The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 408 - 313: Werewolf Enthusiasts Express Outrage (Part 3)

Just by looking at her back, I knew who she was. After a thousand years, she still looked the same. I never watched human television before, so I never imagined her form would look like this. Now, whenever I see her, I just want to call her ’Little Dragon Man’.

The brainwashing song echoes in my ears, ’I have antlers on my head... won’t tell you, won’t tell you’.

But unlike Little Dragon Man’s search for his mom, the one in front of me loves courting death.

Yet she has survived till now, and if those who wanted to live but couldn’t had known she was still alive, they might crawl up from the netherworld.

"I know why you’ve come, but I assure you, I won’t let them bother you again. Could you... spare them?"

"What? Are these your pets?"

"No, they’re not pets, they’re family. They have always been by my side. Please forgive their disregard; after all, it’s for survival."

The person standing before me, pleading for the Two-headed Wolf, is another of my kind.

I can’t describe what I’m feeling. It’s as if some sort of wheel stopped with my burial and turned again with my resurrection. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

The world is vast, so why is it that wherever I go, I encounter one of my own kind?

"Weren’t you always seeking death?" I asked purely out of curiosity. This woman with horns on her head, not called Little Dragon Man, and having no relation to the Golden Horned King, she was named Wuyong.

Not the renowned military advisor in human history, in my language, Wuyong means useless, a derogatory term with no other implication.

It shows how despised her birth was. Born with deformed bones protruding like two horns on her head and extremely ugly, she was always the target of bullying and insults within the tribe.

Of course, there’s a more critical reason for her ostracism and discrimination; she possesses no talent, not even good stamina, weak and fragile, utterly useless.

Later, she stole a bottle of ’Genetic Transformation Pills’ from the research center and swallowed an entire bottle in one go.

Afterwards... she didn’t turn into Spiderman nor the Green Giant. She remained unchanged.

This, in turn, aroused the research center’s interest. The pills they developed were classified as biochemical weapons. Consuming them should not boost abilities but would turn one into a dried human.

Eventually, they were modified into weight-loss pills, reportedly selling well.

But Wuyong took the unmodified version and didn’t lose an ounce, so they asked her to undergo a ’small test’.

Perhaps it was the first time she felt valued by her kind, so she agreed without even asking.

I’m not clear on the details, just that she later escaped from the research center.

Soon, there were rumors of her leaving the tribe, roaming the world, claiming she’d suddenly fallen in love with adventure and went wherever danger lurked.

Several of our kind met her during missions abroad, all saying she appeared in places where survival was a mere one in ten.

For instance, this Death Desert area or places like the Bamuda Triangle.

After that, everyone knew she was seeking ’death’ until years later when she went missing, completely disappearing from our sight.

Everyone guessed she had found ’death’. I thought so too, after all, she neither had a Vajra Body nor any life-saving weapon.

"No, I’m seeking life, not death." Wuyong took two steps forward, closing the distance between us.

I was still standing at the compartment door, not going in. Wuyong only appeared in others’ gossip. I had seen her portrait, and the person who drew her was malicious, leaving her head and painting her body as various beasts, with many copies plastered on the street.

Back then, I thought if this person could survive, her spirit must be incredibly strong. If it were me, I’d probably find ways to take revenge, at any cost.

"It seems you’ve found it." I wasn’t acquainted with her, knowing her through gossip, and she probably heard of me in the same way.

The matter of me inheriting Karmic Fire was, in today’s terms, topping the trending charts for months.

No one in the tribe didn’t know, everyone had heard my name and the power of Karmic Fire.

"Yes, I found it." Wuyong walked right up to me. The compartment was dim, some details escaping my sight.

As she approached, I noticed something strange about her. She was covered with some bugs—not lying beneath them, but rather they were growing on her—resembling leeches but not sucking her blood.

Goodness, densely covering her body, I mistook them for clothing at first, but they were all bugs.

The bugs clung to her like a garment, leaving just her head intact.