Night World Players

Chapter 83 Ingrid
Prosthetic limb?

Rast was slightly stunned in his heart.

According to his experience at Starry University, injuries like a broken arm are not incurable lifelong disabilities in this world where supernatural powers exist.

In the two long sequences of "Abundance" and "Forest", both have the ability to heal wounds and repair the body at the middle level.

Among the Night Blades, there are also professional counterparts, such as auxiliary Night Blades that can regenerate severed limbs.

There are even healing alchemical elixirs.

Previously, Rast had his eyeballs gouged out in the night world, and his body was burned into a half skeleton, but he was forcibly pulled back from the hands of death by the Star University using various night blades and alchemical potions.

Given Ingrid's current position in the Imperial Military, it shouldn't be difficult for her to heal her severed limbs.

"It's not what you think."

Ingrid seemed to notice the pause in Rast's movements and smiled.

"The special train from the military headquarters to pick me up will arrive in a few minutes. I'm free anyway, so would you mind chatting with me?"

"Just think of it as me, as a senior student, coming to test you, my junior."

Rust nodded. He naturally had no reason to object.

Excluding Dean Silver, whose specific status is still unclear and for some reason even Night Blade is not shown in the Fool's Library panel.

Ingrid, who has reached the sixth level and is only one step away from becoming a legend, is already the strongest person Last has ever seen, higher than Shiltina and Akshia.

Of course, the step from level six to legend is like a hurdle in the sky. It seems that there is only a gap of one level, but it has troubled countless people and they have been unable to overcome it for their entire lives.

To this day, there is no consensus on whether there are any living legends left in the entire continent.

But even so, she reached the sixth level and became the director of the Supervisory Department... Ingrid has already stepped into the upper echelons of the world and mastered many secrets that only people at this level can know.

Even if you reveal some of it casually, it may be of great help to Rast.

For example, if it weren't for the other party's assistance this time, even with the power of Hiltina and the entire Star University, they would not be able to help Last find clues about "Canaan".

"Student Rast, have you ever understood the relationship between the soul and the body in the sense of mysticism?"

Listening to Ingrid's question, Rust nodded.

His tower sequence originally focused on strengthening the soul. During the time he was recuperating in the school hospital, he used the smart terminal to catch up on the theoretical knowledge in this area.

"According to the knowledge I have, the body can be generally understood as a container for the soul."

"For ordinary people, their soul and body are unified, so naturally there won't be any problems... But if the body and soul don't match, then the soul will interfere with the body, and vice versa."

This is also the reason why there are very few old monsters in this world who shout “Hehehe, what a young body!”

Those corrupt souls that have been corrupted for a long time and have long been old and weak, even if they replace their bodies with young ones by possessing another body, the fresh bodies will inevitably begin to corrupt and rot under the interference of the aging souls the moment they are possessed.

Similarly, Last would rather delete most of the unnecessary memories, and set the dream of becoming a shore watcher as an anchor for his mind as if grasping at a life-saving straw, and permanently anchor his mental state at the age of seventeen through hypnotic suggestion.

If he hadn't done that, his soul would have already weathered away in three hundred years.

Even if he breaks away from the cycle, he will look no different from an old man in his twilight years.

"Yes."

Ingrid nodded.

She turned her wrist, lowered her eyes slightly, and slowly took off the black spider silk gloves.

The metal prosthesis that looked lifelike, with a silver-gray metallic luster and faintly visible mechanical gears at the joints was shown to Last.

"I lost my hand for a similar reason." "When I first joined the Supervisory Office and was on a mission as a superintendent, I activated the Night Blade for too long, causing my soul to be permanently damaged."

"My right hand is the part of my body that was projected from my soul... Even if I use extraordinary means to grow a new limb, it will quickly rot in a very short time. In the end, I have no choice but to use a prosthetic limb."

"But fortunately, this mechanical prosthesis made by a craftsman is still quite useful, which may not be a bad thing."

……

"The old man told you back in the academy that your method of using the Night Blade is very dangerous. It drains power from the soul... At best, it will shorten your lifespan, and at worst, it will cause permanent disability."

"It seems that you didn't listen to a word of the old man's kind reminder to you."

Dean Yin jumped onto Last's shoulders again without him noticing.

It had not spoken before, but now it looked coldly at Ingrid in front of it.

This was the first time that Last saw Dean Yin reveal such a cold expression. In the past, no matter who he faced in the academy, he would either act cute or lie down and act like a bad boy.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have a choice, Dean Silver."

Ingrid put on the black silk gloves again to cover the steel prosthesis that was shining with a cold light.

Her face was calm: "My Night Blade "Yin Tie" is only the most mediocre one according to the rating of the Ruins Institute. It is different from those darlings of fate who can stand out just by relying on powerful Night Blades."

"And I am not like Hiltina or other classmates who have a distinguished family background. Even if they give up becoming a Night Traveler, they still have a way out."

"But I have nothing, no background, and I am not willing to rely on the support of others to get to the top."

"The only thing I can rely on is my own hard work."

"If I hadn't made such a great contribution that time, I would never have been able to gain a foothold in the military with so many factions, let alone reach my current position."

Dean Yin did not respond to her.

He just lowered his voice and said again: "For power, for status..."

“Is it really worth all this?”

Ingrid smiled and said, "I know, Dean Yin, you actually expect me to answer you like Xiltina did—"

"I joined the Inspection Office and became a police inspector, including that time when I risked my life to make meritorious contributions, all for the sake of maintaining social stability and allowing the people to live and work in peace and contentment..."

"But in fact, you know that this is not the case."

She turned slightly to look at the faintly visible obelisk of stars on the distant hillside behind her.

"The reason why I work so hard to do all this——"

"In fact, it's all just to climb up by any means necessary."

The sound of the train whistle entering the station came from far away.

It was a black train with the Black Eagle livery exclusive to the Imperial Military, and its origin could be identified at a glance.

The strong wind caused by the train blew up the dead leaves piled on the platform, which first flew high into the sky and then fell down in scattered pieces.

Only Ingrid's words were left, lost in the wind.

"There are so many people in this world who have achieved happiness through power... Why can't I?"

"Why can't I have the power to change my own destiny?"

(End of this chapter)