Demonic Skeleton God-Chapter 97: Glimpses of the Past

Flain was located in a communal prison cell. It was a large gray room where the slaves resided. Apart from the slaves, there was nothing else — no light, no furniture, or beds.

The slaves were of various ages, from children like Flain to elderly people around 80 years old, who, however, didn’t survive long here. Although it must be said that Flain was the only child in the cell, because most children survived at most 4 years, as their bodies couldn’t withstand the effects of the stimulant powder and radiation.

You might be wondering why they even enslave children if they die so quickly and most of them don’t mine as much radioactive iron as adults.

The reason is that children were very cheap, and within those 4 years they would long have mined back their price — and on top of that, they took up very little space.

The exit was blocked by a large blue transparent wall that looked like a hologram.

A guard approached the cell and placed his palm on a marked spot, which caused the wall to dissipate. The guard dragged in a child around five years old and threw him into the cell right next to Flain, then summoned the wall back.

Flain looked at him for a moment while trying to fall asleep, since it was currently the time when slaves were supposed to sleep, but like most of them, Flain couldn’t easily fall asleep because of the stimulant powder.

An hour passed, and the boy’s body began to wake up. Flain still hadn’t fallen asleep, but he was trying to. The boy opened his eyes and stared soullessly around for a while.

Then he shook his head and looked at the people around until he turned to Flain. "Do you know where we are?" he asked.

"In a slave cell," Flain said, quite annoyed that he was being disturbed from sleep.

"Oh, so someone bought me then. Hi, I’m Denji, and what’s your name?" Denji said.

"Flain," Flain mumbled.

Then Denji sat there for a few seconds, thinking. "I wanted to ask what I’ll be doing here, but my memories are slowly returning, and I remember someone bought me from the slave market. Then they put the necessary information into my head — what my schedule will look like, what I’ll be given, and that I’ll be mining," Denji muttered thoughtfully.

Then he looked over Flain. "Hey, your body looks weird," he said.

"Yours will look like this too, you’ll get used to it," Flain said and rolled to the side while lying down.

"Well, I hope not," Denji said.

"Just go to sleep and stop bothering me. I’ll mine less if I don’t sleep," Flain said.

Morning came, and the slaves were sent to mine. Flain and Denji were given a pickaxe and a stimulant powder, which they poured under their tongues.

Then they arrived at the mining site and started digging. "Hey, I feel like I’ve been reborn — I’ve never felt such a wave of energy," Denji said, swinging the pickaxe like a madman.

"Don’t waste energy on unnecessary words," Flain said.

Days began to pass, and the two of them started to get along more and more. At first, Flain was focused only on his slave work and usually responded briefly or ignored him, but gradually, he began to open up.

A year had passed. Denji almost always ended up in altercations with the guards because he refused to let them beat him or mock him without resistance. Because of this, most of the time he didn’t receive water or a nutrition tablet, and on top of that, he was beaten unconscious.

It was evening, and the two of them were in their cell, trying to fall asleep. "Hey Flain, I’ve had enough. I’d love to blow off that old guard’s head and his brother’s all the way to the ground. Today he drank my water again," Denji muttered.

"Honestly, I’d most like to escape this damn place, but I doubt I could manage it with my body. I’ve never heard of anyone escaping."

"But even if I did escape, no one would be waiting for me. My mom probably sold me to a slaver, and I don’t know why," he muttered and turned his eyes to the ceiling.

"Is there really anything out there?" Flain asked.

"Hah, I can’t believe you thought up to now that only these mines existed on Earth," Denji laughed.

Then Denji stood up, walked over to Flain, and stretched out his hand in front of him.

"I’ve been wanting to ask you this for a long time, but I kept forgetting... Will you be my friend?" Denji asked.

Flain sat up and leaned against the wall. "You’re saying words I don’t understand again. What does it mean to be a friend?" Flain asked.

"I don’t know how to explain it exactly, but a friend is someone close with whom you feel good," Denji said thoughtfully.

"Alright then, I accept!" Flain said louder and reached out his hand, which Denji used to pull him up.

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Flain snapped out of his thoughts. He definitely knew he had died, so this was an illusion. He promised him he would take revenge, and that’s what he planned to do. Flain was briefly confused because he hadn’t heard that voice in a very long time, and it sounded very real.

Flain’s body began to tremble slightly, and he found himself at the start of the 6th floor. That surprised Flain greatly and threw him off because he had no idea what he had done wrong.

The only thing he had done was think for a few seconds — so was he not allowed to think? If so, then he wouldn’t be able to move forward anymore, because in his opinion, it was impossible to exist without thinking — unless you were some kind of soulless monster.

The mind thinks even subconsciously, so even if Flain thought only minimally, he would still fail.

"Shoto," Flain said while thinking and completing the 6th floor.

Or maybe Flain was supposed to do something immediately afterward — like break that wall — but that seemed way too hard to him, because there were countless possibilities for what he could do, and if he had to find out which one was right, he’d finish among the last. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

But then Flain had an idea — he could try to tune in to the frequency of that wall and maybe discover something from it.

Flain had learned in the tower how to feel frequencies and tune into them, which could help him discover hidden information. Almost everything emits a frequency — even the bricks in the wall and the bit of dirt he just stepped on. But each thing also emits a differently strong frequency, and the weaker it is, the harder it is for Flain to tune into it...

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