【Interstellar Contract Magician】Ruyuanke

Chapter 245 [Empire] Darkness

It is said that those mecha equipment are equipped with biological energy detection systems that can accurately lock onto life activities beyond normal circumstances.

My mind seemed to be occupied once again.

Even though I'm so far away from it, it seems like I'm thinking about it all the time.

Like some disgusting parasite, it clutches and clutches tightly.

It was in the school, where the air seemed to have become damp and heavy. I could almost feel it "breathing" through every crack, and its unignorable hunger came from afar.

It longs for food, longs for humans, longs for me, longs to be "eaten".

It was an irresistible force, threatening yet also drawing me in. I didn't know if, in the end, I would deliver myself into its mouth, or hand over someone else—someone innocent—to it for devour.

But it had to be fed, no matter what. Whether it was me or him, or where the food came from, it didn't matter. I didn't want to think too much about it, just knew that until it was fed, I could never let it go.

I don't know why I can't let go.

But I couldn't think straight. Even whether I really wanted to continue was a blur. Fear, disgust, and helplessness mingled, but these feelings seemed suppressed by a greater force. I couldn't give up. I knew it was dangerous, disgusting, even irrational, but I was powerless to stop, like a bound puppet, unable to break free.

I can just feel the presence of that plant, its desire, its indifference, its waiting, like some kind of curse, which has already gripped me tightly, making me dare not let go, and it also refuses to let go.

An indescribable force pushed me towards it. It was this extreme pull.

I was afraid of it and hated it, but its weight made it impossible for me to resist.

It is so cold and ruthless, like fate. I can only follow its pace and move towards the end where there is no turning back.

I suddenly regained consciousness, unable to believe what I had just thought.

The feeling of being restrained and oppressed seemed to disappear in an instant, but the void it left behind made my heart tighten.

I was acutely aware of the coldness and silence surrounding me, as if I had suddenly woken from a long dream. My mind felt empty, as if the air had been suddenly sucked out of it.

I took a deep breath and forced myself to stand firm.

I looked out at the pitch-black night, empty and empty. My mood seemed to merge with the darkness, indifferent and silent, not knowing what I was looking forward to or what I was avoiding.

I want to stay away from it, I want to let it go, but every time this thought comes up, I can feel the heaviness, as if a hook has hooked my heart, forcing me to keep looking back and keep falling into that bottomless vortex.

The sudden pain jolted me awake. The sting came from my wrist, sharp and raw, and I almost instinctively pulled my hand away. The aerial roots of the pothos vine emerged again, piercing my skin, as if reaching deep into my heart.

A stream of cold liquid spread from the wound, and something was injected into my body by the green ivy.

I seemed to feel it spreading and diffusing within my body. My breathing gradually became steady, and the air became less heavy.

I felt like I was suddenly able to breathe fresh air again, my heartbeat became regular, and my mind gradually became clear.