Published: March 2, 2025
The night in New Delhi was not tranquil, but for children who had spent the day shopping, the bustling environment was enough for them to drift into peaceful dreams.
In a luxurious room, Lahar lay quietly on the bed, already deep in slumber, while Wen Yu stood by the window, holding a glass of wine, gazing at the scene below that seemed calm yet hid dangers beneath the surface.
This was not the Noida Hotel, but a luxury hotel opened by a mediocre Indian underground force.
In other words, this place could not deter the watchful eyes of those with ulterior motives.
During the day, when Wen Yu was shopping with Lahar, he had not deliberately hidden his presence—what needed to be seen, and what they wanted to see, was naturally seen.
Thus, the covert operations hidden in the night were not unexpected for Wen Yu.
Watching the “secret actions” below that seemed concealed but were filled with flaws in Wen Yu’s eyes, he gently raised the corner of his mouth.
Two faint purple lights flickered behind him, and then two indistinct shadows hid in the darkness.
Wen Yu did not want to stir up trouble, but he was even less afraid of it. Therefore, tonight, the extent of the destruction Wen Yu would cause in New Delhi, as well as the death toll among various forces, would entirely depend on these people's desire for Lahar…and the mood of the one-eyed and the star.
Putting down his wine glass, Wen Yu waved his hand to set up another layer of dark barrier in the room, then walked straight to Lahar’s side.
The sleeping child had glistening drool at the corners of his mouth, and vague mumblings of dreams could be faintly heard. Seeing this scene, Wen Yu smiled slightly, then extended his right hand, gently covering Lahar’s head.
Dream sculpting began…
Just as the sovereign had said, human words were filled with lies, but memories, in general, would not go wrong.
Even though there still existed a soft spot in Wen Yu's heart, even though he liked lively and adorable children, even though he had goodwill towards Lahar, in the face of interests, all of this was illusory!
Wen Yu had to know what Lahar's ability truly was!
…
Lahar's memories were clearly displayed before Wen Yu's eyes—observing someone else's private memories through dream sculpting was vastly different from soul searching by the sovereign.
Or perhaps, Wen Yu and the sovereign were worlds apart in their ability to bear others' memories.
When the sovereign soul searched Wen Yu, he could finish watching Wen Yu's entire life in a short time, but Wen Yu was different. Flipping through someone else's memories through dream sculpting felt like watching a movie; there was always a “viewing” process. Although under the support of Wen Yu's immense soul power, even if the movie fast-forwarded at a rapid pace, Wen Yu could still capture the detailed information he wanted.
However, this still required time, with a rough ratio of one day in memory equating to about a minute in the real world.
This was also the fundamental reason why Wen Yu did not take a detailed look at Dijang's memories—impatient with the task, Wen Yu did not want to see what was happening to Dijang; he just wanted to find Lahar as quickly as possible.
However, now…
Wen Yu had enough time to savor the amazing story happening to Lahar.
Even with many ill-intentioned individuals outside.
…
The scene rapidly shifted. Under Wen Yu's will, Lahar's story before the apocalypse was swiftly scanned through.
In summary, it was the story of a child who lost both parents at a young age and was fostered in an orphanage. Although there was no oppression or abuse, life in the orphanage was certainly not good.
A childhood barely passing the mark.
Growing up in such an environment, Lahar naturally became an ordinary child—innocently kind-hearted, but overall, he did not stand out in any way.
If it weren't for the apocalypse, Lahar was destined to fade into the crowd.
The memory quickly transitioned to the time when the apocalypse occurred.
In India, with a population density far greater than Huaxia's, the first moment the apocalypse struck brought unprecedented massive damage. Wen Yu saw in Lahar's memory the collapse of the orphanage, blood everywhere, the screams of zombies echoing, and wails of despair everywhere. Faced with all this, the young Lahar could only hide trembling in the orphanage's storage room.