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Chapter 2: Chapter 1 My Revival_2

I need more power!

But he was trapped inside the small bottle, unable to move or say a word. He had absolutely no way to search for the Mysterious rare artifact with Spiritual Power.

Karl silently watched the siblings for over ten days, constantly trying but never succeeding in establishing communication with them.

“What’s the logic in this? I can hear without ears and see without eyes, so why can’t I speak without a mouth?”

He fell into deep contemplation; if only he could speak, he could figure out a way to use the power of others to obtain the Mysterious rare artifact.

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At night, the smell of moist earth drifted through the air, and in the pitch-black sky, there was a faint flash of lightning – a downpour was imminent.

The overcast sky was dark and gloomy. T the lightning and thunder performed a terrifying symphony between heaven and earth, like a horror painting, as if even the spirits of nature were roaring in anger at this moment.

“Boom!”

The outside suddenly erupted into a torrential downpour!

Irene knelt inside the house, her head lowered as she murmured incessantly to herself.

“O Sea God and the gods above, I beseech you, please bring back my parents.”

Her prayers failed to elicit any response.

Irene shed tears, there wasn’t much left to trade at home, and she simply couldn’t manage to raise her brother by herself smoothly.

Why?

Why can’t the great gods of this world save us?

Could it be,

that the gods just don’t care for mortals?

All this time, Irene had many aspirations for the future. She wanted to watch her brother grow up, to leave the town and see the world outside, to experience all she had never experienced.

Even after their parents disappeared, she remained strong and took care of her brother by herself, enduring life’s hardships and obstacles to this day, all because of this small hope for the future.

“Why don’t the gods ever protect us…”

At that moment, the girl startled and sensed danger approaching the cabin.

In the dark jungle outside, there were figures moving that didn’t seem to mean well. The peril in the pouring rain nearly suffocated the girl.

Irene was utterly astonished and instinctively muttered to herself,

“Who’s there?”

In the wind and rain, five men dressed in beastly attire and wielding sharp blades, with black patterns on their faces, slowly emerged from the woods.

Their faces expressed an unmasked hunger as they pressed towards the wooden house where Irene and her brother lived.

“Don’t resist in vain!”

The men with black patterns on their beastly attire burst in, brandishing their weapons with malevolence, ordering the astonished Irene not to think about escaping.

“Who are you?”

Irene was horrified, and one of the men in beastly attire with a black facial pattern suddenly grabbed her arm and dragged her outside violently.

She was quickly pulled out of the house by the five men and thrown down onto the damp soil.

Her brother, not even a year old, was also taken out into the stormy weather, his captors looking at the infant as if he were livestock.

The baby in swaddling clothes began to cry loudly.

Irene, trembling in the mud, could only wail, pleading for them to spare her brother.

“Please, let my brother go. Do whatever you want with me, just spare him!”