Chapter 100: Golden Sand Conspiracy

Chapter 100: Golden Sand Conspiracy "From now on, your name will be Purple Vortex." The voice, accompanied by the soul connection, reached Purple Vortex’s mind. It instantly understood Carlos’s meaning. The vortexes in its pupils stopped for a moment, then continued rotating. It seemed Purple Vortex had no objections to this name. "Did it not understand?" Carlos wasn’t quite sure, taking a rather pessimistic view of Purple Vortex’s intelligence. He tried calling out: "Purple Vortex?" Purple Vortex immediately nodded, indicating it was listening, though the sand-digging work in its hands didn’t stop. "Good, it understood." Carlos felt strangely disappointed. He’d heard that summoned creatures should be over the moon and grateful when given new names by their masters. Why didn’t his one have any reaction? Suddenly, Purple Vortex’s sand-digging stopped. A head appeared in the sand pit. Then Purple Vortex roughly tore out an eyeball from the head and aimed it at the vortex in its right eye socket. The vortex erupted with suction, drawing the bloody eyeball inside. Then the vortex suddenly stopped and actually transformed into a large blue eyeball. On the dark face, it blinked, looking pretty creepy. Only then did Carlos understand Purple Vortex’s intention for digging sand—it was collecting organs to fuse! "Can even low-tier Psionics meet the threshold for organ fusion?" Carlos checked Purple Vortex’s completion status. Only brain and bone were complete; the eyes were still incomplete. "Just for show?" Purple Vortex energetically continued digging, excavating traitor corpse after corpse, then picking and choosing suitable organs, continuously fusing them into vortexes... Right eye... nose... mouth... Gradually assembling an incredibly bizarre face. Each organ looked decent individually, but the organs were clearly distinct from each other, creating a thoroughly eerie appearance. After assembling its face, Purple Vortex was absolutely thrilled, eagerly circling around Carlos to show off. Seeing this bizarre face, Carlos felt his skin crawl. "Not bad." He couldn’t help but look away. After receiving his master’s ’praise,’ Purple Vortex became even more excited, turning to search for other organs... "Whatever floats your boat." After all, Purple Vortex was his first retainer. Carlos’s tolerance for it was pretty high. Having just looked away, his peripheral vision happened to notice the brown-robed figure locked in an iron cage not far away. She was curled up in a corner of the cage, not daring to make a peep. "The dark mist aura’s descent threw things off schedule. I almost forgot you still needed dealing with." ... Inside the iron cage, the brown-robed figure was drowning in regret, constantly muttering internally: "If I hadn’t met that lord years ago, I wouldn’t have joined the Golden Sand Society; If I hadn’t joined the Golden Sand Society, I wouldn’t have received the task to inspect the Black Poison Faction’s research progress. Without that damned task, I wouldn’t have encountered these terrifying monsters, wouldn’t be locked in this cage, wouldn’t want to run but can’t escape, want to die but don’t dare..." Reflecting on her life, every turning point had changed after meeting that damned lord. Before meeting that lord, she had been a good Psionic fighting for human glory. The food wasn’t great, but she could eat her fill; the sleeping arrangements weren’t great, but she slept soundly. Since joining this organization that conspired with traitors, she ate better food, but it tasted like cardboard; her sleeping quarters were luxurious, but nightmares plagued her. Living in constant fear, worried that someday she’d be exposed and sent to the chopping block. Now her worries had become reality. She might not even make it to the chopping block before being brutally tortured, dying miserably, even bearing posthumous infamy. If she could live life over again, she swore that when faced with that olive branch, she would spit on it hard. "Let her out." A cold voice rang out. The brown-robed figure’s hair stood on end instantly, her body trembling. "Creak!" "Thud!" She was thrown to the ground by a shield guard. Several sharp greatswords hovered above the brown-robed figure’s head. The brown-robed figure swallowed hard. No doubt about it—she felt that any slight movement would result in these monsters chopping her into mush. Kneeling on the ground with both legs, the brown-robed figure buried her head deep into the ground, her voice extremely respectful and fearful: "Respected my... my lord, Golden Sand Society Level 2 member, Philomei pays respects!" Before Carlos could ask questions, Philomei had already spilled her identity. Under the mask, Carlos’s expression was ice-cold. "As expected, the damned Golden Sand Society!" Golden Sand Society—one of Rock Sand City’s major organizations, the traitorous organization that conspired with the Black Poison Faction and was angrily eliminated by Rock Sand City’s leadership in the original timeline. Now they were already conspiring with the Black Poison Faction. And seeing how members could openly visit traitor camps, the level of conspiracy was definitely deep. "What are you and the Black Poison Faction cooking up?" Sensing Carlos’s anger, Philomei buried her head even deeper, trembling as she spoke with an indignant tone: "My lord, the Golden Sand Society is absolutely guilty! They actually dare to secretly conspire with the notorious Black Poison Faction, researching life extension potions." Then her voice became regretful, with crying sounds: "I regret it so much. The Golden Sand Society threatened my family, forcing me to infiltrate this place and verify the Black Poison Faction’s experimental progress." Finally, she suddenly raised her head, tears streaming down her face. "During this time, the traitors tried to kill me to protect the Child of Dark Mist experiment’s secret. Thanks to your intervention, my lord, wiping out all the traitors, or I would already be a corpse!" These words both answered Carlos’s question and pointed out that she was unwillingly involved. Finally, she ’excitedly’ raised her head to express gratitude. "Too bad I couldn’t remove the mask earlier..." Philomei felt somewhat regretful internally that she hadn’t prepared in advance. Otherwise, with her delicate appearance, her life would most likely be spared. Having served under that lord for quite some time, Philomei deeply understood what those in power were thinking. Generally, important figures faced with her tactics would most likely lose their killing intent, even wondering how to recruit her. "Life extension potion? Child of Dark Mist?" Unfortunately, she encountered Carlos, who automatically ignored the useless words afterward and caught the key terms. "Life extension potion—isn’t this thing a Black Poison Faction scam?" Carlos felt puzzled. Lifespan, especially extending Psionic lifespans, required spiritual materials that were extraordinarily precious and almost impossible to get hold of in the current world. For humans to research potions with life-extending effects was simply a pipe dream. At least in Carlos’s memory, no organization had ever succeeded in developing one. What existed were only ’life extension scams,’ with the Black Poison Faction being the most notorious.