bullyxtreme Chapter 155 Story
Chapter 155 Story
"Click."
The wooden door was gently pushed open a crack, and a sliver of cool moonlight shone into the somewhat dim room, illuminating the girl's pale profile.
Farusan sat quietly on the simple wooden bed, her left hand resting on the half-lifted quilt, her bright yellow, triangular eyes staring blankly at the earthen wall in front of her.
Even so, apart from the cracks and mottled marks left by time, there is nothing on the earthen wall.
Hearing the door open, the girl suddenly looked up at the door like a wind-up puppet. When she saw the somewhat familiar figure, she relaxed her tense body slightly.
"It's you..."
A forced smile appeared on Farusan's pale face, her messy sky-blue hair cascading over her shoulders, but the girl had no desire to take care of it at all.
She lowered her gaze, her eyes returning to the seemingly bare earthen wall.
Mu Feng carried a small bamboo basket into the hut and silently pushed the door shut.
The cold moonlight of the desert was driven out of the room. As the bamboo basket was placed on the small table beside the bed and gently opened, the aroma of rice porridge, along with the fragrance of flatbread mixed with oil, filled the room, slightly dispelling the harshness of the desert night.
"Gulu."
Her hungry stomach protested, but the girl, leaning against the bed, just stared blankly at the spider web spreading in the corner of the earthen wall, showing no desire to eat.
It was as if the person sitting on the bed was not a girl named Farusan, but merely a soulless shell.
“Falusian…you saw it all, didn’t you?”
Mu Feng turned his gaze to the void terminal device casually placed at the foot of the bed and sighed deeply.
That wasn't where he originally placed the Void Terminal.
Originally, he did not intend to let Farusan know the truth too soon.
The girl did not answer. She clenched her hand holding the sheet for a moment, then let it loosen weakly.
Yes, she saw everything.
I saw those accidental announcements from over a hundred years ago.
In fact, when the boy who saved her gave that answer that deliberately avoided the correct one, the intelligent Farus had already realized something.
But she still clung to a tiny sliver of hope.
Perhaps she only stayed there for a year? Two years?
Perhaps she needs to go back and repeat a few years to catch up with her group of unreliable friends?
Perhaps our parents have just gotten a little older?
Or maybe...
Filled with fear and anticipation, she reached out and touched the void terminal that the boy had left beside his backpack.
However, when the truth was laid bare before her, she still underestimated the pleasure that time could have in manipulating fate.
November 5th.
The genius young scholar Farusan went missing while exploring the mechanisms of the Red King's Tomb in the desert for an academic project, and her whereabouts are currently unknown.
His mentor, students, family members, and disciplinary officers are conducting a full-scale search and rescue operation, and it is currently impossible to determine his life safety status.
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November 12th.
After a week-long search in the desert, no clues were found about the whereabouts of the scholar Farusan, nor was any evidence of her death found.
The Order has attempted to negotiate with the Desert Mercenary Group, hoping they can provide the necessary assistance.
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November 23rd.
A large-scale search and rescue operation was launched by the Faculty of Education, the families and mentors of the scholars, and the students. The Faculty of Education will not give up on the life of any scholar until the very last moment.
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December 5th.
The search and rescue operation has been ongoing for a month, but no trace of the Faroshan scholar has been found.
It is estimated that, considering the harsh living conditions in the desert and the supplies they carried, the chances of the Faroshan scholars surviving are less than one percent.
The desert mercenary group had reached its limit in terms of concessions to the rainforest personnel. Left with no other choice, the large-scale search team, consisting of the disciplinary officer and a group of thirty people, had to withdraw from the desert, leaving only a small team organized by family and friends to carry out the rescue.
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December 16th.
The long-term search and rescue operation has been declared a failure, and the Academy is considering revising the information on the survival of scholar Farusan. Her manuscripts will be compiled and published by her students.
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December seventeenth.
The decision to change her survival information was met with strong opposition from the relatives and friends of the Faroshan scholar, who insisted that they believed she was still alive. The Council of the Church eventually compromised and permanently changed her survival information to missing.
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December 30th.
The posthumous manuscripts on institutions and philology, attributed to scholar Fiona Falusian, have been officially published. Regarding Falusian's disappearance, her classmates, friends, and students have expressed their opinions...
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Subsequently, no further records about "Falushan" could be found in the Void Terminal's logs.
The Farusian known to her friends, family, mentors, and students had died that December.
That year was exactly one hundred years ago.
One hundred years! It's only been twenty hundred years since the Demon God War.
A hundred years really passes quickly, so quickly that she had only been calculating a puzzle and solving a mechanism in that airtight Red King's mausoleum before she quietly passed away.
A hundred years is indeed a very slow time, so slow that her relatives and friends spent their entire lives chasing after her, yet they could not see the end of this seemingly endless journey to find her family.
When she awoke from that long, hot dream, she was all alone.
Her mother, who used to call her home for meals, is no longer here.
My father, who was always taciturn and smoked a pipe, is gone.
The insincere mentor who used criticism to promote himself is gone.
The friends who liked to plagiarize her papers to get by are gone, and even that group of carefree students are gone.
When everyone was there, despite their reluctance to believe it, everyone accepted the fact that she was no longer there.
But when everyone else was gone, she miraculously returned to the surface, like a dead person returning from the earth's veins.
Then, alone, I faced this world that had changed beyond recognition.
Now she can be called Farusian, or she can be called by any other name, because the meaning of the name Farusian has vanished along with the person who anchored it.
Time played a cruel joke on her.
She used to dislike going home and wasn't good at socializing, so the robot Tamimi became almost her only channel of communication with the outside world.
Her distant and hazy childhood, and the years she spent trapped in the desert, were among the few times she felt homesick.
People always believe in a strange truth: that encounters only become meaningful after distance is created.
But this longing is now separated by an insurmountable chasm of time, and by an eternal boundary between life and death that no one has ever crossed.
Like a tombstone,
She was outside.
And they were inside.
"Clap."
The thick rice porridge was poured into a porcelain bowl. Mu Feng had his back to Falushan. He didn't say anything to comfort her, but continued to maintain the silence in the room.
In the face of life and death, all words are pale and powerless, and no one can truly empathize.
Until the rice porridge was full.
"Senior Falushan, would you like to hear a story?"
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