Chapter 2374: Mission 54
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Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Upon mention of the chaotic s.p.a.cetime’s role in providing mission instructions, Gu Chaoyan experienced a sudden recollection. Whenever she completed a mission within the chaotic s.p.a.cetime, it would furnish her with clear guidance on how to accomplish the task before she embarked on it.
However, in this instance, she remained completely unaware of how to complete the mission. This left her in a quandary; lacking the knowledge of what const.i.tuted effective progress in the mission.
She was not only oblivious to the situation she found herself in but also lacked any understanding of the mission’s objectives. Was this genuinely a mission aimed at attaining the half-step Golden Immortal realm? If so, could this complexity be attributed to the inherent difficulty of achieving that level?
“I’m not overthinking it; I just wanted to wash my hands in the river. There’s no need for excessive pondering. While alive, people encounter myriad experiences, and I have no intention of avoiding life’s trials in death,” Gu Chaoyan responded straightforwardly.
Even though she couldn’t fathom the reasons behind this woman’s misconceptions or the circ.u.mstances that might have led her to believe that Gu Chaoyan contemplated self-harm, she felt compelled to a.s.suage those concerns entirely.
Upon hearing Gu Chaoyan’s response, the woman appeared somewhat rea.s.sured.
“In the past two days, our clan has suffered incessant attacks, resulting in numerous casualties. Our clan’s existence is a perpetual struggle, and you carry a significant weight of responsibility. I fear that you might bear the brunt of guilt and internalize the hards.h.i.+ps,” the woman explained.
Gu Chaoyan comprehended the situation now. The woman’s conjecture was not unfounded. It was plausible that this enigmatic Tribe Chief of an unfamiliar race had genuinely shouldered an onerous burden and arrived at this place alone.
Nonetheless, with Gu Chaoyan’s presence, there was no longer any need to bear the weight alone.
Having known this Tribe Chief for a considerable period, Gu Chaoyan possessed a reasonably accurate understanding of her personality.
“I’m here solely for relaxation. Rest a.s.sured, I won’t leave you behind,” Gu Chaoyan offered comfortingly.
She accompanied the woman back to their clan.
It was during this moment that Gu Chaoyan finally had the opportunity to take a closer look at the woman’s attire. The Tribe Chief was garbed in a very simplistic manner, with just two pieces of tattered fabric serving as her upper and lower body coverings, leaving most of her body exposed.
What kind of race was this?
Wearing such revealing attire was a stark departure from Gu Chaoyan’s customs.
Surveying herself, Gu Chaoyan couldn’t help but feel somewhat relieved. While her own attire might be revealing, it was marginally more modest than what this woman wore, especially given the additional piece of cloth that was wrapped around her lower body.
Fortunately, that was the case.
Upon returning to the clan, Gu Chaoyan gained a more profound understanding of the dire situation. The woman’s initial misconception about her inclination toward self-harm began to make sense. The clan’s predicament was evidently catastrophic.
The environment was challenging, and numerous clan members were gravely injured. The absence of medicinal herbs contributed to the lingering scent of blood in the air.
Those who sustained severe injuries lay incapacitated, while the less injured individuals endeavored to perform various tasks. Although characterized as work, these activities essentially involved the preparation of wild vegetables for consumption.
Observing the wounded individuals, Gu Chaoyan inquired of the woman accompanying her, “Why aren’t their wounds being tended to?”
The woman gazed at Gu Chaoyan with a bemused expression, seemingly taken aback by the Tribe Chief’s apparent unfamiliarity with the situation.
Nevertheless, she proceeded to explain candidly, “Tribe Chief, perhaps you’ve forgotten that our sole provisions were taken by the Moco Clan. In our efforts to safeguard the supplies, our clan members were willing to risk their lives. Regrettably, we lack medical supplies, hence the absence of bandages despite our injuries.”