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Chapter 855: Chapter 0855: Main Historical Text (600 extra words, requesting monthly pass) Chapter 855: Chapter 0855: Main Historical Text (600 extra words, requesting monthly pass) “According to divination, as well as multiple ‘mysterious artifacts’ held by the Federation…
the discovery on the Star of Hope is related to Target One!”
On the helicopter, Baird quickly took over a classified document.
“Your mission is to ensure the safety of the research personnel and to bring back the findings intact,” said a man dressed in black sternly.
“The Federation will have a squad of Extraordinary People at your disposal.”
“I understand,” Baird replied, taking a deep breath to indicate he fully comprehended the situation.
Although he was not in favor of divination, he knew he had to complete the mission since it had been assigned to him.
…
Meanwhile, aboard the Star of Hope.
Diver Shana was carrying a tray with sandwiches and coffee, knocking on Scholar Harun’s door.
Ever since he got those photos and clay tablets, the scholar had been buried in research, locking himself in his room for the entire day and night, which was worrying.
Knock!
Knock!
Knock!
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Knock!
The knocking continued without any response from Harun.
“This…
something’s happened.”
Without a second thought, Shana released her Inspiration and probed behind the door.
The next second.
She felt a terrifying darkness, accompanied by a sense of historical time eroding, surging toward her, making her shudder uncontrollably.
“Someone come!”
Her shrill voice shattered the silence.
A moment later, several sailors came over and broke open Harun’s bedroom door with a firefighter’s axe.
Bang!
The bedroom door flew open, and a stench of blood assaulted their nostrils.
“Not good.”
The sailors entered the room cautiously, holding shotguns.
They saw a dark red pool of blood on the floor, and Scholar Harun sitting in a chair, a revolver in his mouth.
Behind him, the wall was splattered with red, white, and black stains.
“Ugh!
Ugh!”
Several crew members turned their heads away and retched upon witnessing the scene.
“Harun…
committed suicide?
Impossible!”
How could Harun, the Extraordinary Scholar with grand ideals and goals, take his own life?
‘Unless… he was controlled?
But who could control him…
could it be…’
Almost subconsciously, Shana began to doubt their recent findings.
The ancient ruins contained terrifying secrets and possibly alarming contamination, which greatly increased the likelihood of supernatural incidents for explorers.
However, as an experienced explorer, Scholar Harun should have been well-prepared to prevent such occurrences.
“Everyone, don’t panic, preserve the scene,” Shana said, taking a deep breath and stepping forward to Harun’s desk.
Scattered photos littered the desk, and rows of messy drafts had been deciphered—the result of Harun’s short-term research.
Despite knowing the dangers, Shana couldn’t help but glance at them.
On the white paper were several lines of chaotic text.
—”Darkness… creator… apocalypse…”
—”Insect Clan… Sea Monkey…”
—”Haha…
it turns out that humanity, so self-proclaimed as noble, wise, and World Lords…
In the Ancient Su Lu truth was actually…”
The first two lines were apparently translated words, while the last line was Harun’s recorded emotions.
Shana felt that Harun must have discovered some horrifying secret that dealt a severe blow to his spirit, making him unable to control himself.
On top of the contamination’s influence, he chose to end his own life.
“The truth of ancient times… what does it have to do with the present?”
She felt she was one step away from the truth, yet it remained elusive.
“Is it because the truth is too cruel that even Harun doesn’t want to write it down?”
Shana’s eyes were slightly red.
Just then, several figures emerged from the shadows.
They were a squad of Extraordinary People from the Federation.
“What’s going on?”
The squad leader furrowed his brow upon seeing the scene, “Scholar Harun…
committed suicide?”
Outside, the sound of helicopter rotors vibrated, as shadows slid down one by one.
Baird walked into the cabin and, seeing the scene, his face turned as dark as water.
“You’re too late.”
Shana sighed.
“According to the Federation’s orders, I can do anything I believe is beneficial to the Federation…
Lady Shana Besta!
Please cooperate with our work.”
Baird looked at the scene, his eye twitching.
He felt that ever since he became a runner for the strategy room, nothing he had done had ever gone smoothly.
“Please tell me the detailed account of what happened.”
“Of course.”
Shana pointed outside, “Let’s go to the dining room to talk.”
An Extraordinary Person stood right next to Baird, while the rest were inspecting the site, even preparing to set up a Spirit Communication Ritual.
Even for the dead, there were many ways to make them speak!
…
The dining room.
Baird held a teacup, quite incredulous:
“So…
Scholar Harun committed suicide because he couldn’t bear the truth after decrypting some historical documents?”
He felt that this shouldn’t be the truth.
At least, there seemed to be no connection between the historical documents and Turing Arthas.
“That tablet and the photograph, they must be properly sealed and stored.” After thinking, Baird said solemnly.
“Of course…”
Shana bowed her head, her face full of sorrow.
“Colonel, the results are in.”
At that moment, the captain of the Extraordinary Squad came over with a grim expression: “We cannot communicate with Mr.
Harun’s spirit, it seems to have completely dissipated, which is very abnormal…”
“The clue…
broke again?”
Baird looked at Shana, “The Federation needs you.”
“Ha…
So now they’re not only forcibly recruiting documents, but people as well?” Shana chuckled coldly, but didn’t argue.
After all, Scholar Harun had always hoped he could make a contribution to the Federation.
“How much do you know about ‘Ancient Su Lu Mythology’?”
Baird suddenly asked a question.
“It’s a rather obscure historical hypothesis, proposed by unnamed scholars.
Mr.
Harun summarized the concept, believing that in ancient times, there was a brilliant mythological civilization…
As for why it’s called ‘Ancient Su Lu Age’, I don’t know…”
Shana answered, “And the clay tablet from this time is also an artifact from the Ancient Su Lu Age.”
Baird nodded, “It seems…
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we need a lot of archaeologists and historians, um…
especially those in obscure fields.”
…
“Oh?
It’s been unearthed?”
Posero City.
Amidst the devastation, legion after legion of Void Demons appeared.
On the ground lay the broken bodies of mechanical beings, their eyes occasionally flickering with electric sparks before quickly fading away.
Su Lu sat high on his throne, suddenly looking towards the ocean.
That clay tablet wasn’t ‘historical scripture’, but something He had forged.
However, the information upon it could indeed become ‘real’!