[Hunter] Lydia's Life Story I

When I woke up, I had already returned to the wooden house.

It seems that Robin's words are pretty good.

I was woken up by the pain of the wound. My right hand was wrapped in thick gauze. I felt heart-piercing pain when I moved a little, and I felt a strong sense of existence.My face is hot, my head is dizzy, and I think I have a fever.

People will appear stronger in adversity.I raised my right hand and supported myself from the bed with my left hand and the strength of my waist and abdomen, panting heavily and waiting for the snowflakes in front of me to subside.I saw Kuroro lying next to me, and beyond that was Feitan sitting on the edge of the bed.

Kuroro closed his eyes and was naked on his upper body. The whip wound on his chest had basically healed up and was covered with white powder.I approached with difficulty, and saw that his complexion was okay, even if it was still lacking in color, but it was neither flushed nor pale, so I was satisfied.I reached out and touched his forehead, it was a little cold, but maybe my hands were too hot.

"Fei...?" I wanted to ask Fei Tan about the situation, but when I opened my mouth, I realized that I couldn't make a sound at all, my throat seemed to be completely blocked by glass shards, and when I pulled it, it hurt, and I could only make a rough sound Breathing sound.I screamed inwardly, if my voice is broken, what will happen to my speech?

Move ah move out of bed, my legs go limp, and I break out in a cold sweat.At the corner of the bed, I saw a tray with water and food. I don't know how many meals it is.It was only when clear water entered my throat that I realized that I was extremely thirsty. I drank it like holding a baby without leaving a drop.This time I cleared my throat again. Although it was still sandy and painful, I was able to make a sound anyway—the capital of the revolution was preserved.

"Um, Feitan, how long has it been since we were brought here?" I clambered onto the bed with one hand, sat down on the edge of the bed by Kuroro's feet, and asked me who was sitting not far from me. Feitan.

Feitan said in his distinctive deep voice: "Three days. Kuroro came back half a day earlier than you, and has already woken up twice."

"Thank you." I said in a low voice.I have been in a confined space before, which disrupted my concept of time.Counting on my fingers, I was in a coma for more than a day.Looking down at the right hand wrapped like a pig's trotter, as a rare species that will come in handy, I feel that I am too miserable.

But forget it, the situation is stronger than people, and there will always be a day of reversal.

Just as I was thinking, I felt the people around me move slightly, and when I looked back, Kuroro's big dark eyes opened at some point, looking straight at me.His body was badly injured, probably unable to move, but his eyes were clear, calm and deep as usual.

As soon as I met Kuroro's quiet gaze, before I had time to speak, the circles of my eyes turned red.Big tears gathered quickly, rolled twice in the eye sockets, and then flowed down the corners of the eyes.

I felt unspeakable sorrow and grievances in my heart, like a child who was bullied outside and finally found someone who can call the shots.I looked at Kuroro helplessly, and let the tears flow down my cheeks, dripping down my chin onto my clothes and bed.

The road under my feet is not easy to walk. I was already mentally prepared, but when I saw Kuroro's eyes, I felt very pitiful again!

Why, why, those people bullied us so much, why did they!What a big deal!Asshole, asshole!

With a "pop", a large drop of tears splashed on the back of my left hand that was propped in front of me.The more I thought about it, the more sad I felt, and I fell on Kuroro's shoulder and started to cry loudly.

Do they think I'm such an easy bully?I, I still have the spirit of speech!And, there's Chrollo too!Kuroro...I'm so pitiful...I'm going to kill them all...Wow...

For a moment, the whole room was filled with the sound of my happy and wronged crying. At first, I cried like a child, until I lost strength and turned into sobbing out of breath.After this cry, the sky was dark and the sky was dark, tears flowed, and I didn't know what night it was.There was no other sound in the room except for my crying, and the two living people beside me had been silently listening to my hysterical crying, neither comforting nor stopping them, letting me cry as much as I wanted.

After a long time, I was so exhausted that I stopped crying, gasped for breath, and curled up on the bed with my head buried like an ostrich, with darkness in front of my eyes.My eyes were swollen into peaches, my nose was completely blocked, and my neck and spine were so stiff from staying in a prone position on the bed for so long that I couldn't straighten up even if I wanted to.

This cry was really hearty and hearty, and I felt like a blue sky washed by a heavy rain, clear and open.After crying enough, I sat up covering my eyes, and my bones made a "crackling" sound.With both hands, he wiped away the tears from his face and neck, opened his eyes, and did what he should do.

Squinting my swollen eyes, I asked Kuroro nonchalantly with a nasal voice and hoarse voice: "Are you okay? Does the wound still hurt?"

"It's okay." Kuroro replied with his usual expression, "How are you?" He moved his eyes down and looked at my right hand, which was tightly wrapped in gauze.

"...It's okay." I paused with lingering fear, and felt the wound on my hand hurt even more, and it was burning like fire, which made me want to cry out all the time.I quickly changed the subject: "I have some discoveries... About the future..."

After that day, when Robin appeared in front of me again, my body would tremble reflexively, and there was only fear and obedience deep in the bone marrow in my eyes.I would not dare to look directly at him, and I would shy away from him when I approached him a little, but I dare not disobey him in the slightest, and I am always frightened, for fear that if something annoys him, it will provoke another nightmarish torture.

Robin was very pleased with my performance.My well-behaved and docile made me dare not make him dissatisfied a little bit, so he treated me more and more leniently.He has been giving me lessons, as he said, almost all the research time is used to train my ability.

The district chief Vinier will meet me every once in a while to see where my strength has reached.Their requirements for my ability mainly focus on two aspects: the immunity of telekinetic ability and the control effect of speech spirit on people.

In order to test whether I am [-]% immune to telekinetic ability, almost most of the telekinetic users in District [-] have tried their telekinetic ability here.I know that people with telekinetic abilities will not let people know their telekinetic skills easily, but I have to admit that the district chief Venier's control over the eleventh district is really amazing.All kinds of thought abilities, some of which are extremely powerful, and some of which are purely useless, but they are all ineffective here - I can't see Qi, and I can't feel any thought pressure or thought skills.The qi with power will dissipate naturally around me, and I can touch the materialized things, but they are just ordinary things to me, and special abilities have no effect on me.This one passes.

As for my speech ability, although I made a breakthrough under Robin's high pressure before, it only lasted a little longer. If I use it repeatedly, the effect will still be greatly reduced to failure, and the control is limited to "stop", "" Back" and other simple commands.

However, Robin is worthy of being a professional, his training is brutal, but also very effective.

In order to use language to manipulate more permanently and effectively, I even took a long theory course.The place where Robin took his theory class was actually the room full of collections of human bodies... Well, that's where he peeled the skin off half of my palm.I don't know what he thinks, but I do have a deep psychological shadow on this room.Seriously, every time I sit across from Robin and see those blood red eyes behind him, it makes me sick.Robin also flaunted it preciously, saying that those are precious fiery red eyes, so rare, so beautiful, I just feel creepy, okay?To be watched by a pair of gouged-out eyes, shouldn't normal people feel nothing but resentment?Forget it, he is not a normal person anyway...

While studying the theory, I continued to use the spirit of speech to different types of experimenters: those who have thoughts, those who have no thoughts, those who are healthy and strong, those who are dying, those who are determined, and those who are selfish and weak... From simple instructions to complex tasks.Experiments have shown that those with the ability to read have stronger resistance to the spirit of speech, and those with clear consciousness and firm will also have stronger resistance.

The consciousness of the person controlled by the words spirit is clear, but they can't control their own body, which is a bit like the mind ability of the manipulation system.Of course, repeated high-intensity use of the same person will still produce immunity, but for the first time, even a strong-willed master of telekinetic ability will be [-]% hit, but the time to wake up will be faster.

The ability is indeed getting stronger the more you use it, and you can feel the slow progress, feeling more and more comfortable.I learned to perfectly control the intensity of the output, and control the displayed results to an intensity that everyone can accept without panic, but the real bottom line... Shhh, that's Pandora's box.

Regarding the ability to heal wounds with words, Robin discovered this when I used it on Kuroro. He speculated that this should also be attributed to a kind of command, forcibly ordering the wound to heal.Although I know how important the ability to heal is in Meteor Street without thinking about it, Robin did not disclose this ability to the public out of some intentions. He just let me try it on a small scale and try it out.

Speaking of this, I found out a long time ago that using words and spirits to heal injuries does not work for me.Although my recovery ability seems to be a little stronger than that of ordinary people, it is definitely not supernatural.This also means that as a veritable crispy skin, I still have to worry about my own life all the time.The palm that was skinned before was also gnashing its teeth and waiting for it to heal slowly. After a whole week of high fever and being poured with a lot of precious anti-inflammatory drugs from Meteor Street, it still almost didn't burn me stupid.

As time went by, the head of the district, Vinier, became more and more anxious, and kept urging Robin to let me quickly reach the level where I could perform the task, but Robin kept procrastinating.I think he is also waiting for some time.I have always been obedient and cowardly, and the strength I showed in front of Vinier is very watery.At first Robin would hint at me, but later he directly told me how to behave.I never asked why, just acted perfectly all the time.

Regardless of what Robin thought at first, he did see me as a completely tame tool later on.There have also been countless temptations during the period, some dangerous, and some falling below the bottom line.It's hard to be watched by him from behind to kill innocent people indiscriminately, but there is no way to survive, just close your eyes.The most unbearable thing was probably that he asked me to help him dissect the corpse and enrich his human body collection that was almost out of place.I have almost successfully forgotten the specific bad memories. I can only say that at the worst time, I suffered from severe skin hunger. If I couldn’t sleep with Kuroro in my arms every night, I would keep my eyes open until dawn.During that time, I couldn't be alone at all. Without the body temperature of others, I felt cold from my heart to my limbs. Being too quiet would also make me nervous.On this point, Robin is still a bit moral, at least if he keeps refusing to let me go back to the cabin, he will probably be really crazy.

In any case, all the efforts were not in vain.After one year and two months in District 420, a total of [-] and six days, I successfully turned myself into Robin's dog, pointing to where to hit.

This is exactly what I want.

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These two chapters will be a bit boring, just skip to the next plot.I'm going on a date with my best friend tomorrow, maybe later, maybe not...