Chapter 858 Knitting a Scarf

After a period of comfort, Freya fell asleep with fatigue all over her body, but from her sleeping expression, a faint smile can be detected. After so many years of hard support, she finally waited for the arrival of rescue.

Bologo flipped through Freya's notes, which were full of her various inferences and guesses about the ruins area, which was a good help for Bologo.

The next action has been planned, but before the action, they all need some time to rest. Bologo does not intend to fall asleep. A short meditation is enough to get rid of his sleepiness.

In silence, he closed Freya's notes and had a clear and general understanding of the current situation of the ruins area.

Just as Mamo calculated, the space of the ruins area has continued to distort and change over the years. The invasion of the overlord Xilin seemed to be just an opportunity. He broke the balance of the reclamation room and caused it to collapse.

Just like breaking the foundation of a tall building, you don't need to do anything next, the terrible self-weight will cause it to self-destruct.

"The staff imitated everything the Order Bureau had. As long as they integrated into this role-playing, they would be safe. But be careful, role-playing in some areas would be dangerous."

Berogo recalled the words in Freya's notebook. She marked several dangerous areas with a red marker, including the Forge Volcano.

In addition to dangerous role-playing, Freya also wrote down many performance experiences, such as the subtle differences in uniforms in different areas, and the empty and numb conversations between the staff...

Although Freya looked like a crying poor worm, her heart was unexpectedly strong. She was also a master in performance, otherwise she would not have been able to mix among the staff for so long.

In addition to marking dangerous areas, there are many green punctuation marks on the map. These are safety gates leading to the core hub void block. In Freya's records, the staff never set foot in the safety gates and the void block area behind the gates.

The blue punctuation marks represent that there are materials for survival at that location. Freya has been living on these reserves for many years. Of course, these materials are not entirely food, but also some weapons and equipment, medical drugs, etc.

Freya also marked some areas with big question marks. These areas could not be explored due to insufficient authority level. Freya didn't know what was inside.

The golden paint like morning light outlined several circles. These areas were shelters where people could live. They were completely closed and not exposed to the hazy light. Now Bologo was in one of the shelters.

"As the space distorted, the number of shelters decreased one by one." Freya once wrote worriedly in her notes.

The misalignment of the buildings made many closed shelters connected to the outside world, and the strange hazy light fell on the surroundings like a giant eye.

Freya had moved several times, and the number of shelters available was decreasing.

Bologo picked up the list of secondary targets and compared it. He judged that some of the shelters marked by Freya were safe houses left by the Order Bureau in previous explorations.

After sorting out the information, Blog checked Freya's collection. She was only a first-stage condenser, and she couldn't use many alchemical weapons, but Blog was different. The power of the Negative Power allowed him to control most of the alchemical weapons. If there were any that were beyond Blog's control...

That would be a big profit.

As a Negative Power, Blog could only touch the alchemical weapons of the purified white-level alchemical weapons that were born after the material underwent qualitative change and whitening.

Above the whitening qualitative change, there were also the yellowing qualitative change corresponding to the defender and the redding qualitative change corresponding to the glory.

In theory, Blog had the ability to control these high-level alchemical weapons across levels, but unfortunately, even the Order Bureau did not have many of these high-level alchemical weapons, and they were basically controlled by staff of the corresponding levels, or sealed for unknown reasons.

Bolog's achievements were shocking enough, but due to the interference of many factors, it was still difficult for him to apply for a high-level alchemical weapon. In the end, the strange contract object was very suitable for Bolog.

"Huh, this is what you said, Mamo, let me choose whatever you get first."

Bolog was not so greedy. Even if there were more alchemical weapons, he only had so much ether, so it was better to pick something that suited him.

But after a period of searching and reviewing, Bolog walked out of the collection room disappointedly. Most of the alchemical weapons collected by Freya were not of high rank, and the specific energy efficiency was not ideal, which could not help Bolog much.

A few pure white alchemical weapons also had different degrees of damage, which should have been caused by the invasion of Xilin. Freya herself was not a scholar and could not repair these complex alchemical weapons at all. Most of them were highly damaged after being stored for a long time.

In other words, Freya collected a lot of junk.

Well, after careful selection, there are still some useful ones. Of course, Blogo can't use them, but he can arm Freya so that she can increase the probability of survival in the next action.

In this strange place, Blogo is not sure that he can protect Freya.

A few hours later, Freya walked out of the bedroom. She seemed to have slept well and was very energetic. Blogo had prepared a lot of bags in the living room, and even redrawn the map.

"If you are ready, we can set off."

Berogo said without looking back, "But I still hope you will think about it more. This trip will be very dangerous. You might die."

"I... I have thought about it," Freya said with a firm face, "My fate is in my own hands. I will leave here, unwavering."

After confirming again, Berogo nodded and handed some selected alchemical weapons to Freya, most of which were disposable consumables.

"You have a lot of stock," Berogo was shocked by the inventory of these consumables, "Are you very frugal? Or did you rob a certain arsenal?"

"It's just accumulated over time," Freya played with these consumables, most of which were various alchemical grenades, "These things are used one less, so I have been saving them, thinking that they will be of great use one day."

"It sounds like a squirrel hoarding food." Berogo joked.

Freya also smiled, with a little sadness in her eyes, which was noticed by Berogo.

"You are still a little worried," Blogo asked, "What are you afraid of?"

"Well...something that is just a complaint."

Freya laughed at herself, "I am thinking, if I can really escape, how should I face the new world outside."

She continued, "I have been isolated from the world for many years. I don't know how my family and friends are doing now, let alone..."

"The cognitive distortion brought by the inverted world."

Blogo saw the source of Freya's troubles at a glance, "Even if you leave the ruins, the outside world and those people are still hideous monsters in your eyes."

"It's like escaping from one hell to another, another less dangerous hell."

Freya sighed deeply. Even now, it was difficult for her to accept Blogo's evil spirit posture. What about returning to the human world and walking on the busy streets?

Countless monsters passed by her, as if she was in a huge and weird parade.

"My suggestion is to solve the current problem first, and then consider the future problems."

Berogo comforted, "I know a few good psychologists who may be able to help you."

"You want me to talk to a group of 'monsters'?" Freya asked.

"What's the problem?" Berogo continued, "You will have to fight monsters together next."

Freya smiled, Berogo's poor sense of humor finally played some role, seeing this Berogo took advantage of the victory and continued.

"I have a friend who has a similar experience to you."

"Tell me about it."

"Because of an accident, it lost its human posture and became a... eh? Orc?" Berogo recalled Hart's posture.

"Then what?"

"Then he accepted himself as furry," Berogo said ruthlessly, "He even used the hair combed from his body to weave scarves for his friends."

This time Freya laughed out loud.