A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 1608: 443 Door of Thought and Golden Ticket_3

From the very first collision, a larger earthquake was triggered along with a terrifying impact wave.

Matthew was sent flying a good distance by the shockwave, and although he wasn’t seriously injured, he no longer wished to approach the war zone.

“Better to see if I can find Lost Paradise earlier, find it and I’ll run away!”

Matthew continued his search in the surrounding area.

Affected by the scale of the war.

The number of Resentful Spirits on the streets had considerably decreased, allowing Matthew to walk around at ease.

However, after several turns.

He still hadn’t found any trace of that little boy from before.

This made Matthew somewhat dejected.

He estimated the time.

There were about forty minutes left before daylight, and near the Magic Tower, two Supreme Limits fought relentlessly, seemingly determined to level the area completely.

According to the current trend.

There wouldn’t be a result before daybreak.

“Why not take this chance to re-examine those buildings locked by the suspicious Elemental Marks?”

This thought had just sprung up in Matthew’s mind.

When suddenly a tall shadow flashed in front of him.

From its stature, it was clear that it was a troll!

“Annie Salvens?”

Matthew’s heart stirred, and he immediately followed.

It seemed like she was tracking someone.

It wasn’t long.

Before Matthew caught up behind her, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

Not far away.

Was the little boy, seriously engrossed in reading a book!

At this point Annie also became aware of Matthew’s approaching footsteps.

She first showed an instinctive defensiveness, then her expression grew complicated, but in the end, she didn’t make any unfriendly moves, and just said softly:

“I’ve been following for a while, but I can’t get close to him.”

It was only then that Matthew realized.

A tight barrier existed around the little boy.

This barrier completely segregated his presence and the nearby space from the surroundings, no wonder he seemed non-existent to Matthew’s Insight.

Matthew walked a circle around the barrier.

And couldn’t find a way in.

Annie shrugged helplessly at him.

It was at that moment.

The little boy suddenly said leisurely:

“Why not try to search for a door to enter?”

“You should know, any place that is difficult to enter, always has a door.”

Annie’s face immediately lit up with joy at these words.

And Matthew’s data panel also received new information.

…

“Hint: Find the Door of Thought, and you can enter the ‘Pure Land Outside of Paradise.’”

…

So this space is called the Outside of Paradise, huh?

Then the identity of the little boy is almost certain!

Annie next to him had already started to look around earnestly, searching for any traces of a possible door.

However, Matthew pondered for a moment, and then unsheathed the Sword of Slaughter from his back!

In the surprised gaze of the little boy.

Matthew, holding the Sword of Slaughter, thrust it into the barrier!

Crack crack!

Sounds like shattering glass rang out as Matthew plunged the Sword of Slaughter in completely, then brutally cut a door out of the barrier!

The next second.

He noticed a gap appeared before him, so he stepped through.

Annie stood frozen in place for several seconds.

And quickly followed him in, flustered.

The little boy put down his book, appearing slightly angry:

“Why would you stab me out of nowhere?”

“Do you know what the Door of Thought is—it’s a mental door that can only be opened through wisdom and thought!” @@novelbin@@

“Did you think? Or did you just stab wildly?”

Matthew weighed the long sword in his hand, then blinked:

“This is the result of my thinking.”

He was quite satisfied with the Sword of Slaughter’s ability to break the barrier.

The little boy seemed speechless.

But in the end.

He sat down slowly.

“Even if you brute-force your way in and skip the first checkpoint that tests wisdom, if your next answers don’t satisfy me, you’ll still have a hard time getting what you want.”

He continued to read his book.

As if asking offhandedly:

“Tell me, why do sentient beings always slaughter each other?”

Matthew didn’t directly answer, but counter-asked:

“What does answering your question signify?”

The little boy thought for a while:

“It doesn’t signify anything, but if you want to be the master of Lost Paradise, you have to let me know what kind of people you are.”

It truly was Lost Paradise!

Upon hearing that, Annie immediately stepped forward, her tone slightly excited:

“I am a descendant of the Salvens Family…”

The little boy said, with some exasperation:

“I just want to know what kind of people you are, I’m not interested in what your ancestors were like.”

Annie was stunned there.

She seemed somewhat at a loss for what to do.

The little boy was mild in his manners toward her:

“If you haven’t thought it through, go aside and think about it.”

“Once you’ve made up your mind, come and tell me your answer.”

Afterward.

He looked at Matthew as though he had anticipated it.

Matthew said thoughtfully:

“This question is too broad, the reasons are naturally varied.”

“Slaughter is itself the main theme of life, the law of the jungle is the survival of the fittest, even intelligent beings aren’t much better than ordinary animals in this regard.”

“From this perspective, killing each other is a necessity for survival.”

“Even within a stable Wisdom Species, conflicts arise over resources, dignity, power, and the like.

Some always strive to rise above others, and there are always those who will stand up to fight back.

The fighters may not always succeed, the bullies may not always last.

Bullying and resistance might just be instincts etched in the bloodlines of many Wisdom Species.

With these come disputes and contradictions.