Chapter 142: 89. Opening drumbeat

Translator: 549690339

Noland Lee always believed that there was an insurmountable gap between him and the Original Master.

He wouldn’t empathize with the Original Master’s memories.

Indeed, it was so.

He acted from the main perspective during meditation.

He saw the doll his parents bought for his little sister, heard their praises, and observed their disgusted glances towards himself.

These scenes, sounds, and expressions were played back through memory, presented before Noland Lee.

At the same time, the resentment deep within the Original Master’s heart appeared in Noland Lee’s own.

However, Noland Lee always remained unmoved.

He silently bore the Original Master’s experiences and understood his mindset.

The unfair treatment and accumulated resentment from the Original Master passed through his mind without leaving a trace.

“I’ve seen your past suffering, Noland Lee Jarvis. I’m not a person who gets trapped in painful memories, even though I am in a difficult situation now.”

Noland Lee closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly upwards.

The memories in his mind continued to play.

He heard the admonishments from the Original Master’s parents and felt the humiliation and anger when the Original Master was bullied.

Noland Lee exhaled slowly, murmuring to himself:

“People often think that suffering makes one stronger. However, in reality, most people are tortured by suffering to the point of becoming unrecognizable. They become weak, disabled, barely alive until they die.

“In my view, suffering is never worth praising.

“What we should truly admire is the rationality, determination, and courage demonstrated in the face of suffering.

“I will honor the soul contract between you and me, Noland Lee Jarvis. Now, let your memories be gone with the wind.”

As his words fell, Noland Lee heard a faint, shattering sound, weak but incredibly clear, as if it were coming from his brain.

Afterwards, a refreshing stream flowed from the depths of his mind, encircling his cerebral cortex before returning into the depths of his mind.

That brief moment of comfort made Noland Lee emit a satisfied low hum, like drinking ice-cold cola on a hot summer day.

[System Message: You successfully freed yourself from one of “Noland Lee

Jarvis’s” memories.] [Your ‘Spirit’ +1.]

[Your ‘Energy Points’ limit +1]

[You recovered 1 Energy Point.]

[Your current Energy Points are: 412/16 points.]

[You meditated for 3 hours, consuming a total of 30 Soul Strength points.] Noland Lee opened his eyes and smiled at the gray wall in front of him.

Simply watching other people’s memories and experiencing their inner changes could earn 1 ‘Spirit’ point. This was too convenient and efficient.

It’s hard not to love the meditation method developed by the Death Herald Guild.

Noland Lee grinned, looking at his Personal Panel, and his smile froze, turning from playful to bitter…

Was the meditation consumption a joke? Exchanging 30 Soul Strength points for 1 ‘Spirit’ point? What’s the difference between that and robbery?

Poor Noland Lee had painstakingly accumulated 60 Soul Strength points, which were suddenly cut in half, leaving only 30 points remaining.

As expected, “high efficiency” corresponds to “high consumption.” The 30-to-l conversion ratio was indeed somewhat unbearable.

“Oh well, I can collect more Soul Strength. At least I found a way to increase ‘Spirit,’ so I should be happy.”

Noland Lee rubbed his stiff cheeks and got up. He walked to the door and peeked outside.

It was about 9 PM now.

In as little as 1 hour or as much as 3 hours, chaos would erupt in the Legion Fortress.

He had to make preparations for the upcoming actions.

Noland Lee sat cross-legged on the floor, facing the wall. He began drawing a rough map of the Legion Fortress on the dusty surface.

His spatial awareness had always been excellent.

He had already mapped the entire ground level after accompanying Sully on a few walks around the fortress.

Speaking of Sully…

Noland Lee’s eyes narrowed slightly.

To appease Sully and not take things further with her, he had to resort to his self-created “Ancient Tatis Confrontation Card.”

To be on the safe side, he should eliminate Sully to prevent any leak of information.

However, Noland Lee didn’t think he was that ruthless and decided against it.

“Ugh, I’m still too young. Although I can discern the truth, I can’t bring myself to kill. Besides, killing might not solve the problem. Maybe Sully has already reported everything about us to her master.”

Noland Lee shook his head, sighed, and continued making the simple fortress map.

“Tap, tap, tap…”

Footsteps echoed from the corridor outside the door.

Noland Lee raised an eyebrow and swiftly smeared the wall, erasing half of the map he had just drawn.

The footsteps gradually approached and stopped in front of Noland Lee’s room. He looked up and met teary eyes.

The visitor was none other than Sully, who was forced by Intelligence Officer 2 to have a blind date with Noland Lee and eventually became interested in him. Noland Lee could only put on a forced smile, as he gazed at her tearful eyes. He got up and walked to the door.

The guard by Sully’s side sternly slammed the metal stick on the door, making a clanging noise:

“Step back, don’t lean against the door. You have 10 minutes to talk.”

Sully fumbled in her purse, took out a stack of paper and handed it to the guard:

“I have some private matters to discuss, so can you please step back a bit? Will this be okay?”