Mystery Paradise: Wishing Power Demon-Chapter 200 - 199 The Original Paradise

Chapter 200: Chapter 199: The Original Paradise

Chapter 200 -199: The Original Paradise

Leisk climbed out of bed, somewhat hesitant, and discovered a pair of slippers that fit him next to the bed.

After slipping into the shoes, he did not immediately open the door. Instead, he walked around the room to see if the Fog Horn was possibly left somewhere in the room—since it was soul-bound to him, he should have been able to sense it even if it were lost, but here, he had completely lost the connection to the horn. This hollow feeling made him quite uncomfortable, but surprisingly, he also felt a faint sense of relief.

As if something pressing on his heart had loosened.

At this point, Leisk noticed a strange device on the wall.

It was about the size of a palm, with a transparent glass in the middle that emitted light from within. What was even more astonishing was that the light was colored, divided into several equal squares.

This reminded him of those deliberately pieced together stained glass windows in some church cathedrals, which cast colorful patches on the floor when sunlight shone through them.

Leisk also found that there were several characters embedded on the blocks. Although he did not understand their meaning, he realized they might be buttons. From a certain perspective, the more meticulous a person was, the more effort they would put into the smallest details.

He tried tapping the glass.

He heard a light “ding” sound, and suddenly, a strange contraption on the wall started moving! It opened a row of slender mouths and began to emit a low, whooshing sound.

Leisk was startled! He quickly stepped back, and only after confirming that the device was not dangerous did he cautiously approach it again.

Then he felt a gust of cool air.

Was this device for ventilation?

Leisk, out of curiosity, stood on tiptoe and placed his hand near the small mouth. Indeed, a cool breeze continuously flowed out as if it concealed many ice cubes within!

An interesting device.

Before he had a chance to examine it more closely, a series of thumping sounds came from outside the door, causing his slightly relaxed heart to tense up again.

Leisk held his breath, listened for a moment, and confirmed he hadn’t heard wrong—those were definitely the sounds of a knife chopping on a cutting board, and it was chopping meat with bones! The image that automatically came to his mind was a bloody butcher’s room.

During his conversations with other believers, he had heard that some members of heretical cults indeed had cannibalistic tendencies. Could it be that the Causal Sect was also like this? In fact, Leisk himself wasn’t sure whether he was in the embrace of divinities or if he had fallen into the hands of a heretical cult. However, the prolonged chopping sounds made him increasingly uneasy—unless it was a professional slaughterhouse, a typical household simply wouldn’t have so much meat to chop.

The unease magnified somewhat at the thought that he had been lying in bed unconscious just before.

Leisk decided that he couldn’t just keep waiting here; it would be better to take some initiative—although everything about this place was unusual, he still had to go out to explore the situation.

Thinking this, he reached for the doorknob and tried twisting it.

The door wasn’t locked.

He quietly opened the door; outside was a narrow corridor. The sound of meat being chopped wasn’t far, just on the opposite side of the next room. Leisk followed the sound and peered quietly through the door.

Thump, thump, thump—

It was a woman wielding a cleaver, humming a tune while chopping the chicken pieces on the cutting board with gruesome results. The chicken pieces were either flying off or getting missed by the knife, yet the woman seemed oblivious and struggled on as if she wouldn’t stop until they were minced.

This bewildered Leisk.

He didn’t know whether to stealthily slip away or go forward to correct her knife skills.

No… it would be best to slip away.

Although the woman didn’t appear to be a heretical butcher bent on chopping him up, she didn’t seem entirely sane either, and Leisk thought it wouldn’t be wise to go up and strike a conversation rashly.

Leisk moved a few steps further, then suddenly heard a very familiar speaking voice.

This gave him a momentary pause.

The voice was indeed familiar, but the language spoken was completely foreign to him. It was neither the common language of the continent nor the Seaguardian language. Even if it were a dialect from a remote area, he should at least have understood some of it.

If it were anyone else, he would definitely have walked away without a second thought. But this voice, in particular, made it impossible for him to move forward. Leisk took a deep breath and gently pushed open the door where the voice was coming from.

He then saw a young man.

The other might have been slightly older than himself, but definitely not over twenty-five. He held a small iron plate in his hand, as if he was conversing with someone.

The moment the door opened, the other also saw him.

The man quickly spoke a phrase, but seeing him a bit stunned, he immediately switched to another language.

This time Leisk understood.

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“You’re awake?”

He asked reflexively, “… Mr. Zhao?”

“Yes,” the other replied briskly, “it’s me.”

What on earth was this about?

Before Leisk could voice the most confusing question in his mind, he heard footsteps behind him.

“Oh, he’s awake too, I thought it was someone else who had come.”

Too?

He turned around and saw that the speaker was the woman who had been chopping chicken, still holding the gleaming cleaver in her hand.

Seeing her face-to-face, Leisk suddenly felt she looked vaguely familiar.

“You are…”

“Nice to meet you, my name is Luowei Siya,” the woman said with a smile.

…

In the kitchen, Leisk deftly cut the washed greens into segments, tipping them into the stewing pot, then picked up the knife to chop the tomatoes.

“Are you sure you don’t need my help?” Luowei Siya asked eagerly.

“There’s no need, just watch,” he said while peeling, “But tell me, have you really cooked before?”

Although he had quite a few questions at the moment, such as where he was, how the Huiqiu Mine was doing, and whether the Evil God had arrived… Mr. Zhao had asked him to talk about it later because he was busy with something very important at the moment, involving the lives of thousands from Magnificent Castle, not a minute could be wasted. If it had been him before, he would have insisted on asking further, but now that he lacked his horn and seemed to be missing a piece of his spirit, he just accepted what Mr. Zhao had said.

As for Luowei Siya, he finally remembered why she seemed familiar to him—she was one of the leaders of the Miners’ Brotherhood. He might have seen her once or twice when he was observing the Gaotian Company among the slave laborers. Compared to the sickly image in his memory, she was now full of vitality.

Even the first thing Luowei Siya did after waking up was to think about taking care of Mr. Zhao’s meals, preparing him a lunch while he was busy!

Heaven knows what she might have ended up making without his intervention.

“Of course, Haiqi has often eaten the food I’ve made… Of course, she likes some dishes made by her sister more.”

Rebel miners, hidden deep in the Misty Zone, cooking… connecting these words, Leisk suddenly understood her level of culinary skill. He didn’t have any disgust for these lower Seaguardians, even a natural affinity for them, but feeding Mr. Zhao what they were accustomed to eating was just too much of an apology to him.

At last, he poured chicken pieces and tomatoes into the pot and covered it with a lid. The basic process for the “Mixed Chicken Soup” was complete; now it was time to wait.

But speaking of which, this tiny kitchen was truly magical… It was so narrow that it could barely fit two people, yet it had kitchenware more miraculous than any hotel’s back kitchen could boast. For example, the stove that automatically spouted flames, the food storage cabinet that emitted cool air on the inside, the compact fan that sucked away the smoke… They weren’t fantastical devices, yet they had capabilities comparable to such. Even the tap that automatically dispensed water was more delicate and useful than those in the homes of Magnificent Castle’s nobles.

“So… where the hell are we?” Leisk murmured softly, looking at the azure flames at the bottom of the pot.

“Do you even have to ask that?” Luowei Siya shrugged, “The answer is practically shouting at us.”

“Did he tell you?”

“No, but I know—this place is Paradise.”