Chapter 7 (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi_Bo_Studio  Editor: Nyoi_Bo_Studio

Sui Xiong had great patience. Or, more likely, after traveling through space to this strange world, wandering in the vast sea, and absorbing magic in the ice trench, he had perfected the skill of patience.

So he spent five days next to the weird vacant space, watching. During these five days, he rarely moved and always carefully observed his surroundings. Through observation, he was able to sum up the law of magic in the woods—it was actually quite simple: the magic was weakest at noon and strongest at midnight, and this cycle went on endlessly.

In addition, he finally understood why there was such verdant plant life in the woods and so few animals and insects. Every night, the thick magical power killed many of the animals and insects, and their carcasses slowly seeped into the earth. Perhaps those black skulls and skeletons were actually the accumulated debris.

The thick magic late at night had no effect on Sui Xiong. His body had long gathered the ice magic with such a staggering concentration that it had reached its limit. It even got to the point that his body continued to lose magic as he produced more every day. Because it could no longer be condensed and stored, it had to be dispersed out of his body.

Only this concentrated ice magic was comparable to the magic fog in the woods at night, and only the black fog (which became much thicker above the black vacant space) would be stronger than the magic dispersed by him.

He also discovered something: the black skeletons seemed to be resentful of all creatures except plants. As soon as insects or animals came close to them at night, they would attack wildly, kick, scratch and bite, intending to kill them. But they turned a blind eye to Sui Xiong, who was quite close to them, as if he didn’t exist. Maybe this was because the body that he was in was actually already “dead”.

After observing for a few days in succession, Sui Xiong felt that he had collected enough information and finally chose one day at noon to dig underneath the black vacant space as the sun shone splendidly. What he saw met his expectations: a bunch of dark black bones when he only dug a bit at the surface. They weren’t complete skeletons, but a variety of bone fragments.

“It seems that the skeletons temporarily pile up at night.” Sui Xiong watched the bones as they faded slowly from dark black to light grey in the sun, and he nodded secretly. He didn’t move the bones, nor did he fill the burrowed hole until the next night.

As he had guessed, the faded bones didn’t turn into skeletons that night, although the magical powers of the woods still clung to the vacant space. The bones simply rattled all night long.

The next day was once again sunny. The bones faded even more in the sun, and they shook with an even weaker sound at night. So Sui Xiong almost fully understood now. He no longer observed and left.

He walked alone in the black woods, moving by day and resting at night. Along the way he could, from time to time, see those black vacant spaces that he suspected had skeletons buried beneath them. He also tried attacking the black skeletons and found that they were very weak. He could destroy them by sweeping them away, without using magic.

“This is a good thing,” Sui Xiong smiled and said to himself after destroying another group of black skeletons. “It seems that this world is not very dangerous.” So after walking for another five or six days, he finally saw the long-awaited traces of people.

It was a small village built on a vast open space. This space was clearly the result of man-made deforestation, as it was surrounded by many stumps. Many of the traces of deforestation on the stumps were still new, and some villagers were working hard to cut down the black woods and extend a cleared space for survival.

This was a small village, with small cabins forming a circle around a significantly taller stone house that was surrounded by wells. A strange cross-shaped statue was erected on the roof of the stone house, which was formed by a horizontal dagger and a vertical eye. The strange statue made Sui feel somewhat uncomfortable. It wasn’t a feeling of danger, but pure disgust. It was a feeling similar to Hindus seeing fried steaks, or Muslims seeing rice with pork, or foodies seeing microwave dinners, or animal activist seeing someone eat live shrimp… This statue was really cursed, and he did not like it!

The village looked quite normal except for the upsetting statue. The village was surrounded by wooden fences that were large and tall like massive walls. The stone house was somewhat crudely built, but it used ample materials so that people knew it was strong when they saw it. Also, the villagers who were walking around wore somewhat shabby clothes. Apparently, they weren’t particularly wealthy.

The entire village had only one exit, guarded by a tall and strong bald man. Although the man didn’t wear armor, he carried a big ax that appeared to be heavy. He seemed quite powerful. He vigilantly kept watch and never left his post. He seemed to be a very responsible man.

Pieces of farmland surrounded the village. The farmland was planted with a kind of vine that Sui Xiong didn’t recognize. The vines had neither flowers nor fruits, only pieces of grey-green leaves.Looking closely, he found that the leaves had vague golden veins, which emitted a slightly golden color when reflecting the sunshine.

There were also farmers working in the farmland. They were mainly women and children doing strange work: they didn’t plough or fertilize the soil or weed or catch insects, but instead carefully sprinkled a spoonful of water on the leaves of the vines. From time to time, they would scoop out water from the wooden casks, large or small, that they carried on their back or arm and sprinkle it onto the vines.

The spoons they used were quite small. Ten or more spoonfuls of water were roughly equal to an ordinary person’s mouthful of water. It was clear that they cherished the water when taking it from the wooden cask, as they often paid careful attention to it for a while before watering the vines. The origin of the water was quite extraordinary, and the water needed to be obtained through special rituals.