Chapter 1661 Rewards <TOC> Chapter 1663 Medical Room
Translator: SumTLMan
Inside the judgment chamber, everyone eagerly awaited the imminent coronation and award ceremony. However, during this waiting period, an unexpected interlude occurred.
The grand doors of the judgment room swung open, and two witches entered from the outside.
The woman leading the procession, despite being clad in a form-fitting uniform that left little to the imagination, couldn’t conceal her exaggerated curves. Her appearance was that of a mature, alluring type. Yet, the glasses she wore and her meticulous coiffure — her wavy long hair tightly wound — detracted slightly from her sensuality and added a hint of asceticism to her demeanor.
Following behind her was a female apprentice dressed in a pure white robe.
The two made their entrance with urgency. When the regular judges turned to see them, they seemed indifferent to the apprentice trailing behind, but their attention was immediately drawn to the confident-looking witch at the forefront. They lowered their heads in greeting, “Lady Yada.”
In Sky Mechanical City, when the surname ‘Yada’ is mentioned, the first individual most thought of is one of the two renowned city lords, the famed “Mechanical Beast Emperor” Rosen Yada.
And this person, affectionately addressed as “Lady Yada”, is none other than the daughter of the Beast Emperor Rosen.
——Melanctha Yada.
With a serene expression, Melanctha nodded slightly to the regular judges, then briskly walked towards the special appointed judges.
As she passed by Angel, a hint of awkwardness crossed Melanctha’s face. Yet, she still respectfully nodded towards him, “Wizard Pat.”
Outsiders might be oblivious to the cause of Melanctha’s embarrassment, but those involved knew it all too well.
Melanctha once held the position of manager for a long period of time, overseeing the underground market of the Savage Grottoes at Sky Tower. Angel had once encountered Melanctha during his climb of the tower.
Initially, the two had no particular relationship, but after Baroque’s scheming against Angel, Angel grew wary of Melanctha as well.
Nowadays, Angel has been advanced to a formal wizard and even became a member of the Research Institute. When Melanctha and Angel met again, she couldn’t help but think of the past. If only she had stopped Baroque back then… maybe things wouldn’t be so awkward now.
Angel understood the reason behind Melanctha’s awkward expression. However, the true instigator back then was Baroque, so Angel harbored relatively less animosity towards Melanctha.
He didn’t say much but simply nodded courteously to her, casually asking, “Manager Melanctha, what brings you here?”
Melanctha replied, “I have some matters to discuss with the Observer.”
Angel naturally stepped aside. Melanctha let out a small sigh of relief and walked over to stand beside Hydra.
At that moment, Farina whispered into Angel’s ear, “Why do I feel that Melanctha seemed a bit uneasy when she saw you? Do you two have… some kind of secret?”
Angel smiled, “When I was climbing the Sky Tower in the Savage Grottoes, Melanctha was the manager in charge back then.”
“Oh? That’s all?”
“Yes.”
Farina gave Angel a deep, skeptical look, but she didn’t press further, as Melanctha had already begun discussing her purpose with Hydra.
Melanctha did not intentionally lower her voice, and everyone in the judging room could hear her clearly.
“Observer, there seems to be an issue with Onassis. I hope you can assist,” Melanctha’s tone carried a hint of urgency, clearly anxious.
Onassis has an issue? The crowd exchanged glances, their faces filled with bewilderment.
The coronation ceremony was about to start, and the audience in the Boundless Arena had not yet dispersed, eagerly waiting for this final moment. And yet, at this juncture, the champion Onassis encountered a problem? Everyone understood Melanctha’s haste; it indeed was a crucial time.
“What’s the matter?” Hydra’s voice was still very deep, with a humming friction sound in the ears.
Melanctha signaled the apprentice behind her to step forward, “Kisa, please explain to the Observer.”
The female apprentice in a white robe hesitated to meet Hydra’s eyes, lowering her head and quickly said, “Observer, my name is Kisa, and I’m a member of the medical team. Here’s what happened: we examined the Philosopher and found no injuries, but his condition is rather peculiar…”
Kisa narrated the whole story.
When Onassis was brought to the medical room, his eyes were still glowing a bright red, and he occasionally let out strange laughter. He repeatedly murmured the phrase “darkness and light,” which he had spoken during the finals.
Initially, the medical team was only responsible for treating Onassis’s injuries. After a thorough examination and finding Onassis to be in perfect health, they initially overlooked his strange behavior.
However, something happened later on.
“It seemed as if the Philosopher regained his sanity for a moment,” Kisa said.
“A momentary return to sanity?” Hydra asked, puzzled, “What do you mean by that?”
“His eyes no longer glowed red, and the eerie smirk had disappeared, conveying a coherent message,” Kisa explained. “However, this lucidity lasted but a brief moment before he reverted to his earlier deranged state.”
Heidra pondered for a moment. “When you mention he conveyed a coherent message, what do you mean by that?”
“Actually, our medical team stopped paying attention to him after confirming that the Philosopher had no injuries. It was contestant Phantom Moose in the same medical room who noticed and informed us. During that brief moment of clarity, the Philosopher sent a Distress Signal to the Phantom Moose.”
“A distress signal?” Not just Heidra, but everyone present fixated their gaze upon Kisa.
Kisa, feeling the weight of so many eyes upon her for the first time, trembled slightly, growing a bit nervous.
Melanctha stepped forward, taking over from Kisa, and relayed the remaining details: “Yes, Trom had received his distress signal at that time.”
Onassis’s lucid moment was fleeting, so he used a Jabar cipher, a means of transmitting mental messages.
The prototype of the Jabar cipher was a “divine decree” given by the Demon God of the Abyss to its followers. After many years of modifications and evolution, it finally transformed into the Jabar cipher usable by wizards. As Trom had spent many years in the Abyss, he was uniquely equipped to decode the Jabar cipher.
The deciphered message was actually quite brief.
It began as a mere distress signal, but it seems Onassis had a sudden realization, and added a final note, expressing his wish to exercise the reward for the champion of the Novastar Competition, imploring the officials of Infinite Battle Tower to suppress his inner demon.
Had it been just a distress signal, perhaps no one would have taken it seriously. But since he invoked the privilege of the competition’s winner, making a formal request to the officials, it became a matter of utmost importance.
The medical team, upon receiving the news from Trom’s lips, promptly sought out Melanctha.
Immediately upon her arrival at the infirmary, Melanctha observed a peculiar situation with Onassis. When left undisturbed, Onassis seemed entirely engrossed in his own universe. However, if he faced any external stimulus, he would lash out in a mad retaliation.
Furthermore, in this strange state, Onassis lacked complete cognitive function and actions.
The award ceremony was not far off. If Onassis was unable to partake in the “ceremony”, it would leave this Novastar Competition seeming like “a storm in a teacup” or anticlimactic. Hence, Melanctha was deeply concerned about Onassis’s condition.
However, Melanctha couldn’t diagnose any abnormalities. Regarding the “inner demons” Onassis mentioned, she was left clueless.
With the award ceremony rapidly approaching, Melanctha had no choice but to hasten to the judging chamber, hoping that Hydra could offer some guidance.