The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 221 - 222: I Heard I’m a Lone Commander

I can’t believe it!

"Persecuting you? I’m definitely persecuting you. I think the persecution was too mild—should’ve ground your bones and scattered your ashes back then!"

The queen’s throne has always been elective, reserved for the capable.

Doing unpopular things and getting ousted is quite normal.

She was really lucky; she had a loyal group of confidants who remained devoted even after her fall and ensured she was properly entombed. Even as a corpse, she enjoyed peaceful times for several millennia.

"Who is she?" Qinghan suddenly looked at me and asked after expressing deep sympathy for Otuna’s plight.

"Her? She didn’t tell you herself?" Otuna feigned surprise and said, "Aren’t you... friends?"

How on earth could you see us as friends? Didn’t you just see the friendship break off? No wonder people online always say the friendship boat capsizes without warning!

Ha, men.

"I indeed consider her a friend, but some of her views and actions are too selfish. I don’t want to hurt her, but there’s nothing wrong with pursuing strength, and I won’t let her harm my sister either."

"I never expected to encounter the brother of this body; perhaps it’s fate. If not for me, your sister’s corpse would slowly decay in a dark, icy pool underground. It’s fate that allowed me to take over her body and continue existing in this world."

Her words made my teeth ache; I wanted to speak for her and say ’Connected by the internet, cherish this fate.’

Since when did she change like this? Spouting ’fate’ so nonchalantly?

I closed my eyes tightly, unable to grasp why an awakening turned all my old acquaintances into strangers I couldn’t bear to look at.

Qinghan told Otuna that I had been subjected to a punishment that caused me to lose most of my memories, even forgetting who I am.

"Sigh... An Xi isn’t really a great villain; her fatal flaw is her uncontrollability—no biases, no weaknesses, yet she wields military power and could sweep thousands. Nobody can truly win her over."

Otuna reminisced about the old me with a sigh.

Indeed, that’s about the old me. The current me has turned over a new leaf, set to buy property, buy a car, and lead a prosperous life. Forget about sweeping thousands—I now just play Minesweeper.

"Yet, her troops perished in a fierce battle. You needn’t worry; she’s now a commander with no soldiers. Without her forces, she’s just a tiger with its claws and teeth pulled, long-lived but useless."

"Useless? I can outlast you all." I couldn’t help but interject.

"No, once my experiment succeeds, my life will be limitless."

"Parasitism after parasitism—you’re nothing but a giant parasite. You might as well rename yourself Corpse Bug." I didn’t want to call her by her name translated into Chinese, as I feel it’s an insult to the ’moon’.

Translating Otuna into Otuna means Full Moon—I remember now. The ’moon’ in our clan’s symbols translates accurately to ’Blood Moon’.

For a thousand years, clansmen have worshipped Blood Moon as a totem, representing a profound sentiment tied to our clan’s origin. Legend says our clan emerged from the Blood Moon, giving this blood-red moon a ’motherly’ connotation.

That’s why I refuse to call this giant parasite the moon.

"It’s been years. You’ve become quite chatty." Otuna’s face darkened, her gaze sinisterly fixed on me.

"Thanks for the compliment." I leaned my shoulder against the wall, curled up, and secretly tried to untie the rope, but Qinghan had bound it too tightly—I couldn’t untie it despite trying for ages.

"She’s apart from indulging in wordplay—there’s nothing else she can do, so why bother engaging with her?" Qinghan walked over and kicked me, "Behave yourself—our friendship needn’t end awkwardly."

"Sure, sure, treat me like I’m not here." Until the rope is untied, I will tolerate it. He’s right; arguing is pointless—brawling is king. I should reserve my energy for a fight.

After that, they really treated me as nonexistent and started discussing how to inherit my bloodline and steal Karmic Fire, finally how to deal with the ’worthless’ me.

Otuna suggested nailing me in a stone coffin and throwing it into the deep sea, as she couldn’t kill me thoroughly, only thinking of prolonged imprisonment.

Qinghan frowned and glanced at me after hearing, saying it’s a pity to toss me into the sea.

Otuna, who’d been mixed up outside for years and learned all sorts, immediately nodded in agreement, saying keeping me is fine—keeping pets is trendy now, buying a cat or dog requires pedigree certification, so, from a species perspective, I’m pretty rare, and keeping me for fun isn’t bad.

What kind of dangerous comments unfit for broadcast are these? Moreover, cutting ties so quickly—is that really okay? How did I become a rare animal? Just ’exist’ a few years borrowing a body, and she’s all lofty!

Qinghan then asked a question I wanted to know too—Otuna was buried earlier, but after her ’death’, I visited Victory Island. How does she know I was imprisoned in Tomb Prison?

Otuna heard this question and smiled bitterly: "I had some loyal subordinates who occasionally visited me, bringing news. Alas, they died too later."

A newly crowned king will inevitably eliminate the previous king’s followers—it’s always been chaos within our group.

Just unsure who succeeded the throne later, but I guess it must’ve been Bi Shi’s rival—who else could shake the Lord Priest’s position and imprison her?

Discussing those messes could last days; I utterly refuse to think them over.

As Otuna just said, I’m not close to anyone and have plenty of places earning hatred—I loathe meddling in power struggles, simply seeking a mountain to claim and reign, but then...

"Oliver, hand over that fool, you hear? Stop playing dead!"

Thumping knocks, accompanied by a woman’s furious roar, echoed clearly through thick walls. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

What’s Oliver? Who’s the fool? I only know this fierce roar belongs to Bi Shi.

’Big Bamboo’ sprouted in proximity to White Jade City, with her having just left a few minutes.

I foresaw ’Big Bamboo’ coming; in my imagination, she’d prepare thoroughly and make a domineering entrance. Instead, like now, copying my use of Mrs. Xue’s gate-knocking manner to provoke a clearly swelling someone.

"Oliver! Open the door. If you can capture people, you can open the door!"

Otuna’s face slightly changed, looked at me coldly laughing: "Lord Priest? Since when did you two get so close?"

"Not close at all; she calls me the fool." I answered truthfully.

"Perfect—all coming together to stay too." Otuna said, glancing at Qinghan, "Here’s a chance to show loyalty—go get those outside for me."

"Alright." Qinghan agreed readily, leaping up to the spectral tree’s branches.