Ark Undead

Greyhound and W's goal was actually this: to find the connection between Iberia and Agor, and to see how Iberia became what it is today.

The shadow lurking beneath Iberia could erupt at any moment; they must act quickly.

Therefore, under Lapp's coercion, the two reluctantly agreed to Lapp's demands.

After that, Lapu gave them their freedom to move around as they pleased, and they could even go to the beach, sit on the seawall, and gaze at the vast ocean stretching into the distance.

After all, if these two wanted to run away, Lapp had a million ways to catch them.

"If coercion is a form of cooperation, Mr. Lapp, you must be an expert in business rules, right?"

As expected of W, even in the face of overwhelming power, she still has the mind to utter sarcastic remarks.

But Lapp wasn't angry; rather, he was no longer affected by this level of mockery.

“You’re right. But in the past, it wasn’t just me who sought out others for collaborations. Many people came to me.”

Lap squinted his eyes, a nostalgic expression on his face.

"As people live longer, they see more and more things, to the point that their brains can't hold them all."

"Sometimes I wake up and have an urge to just do nothing."

"You can't understand. I've seen far too much... the filth and ugliness of people's hearts. Of course, there are also what the world calls kindness, or other so-called 'good qualities.'"

At this point, Lapp's smile turned mocking.

"But after all this time, it's still the same. The filth in people's hearts has never been cleaned up, so it's no wonder that things have turned out this way."

Lapp seemed to be reminiscing about the past again. Greyhound and W exchanged a glance but didn't say anything, just listened quietly.

They had mixed feelings about Lapp.

He looks like a young person, but he doesn't look young at all. He speaks like an old man reminiscing about the past in his twilight years.

The methods used against Greyhound and W were also extremely ruthless and swift, showing no mercy whatsoever.

Most importantly, they couldn't find any trace of race in the Lapps.

He didn't tell the two of them what race he was.

Could they be the legendary Agorians?

Greyhound and W had also speculated that he was most likely an Agor. After all, the legendary and mysterious Agor were quite special, and he might be a branch of the Agor race, and he was still searching for traces of the Agor.

"Mr. Lapp, how long will this reaction last?"

W was starting to feel the strain. It felt like there was another creature inside her, and the sensation of her internal organs being thrown into disarray was really unpleasant.

Greyhound's face was also very ugly, and he looked at Lapp in agreement.

Lapp stopped reminiscing, and the expression on his face returned to that ambiguous smile, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

"This soup is not just about connecting you; it's actually about transforming your bodies in some way."

Lapp's squatting posture has never changed. It's hard to imagine that someone as powerful as him would squat on the ground like a scoundrel.

"Whether the transformation will be good or bad, I can't say for sure. After all, the raw materials are different from before... But it doesn't matter, as long as we won't die."

Rapp has always been like this; he never finishes talking, and he always stops halfway through, which makes people grit their teeth in frustration.

Upon hearing this, W couldn't help but speak up again.

"What if we all turn into monsters, drinking this stuff every day? Didn't you want to cooperate with us? Is this your attitude towards cooperation?"

"Then let's change it."

"I don't care," Lap said nonchalantly.

"Don't forget, you agreed to these terms of cooperation. I didn't force you. I told you before that if you wanted to ask me for a solution, I would give you an answer. But whether you can bear the consequences is up to you."

Lap glanced at the empty bowl on the ground.

"And isn't this exactly your goal? To find the legendary Agor, to uncover the secrets of the Golden Age."

Lapp wasn't completely ignorant; the fact that he was interested in Greyhound and W meant he knew something about them.

W was still cursing when Lapp waved his hand, finally stood up from the ground, picked up the bowl, and turned to walk out of the room.

He was going to prepare the next dinner, and the two had plenty of time to rest before drinking another bowl of soup.

After Lapp left, W's expression instantly calmed down. She looked at the greyhound beside her and shook her head helplessly.

"There's no way to stab it out."

"Then let's wait and think of another way."

Greyhound nodded, frowning as he spoke, enduring the pain.

“His goals are probably different from ours. But so far, he hasn’t said what he really wants.”

"As long as our safety is guaranteed, we should try to see what his bottom line is. We are safe in the short term, and he shouldn't take action against us."

W wasn't really that bold; even with his life in Lapp's hands, he still relentlessly harassed Lapp.

Before returning to reality, she and Greyhound also discussed their plans in the dream.

Before Lapp and Greyhound turn against each other, we need to figure out what Lapp wants so we can plan our next move.

After all, no one would willingly hand their life over to someone else. Especially someone like Lapp, whose origins are unknown; no one knows if he might wield a scythe and sever their heads in the next second.

So, after discussing it, the two decided that W would play the villain, since she was the professional.

Unfortunately, Lapp was too well hidden, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Lapp and Greyhound were able to cooperate because they both seemed to have the same goal.

Moreover, according to Lapp, this was something he couldn't do himself, and he could only "ask" Greyhound and W for help.

Therefore, Greyhound and W must be valuable to Lapp now, it's just unknown how long that value will last.

It all depends on how long it takes Greyhound and W to find what Lapp wants.

"Turn into a monster."

W thought of what Lapp had said before, and her gaze suddenly became distant.

"Could it be that it will turn into a monster like those so-called 'sea creatures'?"

"It's hard to say."

Greyhound shook his head; he didn't know either.

"Even the doctor couldn't give a specific answer; the origin and development of those sea creatures remain a mystery. It's even less likely that we'll know."

"However, you don't sound that scared."

Upon hearing Greyhound's words, W couldn't help but chuckle.

There wasn't a trace of fear of death in that laughter.

"Aren't you the same? You were the first one to accept the plan."

Yes, Greyhound was the first to give in under Lapp's coercion.

But W knew that the man before her was no less persistent in his beliefs than she was.

They are the same kind of people, but Greyhound has an added touch of madness on top of W's original obsession.

He regarded it not only as a belief, but also as a truth.

Don't let Greyhound's usual carefree demeanor fool you. His true nature, revealed in the underworld and in front of Theresis, is what truly terrifies W.

What is it that allows Greyhound to have so many faces, and yet still maintain his true self?

Was Theresa really that charming to him?

Even W couldn't say for sure whether it was that king who gave Greyhound such a change.

For Greyhound and W, becoming monsters might be another form of liberation.

At least, one can forget the unattainable goal and indulge in pointless daydreams.

To escape this land of suffering and return to one's own dream.

The greyhound chuckled twice, then made a move to get up.

"I'm going to see the sea."

Come back soon.

W said.

"There's another bowl to drink later."

...

On the other side, after Greyhound left the room where he was resting, Lapp squatted in front of the pot used to make soup, staring at the iron pot in front of him, listening to Greyhound's footsteps getting further and further away.

These two were indeed carefully chosen by Lapp, but they are not irreplaceable.

What Lapp valued in them was their mystery and intelligence.

There's no need to go into too much detail; they know for themselves what questions they should and shouldn't ask.

It didn't matter who was standing behind them; Lapp didn't care.

He just wanted to find what he wanted in less time.

He had been unable to enter the dream world for an unknown amount of time.

Those nightmares, born at the very beginning of time, have now grown into behemoths that even Lapp fears.

His blade was still sharp enough, but the enemy's armor was becoming stronger every day.

Lapp still had enough patience to wait. But he didn't know if the enemy would wait as patiently as he did.

Stirring the water in the pot with a randomly picked-up stick, the Hai Si's body tissues, floating and sinking in the water, gradually lost their original color and mixed with the soup.

Lapp's gaze gradually penetrated the soup in the pot.

"Old friend."

He could smell a special scent on Greyhound and W, which was one of the reasons he chose Greyhound and W.

As long as that aura is there as a guarantee, Greyhound and W will never lose their original minds.

This scent is lurking deep in my memory, never to be forgotten.