My Abyss Survival Diary

Chapter 90 Counterattack from Desperate Circumstances

When the flower field quieted down again, the only sound was the rustling of petals swirling in the wind.

He squatted down, took three glass jars out of his backpack, and placed them on the ground.

The first jar, which was also his own, had been filled with three red-eyed killer bees after a period of fighting. The precious white-eyed killer bee lay in a secluded corner, quietly avoiding its bloodthirsty kin.

Only three brown-eyed scorpion wasps remained in the second jar.

Frani stood behind him, her face full of worry. The nun stood further away, gazing at Karl's departing figure, her long silver hair fluttering in the wind.

Simon stuffed the jar back into his backpack and zipped it up.

The current situation is very unfavorable to them. They have enough Slayer Bees to replace one companion a day, but for the other factions, it is definitely not enough. Chalasu brought more than twenty of his people, and the adventurers also brought more than a dozen team members. If forced to do so, they will definitely come to steal Simon's Slayer Bees and also hunt down the nun as a high-value target.

"You guys rest first. I'll go think of something."

Simon didn't speak. He picked up the harpoon from the ground and walked towards the edge of the flower field.

The edge of the flower field was a gentle slope, and Simon sat on the top of the slope with a harpoon stuck in the soil beside him.

The crimson sea of ​​flowers surged in the light of the spores, like a congealed bloodstain. In the distance, there were dense stone forests, bombed ruins, and a bonfire that was smoking and had been lit by someone.

Further away, spore lights hung on the hazy dome, like will-o'-the-wisps that never go out.

He remembered the first floor, the day he stepped out of the elevator.

Wearing a burlap prison uniform, he was driven into the creeping carpet forest by the priest. He didn't think about saving anyone; he just wanted to survive, find an exit, return to the familiar world, and leave his wronged past in this damned abyss.

But along with his adventures, he met too many people and carried the hopes of too many people.

Now standing behind him are Flani, Klein, Pick, and Professor Loris, who are waiting for him in the camp, and there may be more people standing there later.

Footsteps sounded behind me, heavy and deep; they must have been the nun's.

His long, silvery-white hair cascaded down his shoulders. The nun sat down beside him, her legs together, the holy hammer resting on her knees.

Her shoulders were higher than his, and her shadow fell on him in the fluorescent light of the spores.

"Your name is Simon, I didn't get it wrong, did I?" she said slowly. "The method you taught me was very effective. After taking a deep breath, I gradually regained my senses and realized that you are not my brother."

Simon did not respond.

"My brother wouldn't comfort me like that. He would just tell me, 'Stop crying, what's the use of crying?' and then rush out to solve the problem by himself." She gave a bitter smile and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "You're so much gentler than him, which made me feel something was off from the start."

A breeze blew from deep within the flower field, lifting her long hair and brushing against Simon's cheek.

"My mother was a doctor in a field hospital, and my father was a commander. They didn't have time to take care of me, so my older brother raised me from a young age. My brother was also a war hero; he was an aircraft pilot."

"In my memory, my brother was as tall as you, as handsome as you, a little stronger, and his hair wasn't as curly as yours. He would discipline me strictly, but he would also give me my allowance to buy candy."

Simon turned to look at her, but she didn't look at him; her eyes were fixed on the crimson sea deep in the flower field.

"When I grew up, I went to train with the Sisters of the Hammer, while he went to the front lines. Later, while I was training with the Sisters of the Hammer, I received a letter saying that my brother had died in battle. He was burned to death in the cockpit and his body was never found."

Simon remained silent, listening attentively.

A few petals fell on her shoulder, and as she recalled the past, her eyes became hazy.

"Thank you for waking me up from this hallucination."

She turned her head and looked intently at Simon. There were no tears in his dark gray right eye, but something bright shone in it, like a lamp that had been relit: "I know you are not him, but when you stood there, it was as if I saw him still there."

She took the glass jar from her waist and placed it at Simon's feet; inside the jar were two scorpion bees.

"I don't need this. I originally thought I could get back that piece of flesh as evidence of the crime through my efforts, but now it seems I may have to use another method to reclaim it."

"Thanks"

Simon reached out, picked up the glass jar, and examined the scorpion bees inside.

"Carl made a big mistake. He despised human cowardice, fragility, and selfishness... but he didn't know that humans are also capable of overcoming these things for others, even overcoming the fear of death, for family, for friends, and for those who have sacrificed themselves but still live on in their hearts."

He looked into the nun's eyes.

"From the moment he announced the killing of the hostage and the bounty on you, the absurd game he was playing was about to end, because he foolishly thought we would only fight for ourselves. That madman mistakenly believed that as long as he spread terror, we would obediently kill each other. His actions would awaken the courage hidden in people's hearts, and fear would make us more united."

The nun looked at him for a long time. The light in his dark gray right eye grew brighter and brighter.

"I will fully support you," she promised, "not only for the empire, but also for my brother and my sisters."

Simon stood up, pulled the harpoon out of the mud, tightened the straps of his backpack, and slung the harpoon over his shoulder.

He already had a plan in mind.

"I'll go to the Friendship Camp alone tomorrow." He smiled, a rare occurrence, and the despair in his heart vanished. "Maybe I can convince those people, convince them to stand in the same trench as us."

"I'll go with you!" The nun gripped the holy hammer tightly in her hand.

"No, you and Flanye stay away. You're a high-value target now, and your presence there will only complicate things."

"I want to go with you!" a shout came from afar. It was Brienne in the birdcage. "How can you not include me in such a fun event!"

At Breanne's urging, Florian handed the birdcage to Simon.

Before leaving, she reminded him, "Be careful, Simon."

"Don't worry, I'll be back safely." Simon hung the birdcage on the side of his backpack. Brienne swayed inside, her long hair peeking out from between the bars of the cage.

"Let's go!"

The nun stood atop the hill, her long, silvery-white hair fluttering in the wind. She gazed at his retreating figure, her lips moving slightly.

Simon walked into the flower field, petals swirling around him and closing behind him. He gently brushed the petals with his fingers and embarked on his journey amidst countless flowers.