- You can read my thoughts? - Sasha asked to the darkness around her.
- Yes… - The voice answered.
Sasha felt as if a small cyclone had formed on her mind. That was unexpected. A sensation of invasiveness permeated her whole being, as well as a sensation of being insecure and vulnerable.
However, she soon steeled herself. What about it? If that person wanted to do something to her, then she would do him back three times!
- Brave… so different from your son…
The voice filled the room. Sasha didn’t bother talking. As long as she thought, the voice would hear, so she let her half-formed doubts and impressions to the being to formulate by itself.
- Yes, I see. Indeed, I can understand you better this way… Sasha Hooligan…
Impressions and feelings traversed Sasha’s mind. She wanted to know something about this weird shadow, as well as her son. Who was it? Why was It looking for him?
- My name… is Jonson Anhur. I used to know him…. And his wife… I was in charge of… supervising her dungeon.
- Oh, it’s you. - Sasha blurted out unconsciously, while thinking “That stupid casanova who kept playing dumb while trying to hit on Elicia”.
Joe wished he hadn’t listened to that.
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- Yes.
- Then, what are you doing here? - Sasha seized the initiative per reflex. It wasn’t common for someone to have others reading their minds. If not for her being wary of Joe before, she wouldn’t even have remained silent in the first place.
- I cannot leave.
- Is that so? - Sasha felt some pity for the guy. Had he been alone for thirty years? At the same time, her question was answered before she could formulate it.
- I didn’t had an account… associated with my neuroset… I hibernated…
The cave lit a little bit.
- Then, why were you waiting for him? - Sasha wasn’t sure what this man’s mind had been attached to, but if he had been sleeping, then that was one last thing to worry about. Someone staying alone for thirty years would surely have gone mad already.
- I need him… to break me…
***
Marcus lifted his bony hand.
- More… wait… more… - He grasped for air. However, he soon couldn’t stop himself from doing it. He pushed his hands against the dungeon core and materialized a small bottle with a green liquid inside.
He then hurriedly drank it, as if his life depended on it.
In fact, his life would become feebler while drinking it, but his brain certainly needed that. A strong rush suddenly took him, and the teethless orc began laughing and snoring. He got up from his small bed and ran around his private quarters. He summoned a few goblin NPCs and destroyed them. He had his fun.
Then, as the rush was over, he sat on his old bed again, his eyes blood-red and his mouth fuming a little. As he looked at the dungeon’s mana count, he couldn’t help it but open the dungeon communication channels and scream at his subordinates.
- WHERE ARE THE NEW SOULS?! SEND THEM TO THE FARM, NOW!
His debauchery with the green liquid was a needed ritual for him. His addiction resistance was very low, and his old body couldn’t give him the same rush as in the past. He needed something to quench his thirst.
In fact, he waited two or something hours after the new batch of souls arrived, before getting his “stuff”. It was the second of the day, but as long as his “farm” produced enough mana, he could do it guilty-free.
However, the new souls hadn’t been allocated to the farm yet. As a result, a little bit of his mana savings were lost.