Wizard: I brought the wrong system...

Chapter 351 The Lost Village

"And what happens after we find the monster? Am I supposed to carry it through the battle?" Yaro waved his hand listlessly. "Since none of you are willing to take me with you, just point out the direction, and I'll go by myself."

The villagers were overjoyed and readily agreed, eagerly describing the village's location, fearing that if they spoke too slowly, Yaro would forcibly take them away.

……

"Why would he refuse? He has no family, no children, is exceptionally intelligent, and sometimes impulsive... Aren't these the conditions he should accept?"

In the dark tunnel, a figure slowly opened his eyes.

"He doesn't really think that after something like this, his wife will still accept little Harry, does he?"

……

Pedestrians came and went, and the slight ripples quickly subsided.

After getting away from the crowd, Yaro glanced back at the short figure, frowned slightly, and muttered to himself, "Harry? There's something strange about him."

Although the events were different, Yaro had a strange sense of déjà vu.

It was as if one could see a trace of Heri in this child.

"Whatever, so what if it looks like it?"

"Rather than jumping out to confront the extraordinary and not only gaining little benefit but also suffering the consequences of my actions, it's better to stay peacefully in the mortal world."

Yaro shook his head and turned to leave.

In fact, Yaro knew that besides the legitimate reason, there might be another reason.

Harry's timing is off!

"Is someone already watching me?"

Since the child hadn't been examined thoroughly, Yaro couldn't guarantee whether his calculations were correct.

Maybe it is, maybe it isn't.

But none of that matters.

It was as if a large, human-shaped black cat had appeared before Yaro, mocking him: "Little Yaro, what a coward."

—So annoying!

"It's not cowardice, it's necessary vigilance!"

……

As they ventured deeper, the surrounding light inexplicably dimmed, subtly yet strangely creating a sense of isolation for Yaro from his surroundings.

A faint odor lingered in the air, like the smell of meat, yet also like the stench of a rotting corpse.

The concentration of void energy is slightly higher than that of the outside world, but it is not higher overall; rather, it is higher in a specific type of void energy.

Yaro looked at the increasingly desolate land around him and murmured, "Is this necromancy?"

He follows an elemental meditation method, focusing on the three elements of fire, water, and earth, and indirectly developing the three elements of wind, wood, and fire.

Whether it's the main attack type or the derivative type, they are all purely elemental, belonging to the shaping spells, and are powerful in frontal attacks.

The necromantic void energy was not within Yaro's understanding, and this was the first time he had ever experienced this special void energy.

"Is necromantic void energy really that corrosive to life? Even tall trees have withered?"

"Why hasn't this happened in Perrin's territory? Is it because this situation is relatively new and hasn't affected Perrin's territory yet?"

As we continued along the muddy path strewn with footprints, everything around us grew increasingly desolate. Broken bowls and clothes were scattered along the road, likely left behind by fleeing refugees.

The twisted, withered trees stood like rotting corpses, like ghostly figures, baring their fangs and claws, on both sides of the path.

As the cold wind blew by, a few lonely withered leaves swayed back and forth on it.

Step by step...

The surroundings were completely silent; all that Yaro could hear was the echo of his own footsteps.

"Having just survived a harsh winter, the spring that has finally arrived is so desolate. No wonder the refugees are all so emaciated and hungry."

Thump, thump—!

As if startled by Yaro's footsteps, a group of dark figures suddenly flapped their wings and took to the air, hovering slowly in mid-air, emitting a series of particularly chilling screams.

Dumb, dumb—!

The eerie, twisted, bizarre, and terrifying atmosphere inexplicably made Yaro relax, and even his steps became lighter.

I know this place so well, it's like I'm almost home!

But as he quickened his pace, instead of a towering castle, he found himself in a dilapidated village.

"Have we arrived?"

Yaro put on his heat-resistant gloves, drew his Fiery Greatsword, and carefully went inside.

The village grounds were not paved with stone slabs and were covered with black silt after being washed by rain. Walking on the metal boots felt like stepping on balloons; they were slippery and offered no support. When you lifted your leg, it was as if there was a suction force pulling on your boots.

"Hmm? That's...?"

Yaro looked at a patch of scattered black dots on the grayish-brown wallpaper next to him, reached out and scraped off a small dot, pinched it with his fingers, and then carefully sniffed it.

"It's blood! And it's blood that was splattered there just a few days ago!"

Based on the height and trajectory of the blood, it is highly likely that the blood is human and that it was spurted from the neck.

This bloodstain was everywhere in the village.

Looking at the ground, apart from his own footprints, the rest of the ground was flat.

"Was there a powerful force that splattered the blood onto this wall, or was the blood collected before the rain?"

Looking around, Yaro quickly spotted a house nearby.

The wooden door of the house was wide open, and the mud walls outside were covered with fine scratches, which were wider at the outside and narrower at the inside, as if they had been made by a file. Deep inside each scratch, there were still some tiny white substances.

Yaro turned around and tested the hardness of the wall surface.

"The surface of the wall is very brittle, probably just a flat surface made of ordinary mud, with some grass stems mixed in to make it tougher. Judging from the depth of the scratches, the creature that left the scratches was not very strong."

"Is there only one type of monster, or are there multiple types?"

"It's unlikely that the force used to leave a scratch would be enough to directly pierce a person's neck."

"Unless the adult stands still and lets the monster pierce their neck, or the monster lifts up a minor and then breaks open their neck."

One possibility is that the monster is capable of hallucinations. Based on previous information, the creature appearing here is most likely an undead creature, which means that ghosts may be present.

Another possibility is that it simply means the monster is extremely monstrous.

"Undead monsters are generally active at night, but if you can find them during the day, their danger is greatly reduced."

Through the cracks in the broken wood, Yaro peered into the house, which was empty; he found no trace of the monster.

Yaro circled the village again, but found no room with monsters, though many houses had scratches on their exteriors.

"Have all the monsters disappeared?"

Yaro guessed this, but he couldn't be sure.

Looking at the sky, it was already close to dusk.

He left the village, found a flat, high place, lit a fire, and rested.

(End of this chapter)