Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 215 Abyss Studio

The chaotic scene of demons running rampant in the castle after his escape, and the old butler being punished, constitute the first complete scene of the White Corpse's memory.

The second act is when he is chosen from the fifth floor.

It seems that even after he left, he was still taken up to the fifth floor.

In this memory, he was still rejected by the monster inside the bronze coffin, and saw the injured old butler staring at him with a sinister expression: "Since you've been chosen, you only have one path: to accept the bronze's approval, otherwise..."

The screen flickered, and he saw the little man with the parted hair being forced to face all sorts of bronze creations and strange instruments day after day.

He listens to the sound of bronze to fall asleep every day and night. He worships those bronze artifacts, yet he constantly feels his flesh being torn apart. The living, almost lifelike bronze tears open his skin and seeps into his body and spirit bit by bit.

Han Su wanted to see the details of the process, but his consciousness couldn't immerse itself in it.

All he could see was repetitive, mechanical torture, as if, in the eyes of the white corpse, it was all so distorted and twisted.

Han Su could only choose to enter the next complete memory fragment, and he saw the memory of the white corpse appearing outside the castle.

But the entire memory fragment was oppressive and somber.

Han Su added his own understanding and realized the reason: during this time, the white corpse must have been sealed in a bronze coffin.

He was in a coma for a long time, and when he woke up occasionally, he would hear various languages ​​being used to bargain.

During the conversation, they mentioned things like "defective products" or "secret weapons".

We moved on to the next memory segment, and this time the memory was finally clearer.

In the white corpse's memories, he saw a tall, slender woman.

Han Su's heart skipped a beat as the image matched his hazy memories; she was someone he knew.

She was indeed the woman who had taken care of him.

But she was completely different from the image in his memory; she was cold, arrogant, and had a condescending look on her face.

At this moment, the white corpse was unable to speak, and even her thinking was very slow. All that could be seen was her speaking to another man dressed in an expensive white suit, pleading with him: "You're quite capable. How much money did you spend to actually find him?"

"But can't you tell? He's already a dead man."

"..."

"Save him..."

The man in the suit pleaded desperately, "You can definitely save him, right?"

"The price of ascending the throne is enormous."

The tall, thin woman looked at him coldly: "If he becomes the heir to the bronze, he will gain unimaginable glory and benefits."

"But since we have failed, we will naturally pay a huge price."

"If you have to blame someone, blame him for not being cut out for it!"

“The other heirs have all rushed to their respective fronts, and even those who weren’t chosen have found suitable positions. Only he, this good-for-nothing, was lucky enough to be chosen, but he still became a defective product. He’s simply wasted his opportunity!”

"His only purpose now is to be used as a secret weapon, or to give him a quick death right now."

"..."

"Can't!"

The man in the suit shouted, "How could he fail if he was chosen?"

"This is your problem, this is your problem, you clearly said..."

"We never made any promises!"

The tall, thin woman looked at him coldly: "We've only said that the power at that high level comes with great risk, and failure is normal. This certainly doesn't just refer to the failure of not being chosen, but also includes the risk of failure even after being chosen."

"And you must understand, even this chance of failure was something you begged for on your knees!"

"..."

"I don't know, I have no idea..."

The man in the suit cried out, his voice trembling with emotion, "I just... I just want to get a ticket for my family..."

"I don't believe you don't know."

The tall, thin woman faced him, her expression full of sarcasm: "You knew very well, you just realized it now and regretted it."

"but……"

She paused for a moment, then said, "It's not entirely without a chance."

"If you are willing to pay enough, I can find a way to conduct some experiments on him."

"Because even I want to know just how bad the talent is, that even after receiving authorization, it still turned out to be a defective product."

"It's certain that he has accepted the power of high-level copper, but the will of copper hasn't been activated. Perhaps I can try to activate it with external force. If successful, he can still become copper's heir and help you get that ticket..."

"Of course, you should be prepared, this process can be quite painful..."

"..."

"I agree! I agree!"

Before she could finish speaking, the man in the suit shouted, "I'll pay! I'll pay whatever it takes!"

"We must help him activate it, no matter the cost..."

"..." "..."

"Shh!"

The fragments of memory flowed again, and Han Su saw large swaths of distorted memories, countless broken and chaotic scenes pieced together illogically.

The experience of receiving "treatment" with a small group of people, with countless steel needles piercing their brains, can only be described as a series of nightmares pieced together, each fragment riddled with holes and covered in blood.

Behind these endless, distorted memories lies a familiar place, which appears to be the Lilac Mansion.

Han Su even saw the old man from Dingxiang Mansion in this memory, as well as the familiar living bronze puppet.

He saw countless people surrounding him, watching his attempt.

Looking at the living bronze puppet, no matter how hard he tried, there was no sign of it reviving.

He saw countless scornful expressions: "Useless. He's tried everything he could, and even things he didn't want to try. The will of bronze hasn't awakened in his body at all. He's not a defective product; he's just completely useless."

Through the white corpse's memories, Han Su saw the disgusted and disappointed look in the old man's eyes at the Dingxiang Mansion, as if he were wasting time.

He saw Bai Senmang looking at him with a hint of hatred in his eyes: "Why..."

"We've invested so much money in you, and yet... you're completely useless?"

"..."

But amidst that overwhelming disdain and the look of utter contempt, the voice of the tall, thin woman could be heard. She suddenly laughed: "Not surprising at all. I think I've finally found the reason now."

"He did fail, but the power of copper is indeed within him; he is already a natural vessel of copper, but the will of copper has not awakened, perhaps..."

"The will of bronze was never in him."

"Although I don't understand exactly what happened, the will of bronze has been inherited by someone else..."

"He wasn't a defective product; he was merely a sacrifice left for the heir!"

"..."

Everyone stared at her in utter horror and disbelief.

She then whispered to the owner of the Lilac Mansion, "Just wait, I think your heir will be back soon!"

They were all laughing, as if they had made a huge blunder, and even giving him a fair chance.

It wasn't because he was too useless.

On the bright side, they seemed to be letting him off the hook. He was finally released from the lab and sent to Qinggang. They built a building where he was allowed to live on the top floor, overlooking the entire city.

Some secret agreements were signed, and he outwardly, even presented himself as the heir, while the tall, thin woman devised a way to transform him, allowing him to live in a bizarre manner.

"If you can't be the heir, then being the heir's dog is also an honor for you..."

"From this perspective, the Bai family's investment was not actually a failure..."

"..."

The memories that follow are a little more complete, and they are from the time when the White Corpse was first imprisoned in the building in the middle of Qinggang.

He began to handle some problems; he was omnipotent because he possessed power that no one else could match.

Wherever he went, he was met with awe and even fear.

But he was the only one who lived in constant fear, knowing that everything he possessed was destined to be taken away by others.

When he was lucid, he asked countless times who the heir was.

But those people refused to say, and wouldn't even let him ask, because the whereabouts of the heir were not to be discussed.

He planned and pondered again and again, trying to devise a plan, but in order to survive, and to ensure that the copper power within his body could continue to be contained instead of destroying his body, he could only accept the transformation time and time again...

It wasn't until this transformation arrived that Han Su suddenly understood why his memories had become so chaotic.

He wasn't deliberately making things difficult for himself or setting a trap.

This is because that's how his memory is.

The process of transformation is like erasing the contents of a cassette tape, formatting your brain time and time again.

The reason he was able to record these few profound scenes over such a long period of time was because he possessed an astonishing resentment.

It was this hatred that made him remember these few clearer images so vividly...

This resentment reached its peak when he finally saw someone in Qinggang.

He suddenly saw someone who had left a deep impression on him when he was in the castle. That person had grown up and was standing at the entrance of a dirty and damp wonton shop, saying goodbye to someone carrying a suitcase.

He recognized the man as the mysterious child who had escaped from the castle. Overjoyed, he finally understood the whole story.

Why didn't the will of copper awaken within him?

That's because it was stolen long ago...

Who can steal the will of copper?
It must be him, the mysterious man who escaped from the castle. I can even sense the dormant will of bronze within him.

How come I never noticed him before?
He was overjoyed, roaring wildly, and even trying to grab him directly.

But the person carrying the suitcase only glanced at him coldly. Then, all the electronic eyes, surveillance cameras, and cell phone cameras that Qinggang could see suddenly looked at him.

At the same time, inside the building where he was located, the phone rang. A tall, thin woman on the other end issued an order: "It's time for him to undergo this transformation..."

(End of this chapter)