Unholy Player-Chapter 62: Chinese?

"First Latin, and now Chinese? What kind of world is this?" Adyr’s expression hardened.

The handwriting was crude—clearly, Eren had scribbled the logographic symbols from memory. Still, it wasn’t so poor that Adyr couldn’t recognize it. More importantly, this wasn’t modern Chinese. It was Old Chinese, a script few could identify, let alone read.

Fortunately, Adyr was well-versed in it. There had been a time when he deliberately avoided fresh corpses and focused instead on older remains, immersing himself in archaeology for an extended period.

And by the looks of it, he’d need to continue his work in archaeology even in this game world. If ancient languages from his original world were showing up here, there was a real possibility of discovering ruins linked to Earth’s lost civilizations, perhaps even uncovering a deeper connection between the two worlds.

Of course, that was something to pursue later. For now, his priority was growth.

Especially since the kingdom Eren had mentioned seemed powerful, and filled with Nether Path practitioners. That meant dangerous territory, both in strength and nature.

After finishing with the journal, Adyr moved to the desk, grabbed a few sheets of paper, and began writing. He spent about an hour filling several pages before placing them somewhere secure and leaving the room.

When he entered the playroom, it was quiet as usual—all the players were inside their capsules, immersed in the game. But Adyr noticed something different. Many of the pods that had been occupied before were now empty. Clearly, a number of players had died in-game and were likely removed from the division.

After returning to his capsule and completing the routine checkup with the doctor and nurse, he reentered the game.

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When Adyr opened his eyes, he was greeted by a room bathed in sunlight, warm rays slipping through the window and filling the space with gentle heat.

"Looks like they’ve accepted the danger is over." He tried to sit up and glance around, but as he reached out with his right hand for support, he forgot it was no longer there. His weight shifted, and he nearly slipped off the bed.

"Damn. I need to get used to this." He cursed as he got up and looked around.

This was definitely not the underground shelter. Judging by the modest furnishings and the quiet, it was likely one of the village houses. The room was clean, simple, and silent—an ideal place to rest and recover.

The villagers had probably returned after seeing the alpha wolf’s corpse, convinced it was safe enough to leave the shelter.

Just as Adyr was about to step outside and see what was going on, the door opened.

Standing there was Vesha—short in stature, her golden hair tied back in a ponytail, and her ice-blue eyes wide as they met his.

"Hey. Looks like everything’s back to normal," Adyr said with a faint smile.

She wore a simple, pale-colored dress like the ones villagers usually wore, but the noble blood in her veins was unmistakable. Even in something so plain, her presence made it look like a ceremonial gown.

"Yes, the villagers are cleaning up and trying to adjust to their normal lives again," Vesha said, but her gaze drifted to Adyr’s missing arm. It seemed the village wasn’t the only thing left incomplete.

Adyr caught her glance and raised his half-arm with a laugh. "Don’t worry about this. I got Dawn Raven’s innate talent. If I eat something fresh, I can regenerate it."

Vesha flinched slightly at his words, memories flashing behind her eyes. But instead of disgust or fear, her expression softened into relief.

"I figured as much. Wait here," she said and hurried out the door.

Adyr stayed as instructed, curiosity tugging at him as he watched the village through the window, after first putting on his tactical uniform and equipping himself with all the gear laid out on the nearby table.

Within minutes, Vesha returned with a few village women, each carrying a small cage. Inside were rabbits, squirrels, chickens—small animals, all alive.

"Thanks for the help. Just leave them here," Vesha told the women.

They obeyed silently, glancing at Adyr with a mix of curiosity and quiet gratitude before setting the cages down and closing the door behind them.

"Will these be enough? Or should we look for something larger, like a sheep?" Vesha asked. After a brief pause, she added, "Though... most of the livestock were torn apart by the wolves. If we need something bigger, it’ll take time. We’d have to search the neighboring villages."

Adyr chuckled at her thoughtfulness. As he looked over the animals in the cages, slightly surprised that every one of them was familiar to him, he realized Vesha had already anticipated his needs. She had considered the kind of talent he might have gained from the Dawn Raven and made preparations while he was still unconscious. She was clearly sharper than she let on.

"This should be enough. Thank you," Adyr said as he stepped toward one of the cages.

As a Dawn Human, he instinctively knew this amount would suffice.

He opened the cage, pulled out a chicken, and reached for a throwing knife at his belt, only to stop halfway.

Fuck. I forgot again. I don’t have a hand. He clenched his jaw, irritated at his own forgetfulness.

"Let me help," Vesha said, stepping in quickly. She drew a knife from his belt and glanced at the white-feathered chicken in his hand.

"It’s okay. You can leave. I can handle the rest," Adyr said, noticing the hesitation on her face.

What he was about to do probably wasn’t something she’d want to witness.

But Vesha stood firm. "No, let me help." She repeated it with quiet determination, fully aware of what was coming. She had already chosen Adyr as the one she would serve. If she started second-guessing herself now, on the very first day, she knew she wouldn’t be able to fulfill that role properly. frёeωebɳovel.com

She took the chicken from his hands and stared at it for a full second before bringing the knife to its skin and carefully slicing off a patch.

As the chicken thrashed in her grip, Vesha’s face turned pale, and her body began to tremble. Still, she was determined to finish what she started.

"Is this enough?" She whispered, her voice shaking and nearly drained of strength.

"Yes, thank you," Adyr said with a sigh, then took the struggling chicken and sank his teeth into the spot she had exposed.