Chapter 82 74: Ming's Hand Revealed

Even though it's unclear where this cookie-scented guy came from, could he really be a family member they left behind?"Andrea, is it doubting mother?"

"My God, has Andrea lost it?"

"Just because he hangs around the Prophet all the time, he bullies the family every day."

Listening to the Dissector's disjointed chatter, its face darkened like storm clouds, gloomy to the extreme.

"Fine!" it gritted its teeth. "You win, Alina!"

Andrea walked out of the blood pool, glared fiercely at Alina: "Come with me, I know where the Prophet is now, and I know you want to find the Prophet."

"Just perfect, let the Prophet determine what this guy really is!"

After the figure ahead walked away, Alina turned back smugly and glanced at Xu Xiaoyou:

"How about it, Soya, isn't big sister amazing?"

Xu Xiaoyou was amused by her childish innocence and nodded lightly.

"Amazing, sister."

The two followed Andrea along the way and soon saw the Prophet, whom the Dissectors mentioned.

It was a man.

Yes, he was a human.

Or perhaps, the man's current appearance could no longer be described as human.

His entire back was adhered to the flesh wall behind him; every slight movement of his body was accompanied by the resilient, robust muscle fibers.

His body was pierced with various tubes made of metal and flesh; his lower body limbs had long since degenerated, his developed brain exposed, and the moment his obscure eyes lifted, Xu Xiaoyou felt exposed.

"What's wrong, Andrea?" the Prophet asked.

His lips clearly didn't move, not even his throat, yet his aged voice echoed in the room, clearly reaching everyone present.

Xu Xiaoyou couldn't fathom how he produced sound.

"Alina brought in someone, claiming to be our family," Andrea glanced at Xu Xiaoyou.

The Prophet's obscure gaze followed.

The line of sight rested on the girl for but a moment before departing.

"Has mother shown any unusual signs?" the Prophet asked.

Andrea paused, then shook his head.

"No."

"Then that's that," the Prophet said.

Andrea's face darkened, he stepped forward quickly, his voice turning urgent: "But this guy reeks of humanity!!"

"Humanity..."

The Prophet opened his eyes, seemingly lost in countless thoughts, as if plunged into distant memories; Xu Xiaoyou noticed a fleeting expression of pain across his face.

"Then, let's ask mother directly."

Finally, after quite some time, the Prophet sighed deeply.

At that moment, Xu Xiaoyou felt a little tense.

She instinctively began to observe the room's surroundings.

This man known as the Prophet was almost entirely unguarded; should she strike now, she could definitely take him out immediately.

But the problem lay with the two Dissectors beside her; each had the strength of at least a Two Tier Cleaner, making it unrealistic to dispose of them quickly.

Especially considering she was at the deepest part of the nest, with at least thousands of Dissectors around; if alerted, they would swarm upon her like wolves drawn by the scent of blood, tearing her apart.

She absolutely must not act here.

Xu Xiaoyou began searching for a retreat path.

Alina, noticing the anomaly beneath the girl's armored exterior, reassured her:

"Don't worry, Soya."

"The Prophet is the only one who can communicate with mother here, responsible for translating and conveying her thoughts to us. He won't harm family members."

"Soya is our family, as long as mother responds, she can join our big family."

"Only those who can communicate with mother can become a Prophet, become our guardian."

Xu Xiaoyou remained silent.

She kept her gaze fixed intently on the man.

Suddenly, something occurred to her, and her entire demeanor relaxed.

The Prophet closed his eyes, six blood-red seams appeared on his cheeks.

Six eyelashes-less eyeballs opened.

Those six eyes revealed dark red, frenzied, desire-filled hues.

The most robust, crimson pipe behind the man squirmed, seemingly delivering thoughts and consciousness ceaselessly.

He relied on it to resonate and communicate with the heart.

This large heart pulsated slightly in response to his thoughts, and the room quivered softly.

"What is it, Prophet?" Andrea eagerly asked.

It seemed he couldn't wait to see Xu Xiaoyou being torn apart by countless Dissectors.

The Prophet opened his eyes, contemplated for a moment.

"Mother..."

"Did not answer."

Andrea was shocked: "How is that possible!!"

"For you, Prophet, mother is always responsive; you are our guardian."

"Andrea."

Hearing the man call his name, Andrea realized his lapse, quickly lowered his stance:

"I'm sorry, Prophet, I was abrupt."

"Mother did not answer..."

The Prophet's dark eyes flashed with confusion, murmuring softly.

"Why is that?"

"No need to doubt my identity now."

Xu Xiaoyou suddenly spoke.

The Dissectors in the room were puzzled, then their eyes widened.

The girl did something none of them expected.

Under everyone's gaze, she removed her metallic mask.

Blonde hair cascaded down, her eyes calm, wearing a confident smile.

"Human!?"

Beside her, Alina and Andrea were utterly shocked; even the Prophet widened his eyes.

"Soya... how could you..." Alina was somewhat at a loss: "How do you know our language?"

"Not only can I communicate with you, but I can also communicate with mother," Xu Xiaoyou said.

She didn't look at Alina, nor at Andrea, her playful gaze unwaveringly resting on the Prophet.

"That's impossible!" The man growled.

"What's so impossible."

"If you can communicate with mother, what's strange about another person who can do the same."

"But I am mother's child!" The man raised his voice.

It was the first time Alina and Andrea saw such a lapse, unease, on the Prophet's face.

"I never said I wasn't mother's child."

Xu Xiaoyou remained unmoved, her words closing in relentlessly.

"As long as one can communicate with mother, they can become the Prophet?"

The situation reached a brief stalemate.

The two Dissectors couldn't grasp what was happening, only the man knew what the girl's appearance signified and the perilous situation it would propel him into!

The man calmed down: "How can you prove yourself?"

"Words prove nothing."

"Then watch closely."

Under the varying gazes of everyone, Xu Xiaoyou slowly closed her eyes, internally connecting with that enormous, crimson heart, gradually attuning to it.

She played a risky hand.

Rather than staying passive, facing slow death, she preferred to lay all her cards on the table in one go, achieving victory in an overwhelmingly decisive manner!

If she could prove that she could communicate with these Dissectors' mother, everything that followed would be manageable.

With the Language Artist card in tow, achieving this wasn't difficult.

What made it 'risky' was her uncertainty about whether facing that heart would cause her to lose sanity and plunge into madness directly.

Ordinary people are pitifully small before the unknown.

When she opened her eyes again, everything around had become dark and chaotic.

The enormous, crimson heart lay directly before her.

Thump——

The heartbeat echoed endlessly in her ears.

So close, she could clearly feel each powerful beat of the heart.

Somewhat entranced, she instinctively neared the heart, her hand gently resting on its surface, feeling its vast life energy.

Alina was right.

Only by being this close could one feel its strength, beauty, mystery.

The red aura from it, like warm, soft women's hands stretching towards her, lifting her body, as if to carry her to a land of tenderness.

There was none of the discomfort Xu Xiaoyou imagined, like slipping into warm spring water, slowly, bit by bit, immersing until her body was entirely wrapped in warmth.

"My child."

"Do you hear my call?"