A rare magical miracle in the world - Chapter 229

Chapter 229: Chapter 142: Bailuo’s Miracle Entity (Seeking Recommendations, Seeking Monthly Votes)

“What’s happening outside?”

Hailbo and Ina were newcomers; though they had been to Avalon World, they were unaware of the specific circumstances of Avalon, let alone the identity of their senior sister.

Their senior sister was their Queen, or so Hailbo and Ina seemed to think.

But no matter what, they couldn’t imagine that their senior sister would actually venture alone into the mist to battle the invisible, terrifying monsters.

In their minds, Sea Beasts were already a natural calamity.

As for Sea Monsters, hardly anyone in this vast sea had been fortunate enough to survive their claws and teeth.

If one did survive, they could boast for a lifetime; in any fishing village or small port town, they would be one of the most notable figures.

Yes, for an ordinary mortal, Sea Monsters were things that only existed in myths and legends.

“That strike from Your Majesty earlier, it was so terrifying.”

Ina was still fixated on Bailuo’s Eastern Truth Strike; her figure was like that of a deity.

“Your Majesty is, after all, the ruler of the Immortal Realm, naturally formidable.”

Hailbo greatly admired Bailuo, and Ina nodded repeatedly: “Yes, yes, Your Majesty is the strongest.”

To the two children with little experience, Bailuo’s power was already far beyond their imagination, overturning their worldview and greatly shocking their pure hearts.

Not only that, their horizons had been raised too much because of this battle.

At the moment, they only felt that they used to be frogs at the bottom of a well; the common people had no idea about the true nature of the world.

“Someday, I want to become strong, to be a mighty warrior,” Hailbo vowed silently: “To battle for Your Majesty’s glory.”

Fortunately, they were lucky.

They had received this opportunity, led by Bailuo to the gates of a new world.

Looking at his own hands, Hailbo thought secretly: ‘Only through effort and sweat can I repay Your Majesty’s kindness.’

“Wuu~~~~”

Suddenly, a whimpering cry came over.

The sound echoed in Hailbo’s ears, confusing the boy. He turned his head to look at Ina and asked, “That sound is back again, Ina, did you hear it?”

“Ina…”

Hailbo was stunned; where was any sign of Ina beside him?

“What’s going on?”

Hailbo swiftly turned around; he looked all around, the deck of the ship was empty, no one was nearby.

“This…”

Hailbo wanted to shout, but in the next instant, he saw a figure.

It was a woman, dressed in a light garment, standing at the prow of the ship, and in the moment he saw the woman’s face clearly, Hailbo’s mouth fell open, his eyes filled with surprise: “Mother…”

“Hailbo.”

The woman’s face bore a smile, gentle and familiar, just like the one he remembered: “Come here.”

“…”

The hair on the back of Hailbo’s neck stood up; he didn’t move forward but instead took a step back: “What are you? My mother has been long dead. I personally laid her to rest. What are you?”

“My body has indeed perished, but my soul is still adrift on the sea.”

“You can’t fool me!”

Hailbo was not someone easily deceived; his thoughts were clear. How could he be tricked by such words?

Even if it really was her, why would his mother’s soul appear here?

The souls of those who die in the Kingdom of the Mountains are wandering here? Are you trying to fool a ghost?

“Are you a Sea Monster?”

Hailbo asked loudly: “How did you get in?”

“I’ve never entered because I…”

Voices came to Hailbo’s ears; two hands wrapped around his neck from behind him and then embraced him: “I’ve always been here.”

“!!”

Hailbo looked around in surprise; this was no longer the sea but a decrepit mountain village.

At this moment, he was not a 12-year-old, but a child of only four or five, held in the woman’s arms.

“Mother has always been protecting you. Why would you call Mother a Sea Monster?”

“Is Hailbo’s mother a Sea Monster?”

The eerie voices kept drilling into Hailbo’s mind. He resisted fiercely, but Hailbo’s power was too weak; he couldn’t hold them off.

Gradually, Hailbo’s eyes lost their focus, becoming hollow.

“Now,” the woman smiled: “Who am I to you?”

“You are…”

Hailbo’s gaze was vacant, his face serene: “Mother.”

“Yes, yes.”

The woman’s hand stroked Hailbo’s face; her originally pale, delicate fingers now were withered like wood, and her sharp purple nails more hideous and terrifying.

“Such a good child.”

Embracing Hailbo tightly, the woman let out a hoarse and eerie laugh: “Mother really, really loves you, hehehehe…”

“Bang!”

“Bang! Bang!”

It hurt, everything hurt.

The girl curled up on the ground, but like trash, she was trampled and abused underfoot.

“You monster!”

“Get out of the village, Ugly Freak!”

“Because of you, the handsome Knight ran away. I could have been the Knight’s Lady, if not for you!”

“Why don’t you just die? You mongrel!”

“Die, Mud Monster!”

“Ew, so smelly, it’s disgusting.”

“Since she’s already so smelly, let her sleep in the pigpen.”

“Hahahaha.”

The malicious, piercing laughter was so harsh on the ears.

Ina wanted to use magic to curse them, but inside her, there was no Magic Power at all.

It was as if everything was fake, there was no Yatun, no world of Witches and Fairies.

It was all something she had fantasized, just a dream.

“No, I don’t want this…”

Ina was very afraid; the great fear made her shiver uncontrollably, her confidence, forged through magic, instantly collapsed.