Reverse flow of the Yellow Springs

Inside the room, Li Yelai slowly exhaled, forcefully suppressing the surging urge to complain.

If this happened before the Little Mad King was corrupted by the Chaos Sea and his existence and memories were wiped away.

Faced with her completely oblivious behavior, Li Yelai could still speak more seriously, lecturing her as he always did.

Although he was often teased by Cheese for this, who said he was like a worried 'old father'.

But at least, the other party was somewhat more receptive to their advice. Things had improved; at least no one had said that Little Mad King was seducing them anymore.

But now, Little Mad King, in terms of mentality and cognition, is only equivalent to a toddler of a few years old.

In this situation, if Li Yelai were to speak to her in his usual serious or even reproachful tone, trying to forcefully create distance between them...

She might not only fail to understand, but could even experience a stress reaction.

In the simulated universe, when Li Yelai first tried to get her to temporarily loosen her grip, a look of bewilderment, helplessness, and panic instantly welled up in her eyes. It was as if she had no idea what she had done wrong.
Li Yelai couldn't bring himself to do it, so after Xiao Kuangwang finished soaking her feet, he stuffed her into the thick sleeping bag.

"Wasn't she feeling better before? Could it be that Chang Le is behind this? Oh well, I'll nag her after she recovers. I wonder if she'll even acknowledge it." Li Yelai thought to himself before crawling into the sleeping bag on the other bed.

Of course, if possible, Li Yelai hoped that Little Mad King could take the opportunity to selectively forget some bad memories.

Some highly gifted psionicists become critical at a young age. Before their psionic abilities have even awakened, the curse that accompanies them throughout their lives has already taken hold, distorting their lives first.

The doll is like that; she was born in a remote village, and when she became a critical being, a curse of fear followed, preventing outsiders from getting close to her.

Even her parents abandoned her, which caused her to wander in the wilderness for a long time and suffer a lot.

The curse of fear protected her from wild beasts, but it also prevented her from communicating with humans and receiving help. Often, she had to scare away predators and steal their food.

She wandered alone in the wilderness, even talking to corpses. She was happy to have someone to talk to, even when she encountered bandits, but no one could hear her voice or see her appearance.

Therefore, the bandits would shoot at her the moment they saw her, and then flee.

To outsiders, she was an indescribable monster who emitted terrifying sounds.

When she was discovered in the giant city, she was considered a living taboo.

Ultimately, it was adopted by the processing department.

In order to communicate with others, she learned to write and to use sign language.

Wearing those thick mascot costumes to conceal their bodies, they picked up that billboard. Only then could they possibly make friends. It's truly heartbreaking and pitiful.

Little Mad King had a similar experience. She was a citizen of Giant City, and her family was said to be well-off. She was spoiled since childhood. If it weren't for the curse, perhaps we should call her Young Miss now.

Li Yelai simply couldn't imagine what Jiang Ling, with her spoiled princess personality, would be like.

But because she became a critical person, the curse of doubt appeared, and one day, her beautiful childhood came to an abrupt end.

She was once friendly to her classmates, teachers, and even her parents, but they no longer trust her.

Whenever something bad happens, she's always the first suspect. Her explanations are weak and ineffective, the evidence is ignored, and even video recordings can be misinterpreted as malicious.

This is also why Xiao Kuang Wang became numb later in life; she was hurt too deeply.

Even after joining an official organization, even after being adopted by a monarch, the incurable curse still haunted her, forever subjecting her to the scrutiny and suspicion of others.

Ultimately, this trauma shaped her current almost obsessive values.

Mission first. In her view, as long as the mission is completed perfectly, everything else can be ignored, including her own body, privacy, and everything else.
Once she completes enough tasks, she will be recognized and trusted. This is a long process of self-proof, and also like a redemptive expedition.

When Li Yelai and she infiltrated the Chaos faction's stronghold, she took off her clothes in front of Li Yelai as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and then changed into clothes without caring about her naked body, disguising herself as a chosen servant.

Even when Qin Zhi noticed the details in her eyes and eyebrows and judged that she was still a virgin, thus suspecting her identity as a maid, she immediately prepared to rush to her rescue.

In her logic, the 'use' of the body is also an acceptable price to pay for completing the task.

She views her body as a weapon, and she sees no problem with it being seen or touched by people close to her.

Therefore, she would change her clothes and treat her wounds in front of Li Yelai without any hesitation.
Sometimes, Li Yelai felt fortunate that before she teamed up with him, she had always acted alone due to the curse.

Everyone else would suspect her of betraying them, so no one was willing to team up with her; at most, they would cooperate tactically.

He himself became her only teammate because of his extremely high curse resistance.

Otherwise, with such an unguarded and numb personality, and a girl who disregards gender boundaries and possesses top-notch figure and looks... no one knows what might happen.
This is also why Li Yelai kept lecturing her.

Perhaps she would be happier if she could forget those past pains?
Li Yelai sighed softly from inside his sleeping bag.

Little Mad King, lying in his sleeping bag, did not fall asleep immediately.

She turned slightly to the side, her gaze piercing through the dimness to the silhouette of another bed.

Confusion and bewilderment resurfaced in his eyes once again.

This seems to be different from what Isabel and the others 'taught'?
Didn't they say that in such a relaxing and private environment, he should get a little closer?

Isabel even grabbed Yan Hong and demonstrated it on the spot, sitting on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, making Yan Hong blush.

But why is it that when it comes to me, I'm stuffed into this separate 'shell'?

She tried hard to recall the 'teachings' that she couldn't fully understand, and compared them with the actual situation before her eyes; her little head was filled with doubt.

The cognitive bias left her feeling an indescribable sense of loss and confusion.

After a long period of confusion and staring, she finally succumbed to the exhaustion of days of travel and the relaxation brought by the medicinal bath, and her eyelids gradually grew heavy. In the moment before her consciousness slipped into darkness, she unconsciously curled up slightly in the direction where Li Yelai was.

While humanity was preparing for the final adjustments to its warships, the legions of the Dead Sleep Palace were busy on various battlefields.

The first battlefield was the long coastline of the lost lands.

The sea, churning with countless twisted limbs, is continuously spewing forth monstrous offspring. Each of these distorted forms, each terrifying shriek, is a moving source of infection.

The collective level of the Calamity Heirs has now reached the Third Awakening, which may not seem high, but combined with the terrifying accumulation of their numbers, the resulting twisted power is such that even a Sixth Awakening Great Psionicist, after facing them for a long time, would feel their rationality evaporating and falling into some indescribable abyss.

If this place weren't within the restricted area of ​​the Dead Sleep Palace, many of the restricted legions here would have been twisted into calamity offspring.

Furthermore, the power of the node-type calamity offspring increases dramatically as the number of calamity offspring increases.

This forced the overlords of the Dead Sleep Palace to carry out beheadings time and time again.

Meanwhile, from other directions, fleets and deep-sea legions from the Sea of ​​No Light, the Throat of Ruins, and the Lost Paradise launched fierce attacks on the sea areas occupied by the Calamity Heirs.

Their goal aligns with that of the Deathly Sleep Palace: to contain this horrific biological catastrophe within this relatively 'remote' sea area! They must not allow the scourge's contamination to spread to the wider ocean, or even to their own core territory!

Underwater, on islands, on beaches, in the air—fierce battles are erupting everywhere. Some restricted areas have even been forced to open a 'second front' on their own soil due to inadequate response or initial negligence.

Like the deadly underground palace of a lost land, like the throat of the Ruins.

The former was due to insufficient intelligence and underestimation of the enemy, which led to their infiltration into the interior.

The latter is entirely due to a jinx; more than a dozen production sites suffered setbacks and are still recovering, resulting in a significant reduction in mobilization capacity.

Currently, each of the four forbidden zones has deployed a psionic army of millions, and it is expected that even more will be deployed.

At the same time, because they are rivals and quite wary of each other, they are unable to fully cooperate.

As a result, this main battlefield has fallen into a state of stalemate.

In the second battlefield, in the lost inland regions, the Fiendish Spawns, having infiltrated this area, infected a massive number of flesh and blood creatures in a very short time. Ordinary animals, extraordinary beings, and even humans from forbidden zones all became new Fiendish Spawns.

This forced the Forbidden Zone Legion of the Second Battlefield to repeatedly expand its encirclement, and even the Supreme One couldn't help but directly wipe out a large number of towns to prevent the further spread of the Calamity Inheritance.

But the price of losing territory was that it was vast and sparsely populated.

Vast mountains and forests, complex underground caves, and desolate canyons always provide hiding places for those who slip through the net. There is always a small group, or even a single, scourge that manages to cleverly evade repeated sweeps by luck or instinct, and then, like seeds of plague, quietly take root and erupt again in new areas.

This forced the Legion of the Second Front to travel back and forth.

The third battlefield in the lost lands was the siege against the orcs.

In theory, this should be the simplest of the three battlefields.

These orcs have appeared for the shortest time, and they probably haven't had time to produce an orc leader who can unite the entire race.

Moreover, that seemingly illogical "power of thought" isn't created out of thin air; it requires at least some raw materials, even crude ones. Even if they could truly craft a Titan by hand, they'd still need enough scrap metal and parts, right?
The higher-ups at the Dead Sleep Palace judged that as long as they acted swiftly and decisively enough, they could completely annihilate these orcs with overwhelming force before they could grow in numbers and evolve into dangerous individuals, and purify the entire battlefield area to ensure that no orc spores remained, thus nipping this unexpected disaster in the bud.

However, when the beast-slaying legion, cobbled together from the private armies of various noble families, actually arrived at the designated area, set up its formation, and prepared to crush the orcs with overwhelming force...

But instead, they saw orcs everywhere!
'waaaaaaa' Their battle cry was earth-shattering!

They were wielding various low-level psionic weapons.

They were wearing metal armor that had clearly been crudely modified.

The leading orc was over three meters tall, and the battle axe in his hand looked like a toy.

What the fuck is going on?

What happened to the orcs who were newly born and only had primitive weapons?

Where did these psionic weapons and armor come from? And how did this giant guy appear?
In fact, the orc spores sown by Li Yelai and others originated from the giant orc in the No. 49 Disaster Fog.

Because of the existence of divinity, the newborn orcs born from its spores are naturally stronger and more warlike than ordinary orcs.

In the absence of a leader among the orcs, they will quickly rise to the position of leader through bloody internal battles and eliminations within a very short period of time.

Then, this giant will instinctively start 'waaaaa' leading the swarm to expand, fight, and continuously scatter more spores.

In order to cause trouble for the restricted area, Li Yelai and his team deliberately sowed spores in different areas and left behind some of the low-level psionic weapons they had confiscated.

This led the newly born orcs to wield psionic weapons and rampage across the land. Extraordinary creatures and humans from forbidden zones became their targets, and they used the resources to forge even more bizarre weapons.

And in the struggle, the giant orc was born!
Immediately, a dogfight ensued between them and the restricted area.

After the overlord of the forbidden zone beheaded that big orc, the orc tribe, having lost its strongest leader, should have fallen into chaos or even collapsed.

However, the orc in front of them only paused for a moment before unleashing an even wilder roar!

Instead of fleeing, the orcs around them pounced even more frantically on everything in their path, including the forbidden zone soldiers who were tightening their encirclement! All they could think about was 'waaaa' and more 'waaaaa!'

"What kind of beast is raising these orcs? Keeping them right next to the mines!"

"Quickly, continue the testing! We can't let a single orc escape!"

"Damn it, why are there still several groups of orcs active outside the encirclement!"

"Damn, there's a giant orc too?"

The leaders of the restricted area were in a state of panic, and then something even worse happened.

The encirclements of the second and third fronts are beginning to converge!
Two great calamities are about to collide!

The restricted area kept deploying troops to stop them!

As a result, the entire encirclement area had become a chaotic meat grinder.

On one side are the Legion of the Forbidden Zone, carrying out orders, establishing a solid defensive line, and gradually compressing the area.

On the other side is the infiltrating force of the monstrous offspring, which is spreading wildly and infecting all flesh and blood.

The newest addition, and also the most unpredictable, are these orcs wielding psionic weapons, growing more excited with each battle, and constantly upgrading their equipment.

The war has reached a fever pitch! (End of Chapter)