CHAPTER 240: CHAPTER 175: CLAIRVOYANCE

Old friends reunite, and the world has changed beyond recognition.

Everyone watched as Yue walked into the barbecue shop with Lily’s assistance. He was still warmly greeting everyone, but the atmosphere at the table fell into silence as all eyes were drawn to the black cloth covering his eyes.

No one expected Yue’s condition to have worsened to this extent. Previously, during communication, he only mentioned seeing illusions in his eyes, never saying his vision was severely impaired.

After a moment, Ave finally asked, "How did he become blind?"

"Until arriving at Paradise Island, the young master could still see."

Lily replied.

?

The sorrowful atmosphere suddenly became a bit peculiar, and Lily had to explain for the young master, "The young master says that there is a sun on the street, which after a while becomes hard to look at directly."

Everyone understood and turned to Ethan in unison, even Uerta was no exception.

However, Uerta didn’t know the significance of doing this; he just felt that if he was the only one not doing it, he would seem out of place.

Ethan adjusted the wave of magic power, trying to switch to the currently weakest wind magic, which was only at Lv2 proficiency, then said, "Now try removing the black cloth."

Yue did so doubtfully. When he opened his eyes again, a bright glimmer appeared before him, and the golden glow that had obscured everything dissipated. Sitting opposite him was a man as free as the wind, and he finally saw the true faces of the friends he had communicated with over the phone.

A man like the wind.

A woman like an iceberg.

The golden-haired one has become enlightened.

And...

"There is something I am not sure whether I should say."

Yue suddenly frowned, carefully examining Uerta. He knew he shouldn’t comment on others’ aura; it violated noble etiquette and might damage their precious friendship, but this friend’s condition was extremely serious, "beyond cure" was not too much to describe it.

Since he began experiencing hallucinations, he had never seen an octopus face transformed so thoroughly.

"Just say it."

Having been with Ethan for a long time, everyone knew this phrase was just a cover. Even if you answered that it shouldn’t be said, he would definitely find a way to say it in the end; the only difference was whether he’d say it immediately or waste a few minutes before saying it.

Ave was deeply affected by this, so much so that whenever she heard this phrase, she felt like immediately ditching all formalities.

"This gentleman is already very seriously ill. If not treated quickly, I’m afraid it won’t be long before he goes mad."

"His name is Uerta; did you observe anything unusual?"

Ethan took the initiative to introduce his octopus-faced friend from the Deep Sea Race to Yue.

"Well..."

After much hesitation, Yue finally lowered his voice and said, "You may not have noticed that he has completely turned into an octopus face."

The atmosphere became even more bizarre, and after a moment, Ave pointed out, "He was born an octopus face; their race all look like this."

She was now a bit sensitive about appearance issues; just a while ago, the catgirl said she looked like a little radish head—she had never been treated so rudely in her entire life. As the heir of the Margaret Clan, her appearance was somewhat similar to her aunt’s, and even more so like Saint Mary, carved out of the same mold, belonging to the kind of beautiful girl who could attract everyone’s attention without excessive dressing up.

Thus, the beauty standards of beastfolk were generally unreliable.

Ethan then grabbed the key point, "You mean to say, besides Uerta, you’ve seen other Deep Sea creatures?"

He had discussed many topics related to the Deep Sea Race with Uerta, gathering all the knowledge into a comprehensive record that could compile a book on alien race taxonomy. Uerta mentioned that since the Evil God had been sealed, their race had been residing near the fissures of deep valleys, conservatively estimated to be thousands of meters deep under the sea. In today’s absence of submarine technology, it’s a zone unreachable by humans.

For this reason, the Deep Sea Race had always lived primitively and isolated, with Uerta being the only one of his generation to come to the sea surface and interact with humans.

"Oh? You mean this is how he originally looked?"

Yue confirmed with the maid, "Lily, do you also see him as an octopus face?"

Lily awkwardly nodded; she always felt it was somewhat impolite to comment on others’ appearance. In Ophira, you can encounter all kinds of beastfolk, most of them having animal-like features, and there was never any regulation saying beastfolk can’t have octopus features.

"I see, then Mr. Uerta should be quite healthy. I mean, the kind of situation where a person turns into an octopus face."

Yue had kept this news hidden in the depths of his heart; even under interrogation, he never disclosed the hallucinations he saw to anyone.

The reason for interrogation was simple; after receiving treatment, his condition greatly improved, but the diagnostician who prescribed the medicine soon went mad, and totally mad, infiltrated the council hall with a gun, seriously injured a councilman attending a meeting, and committed suicide the night he was sent to the interrogation room.

The case has yet to be solved, and even worse, more and more people are experiencing similar situations.

The only one who saw through the truth was a nobleman who appeared normal but actually suffered from severe mental illness, Yue. He silently recorded the progression of symptoms, "Initially, black streaks appeared on the skin, pupils turned black, lasting two or three days before their skin became extremely dry, and started shedding, until turning blue. By the third stage, their heads elongated, mouths stuck together, jaws deformed, replaced by writhing tendrils."