Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 10: Lava [Complete]

1233: Spring Onions? Sour Cream? Salt?

Lin Sanjiu glanced at the item in the former guard's hand.

Next to the seashell-like rotating number screen, the former guard subconsciously rubbed the keys with his thumb. The keys had arrows pointing in different directions, and each one seemed to catch his gaze in turn. Seeing that Lin Sanjiu hesitated to accept it, he raised his head and said, "Huh? You don't want it?"

Gong Daoyi had given her four or five Special Items at once, saving her from danger, but compared to the challenges waiting for her in the future, they might not be enough, let alone worth it. Lin Sanjiu stared at the unfamiliar item, which resembled a small seashell, and for a moment, she could only hear her own repeated question—what awaited her in the future?

If she declined this item, would it lessen the severity of the impending negative event?

"Did he say anything else?" Lin Sanjiu deliberately avoided mentioning Ya Jiang's name, preferring not to bring it up unnecessarily. After all, Puppeteer didn't know that the unconscious scraps nearby was called Ya Jiang.

"Let me think." The former guard hesitated when he saw her reluctance, as if he intended to return the item to his pocket as soon as she declined it. "Um... It's strange that he didn't give it to you directly... Oh, he did leave something else, as if he was preparing to leave at that time."

"What did he say?" Lin Sanjiu asked impatiently, aware that Puppeteer, lying on the nearby hospital bed, had already cast a glance at their hushed conversation corner.

"'I've given what I should. Whether she uses it or gives it to someone else, or it ends up in someone else's hands, is beyond my concern,'" the former guard mumbled. "I think it was something like that."

Whether she accepted it or not, Gong Daoyi was indifferent? Did she even have a choice?

He must have calculated it. Lin Sanjiu clenched her teeth and extended her hand to accept the Special Item. As the former guard turned away, it transformed into a card in her palm. With just a glance, she couldn't help but be surprised, almost throwing it into the card inventory. It wasn't a Special Item at all; it was just a long letter addressed to her.

[Custom-made for Lin Sanjiu]

I understand that you may not want to accept my help, so I've taken the liberty of offering it anyway. For that, I hope you can forgive me.

My adoptive mother used to grow a Dieffenbachia in a pot. When she first brought it home, it had only a few small leaves. I can't recall how old I was back then, but I do remember checking on it every few days. Sometimes, the sunlight was hot and restless, casting slanted rays, while other times, the sky was overcast, and the light resembled thick fog. Requiring minimal care, it thrived on that windowsill, under ever-changing seasons and alternating light and clouds, gradually growing new leaves. The layers of color on those new leaves were genuinely beautiful, akin to the work of an Impressionist artist, never failing to impress me. Perhaps it thrived because it was nurtured by a kind person, making it just as wonderful.

I forgot about it as I grew up. However, in recent years, it came back to me—the vitality and vibrancy of those red-tinged leaves left a lasting impression on my younger self. My adoptive mother used to buy fresh flowers from the market in the mornings, but I never cared for them. To me, they were just future wilted blooms... Eventually, she stopped buying them. You remind me of that Dieffenbachia, and I find that quite appealing.

After parting ways in the Garden of Eden, I gradually learned tidbits about you (we do share a mutual acquaintance). I can't say if my decision was impulsive, but I didn't want to wait any longer. I've waited long enough. I believe you can meet my expectations and provide the outcome I desire. If the future proves me wrong, then I'll have to accept that I've made a mistake, at long last.