley, surrounded by an open expanse of clean white snow, with more snowflakes constantly falling from the sky, and the temperature around them seemed to be slowly dropping.

Medea approached nearby and summoned a ball of Flames, pressing it against the snow-covered rock face.

Thanks to the slight improvement in her fear of men, her ability to utilize "Flame I" had become much smoother. Given time, she would be able to completely digest the remnants of the Magic Potion.

She used the Flames to burn through the snow layer, revealing the mountain covered underneath.

She had originally intended to melt out an ice hut, but it turned out that there was a deep recess in the rocky surface underneath that could serve as a natural cave and, for the time being, a shelter for rest.

Carefully, she carried Aske over, Medea collected the ice and snow from around and used the Flames to seal up half of the entrance to the cave, leaving just a gap for ventilation.

This way the cold wind couldn’t blow in.

Aske was still in a coma. Medea sat beside him and placed his hand in her palm, warming his icy skin with a touch of heartache.

If only Nora were here, she suddenly thought.

No, no, it’s best that nobody else is here, just the two of us alone. Medea quickly reconsidered.

Yet such a thought was so selfish that she guiltily glanced at Aske.

Would he... dislike this side of me?

Another idea flashed through Medea’s mind: she wanted to quietly peer into Aske’s heart to see what he really thought of her.

Her Mind Power currently was only Level I, capable of reading only the surface thoughts, and delving deeper carried the risk of detection.

However, Aske was currently unconscious, completely unable to notice or prevent her subtle actions, and thus the thought spread uncontrollably from the depths of Medea’s heart like a rampant vine.

Just one look, just to confirm. She persuaded herself.

Medea’s Mind Body tentacles extended, quietly slipping into Aske’s mind.

A person’s consciousness is like an iceberg in the sea, with 10% of the surface consciousness and 90% of the deep consciousness submerged in the Subconscious Ocean, loosely connected to the collective consciousness.

As Aske was in a coma, his surface consciousness was almost a blank slate, and Medea cautiously probed toward his deeper consciousness.

Deep consciousness, being in the subconscious layer of the human body, was composed of numerous disjointed fragments, lacking any logic between them.

Medea’s mental tentacles flipped through these fragments, like a visitor in a vast library patiently pulling out and examining each book.

It seemed that Aske’s past included living in a city more bustling than Constantinople.

Medea saw various fragments of memory, some appeared to be his home, others seemed like school, and people speaking a language that was very precise and clear-cut, which she somewhat recognized.

That must be the "Dragon Language" of Dragon Country.