The night fell over the mine, and Lin Ye moved like a ghost, his figure as swift as lightning. Each of his steps was precise and light, silently navigating through the mine’s complex layout, drawing ever closer to the area where Wang Bo was.
Thanks to the speed granted by “প্রাথমিক ত্বরণ (Basic Acceleration),” Lin Ye silently crossed through the labor zone of the slave miners, avoiding the patrolling overseers. When he finally neared Wang Bo, a sense of unease stirred in his heart. Wang Bo’s figure remained hunched, hauling heavy ores, looking like an old man who could not escape the shackles of fate.
Lin Ye gently placed a stone imbued with faint spiritual energy into Wang Bo’s hand, whispering:
“Wang Bo, it’s me, Lin Ye.”
[Igniting Hope]
Wang Bo froze for a moment, his cloudy eyes widening in disbelief. He looked up at the familiar young man in front of him. After confirming it was indeed Lin Ye, his excited emotions caused his body to tremble slightly.
“It’s really you… Lin Ye!” Wang Bo’s voice was hoarse, bearing the marks of time.
Lin Ye gave him a comforting look and softly explained:
“I survived… I’m back, not to escape, but for revenge.”
As he spoke, he slowly drew upon his spiritual energy, channeling some of the energy from the devoured spiritual bones into Wang Bo, helping him regain a bit of strength. Wang Bo felt a warm current flow into his body, gradually restoring some of his vitality. A long-lost hope rekindled in his eyes.
“You… You really came back, Lin Ye! I’ve been waiting for you, for those demons!” Wang Bo’s eyes shone with the fire of vengeance.
Lin Ye nodded, his tone resolute:
“I won’t let them do as they please any longer. Now, the only question is, how do we act?”
[Demon Tribe Perception]
Just as Lin Ye was about to continue discussing the plan for revenge, he once again felt the strange stir within his bloodline. That familiar and powerful aura surged once more, as if something was awakening.
Lin Ye’s gaze sharpened, and he carefully sensed this aura. Faintly, he noticed a weak trace of it coming from Wang Bo as well. It was similar to the demon bloodline within him, though faint, it was certainly present.
He furrowed his brow, a sense of inexplicable doubt rising in his mind:
“Wang Bo also has this aura… Does he know something?”
Wang Bo, still unaware of Lin Ye’s unusual reaction, continued in a low voice:
“We can contact the other miners and, when they let their guard down, turn the situation around. If you can help us regain our strength, we will follow you to take revenge together!”
Lin Ye’s gaze grew colder, his resolve for revenge solidifying. But he knew that things were far from as simple as they seemed. What secret lay hidden within Wang Bo’s body? Could the “we” he spoke of truly change the fate of this mine?
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