Chapter 280 Questioning
The lady was treating Damian's wounds with proper care, making sure he wasn't getting close to dying or something like that. Well, that wound would never kill Damian. He was the one who did that to himself anyway.
But the red-haired girl had no idea, and for her, Damian was just a middle-aged man who needed treatment.
During the whole time, Damian was observing her, trying to see if she was someone bad or not. He had learned that judging someone before meeting them was not ideal.
"You are pretty tough to survive after taking this hit," the lady said, "And you don't even have mana in your body."
The humans back on Earth, most of them at least, could only use and improve the ability they got from the serum, which came from the blood of the beasts from the dungeon. Well, the beasts were magical. They had mana.
As for the humans who lived inside the dungeon could use mana to utilize spells which acted similarly to the abilities humans from Earth had. The humans from Earth were also learning how to use mana now that they had to live inside the dungeon with everyone else.
"And you do?" Damian asked.
She looked at him proudly, "Yes, I do. I am pretty talented in using my rapier, and I can use lightning abilities. Pretty cool, right?"
Damian was surprised to see that she was willing to share that much information with him. He guessed that she was just unscared of his weak appearance, and she did not think he would do anything with that piece of information.
"Really? That's impressive," Damian said as he got up, making the lady frown.
"You should be lying down to rest properly. This might get really bad and you will have to pay for a healer."
Healers were not common inside the dungeon, as people with divine affinity were pretty rare. Damian was not concerned, though. He was there to see why they had met to speak in private with other hooded people, and he was not scared of confronting her right there.
Damian just laughed, "Don't worry about me. It's not like a self-inflicted wound would kill me anyway. Now, can you enlighten me on why you were meeting up in secret in one of the alleys?"
The lady's hand went to her rapier, and she was ready to unsheathe it when her hand suddenly stopped moving. No matter what she did, it was not moving an inch!
That was Damian's powerful mind abilities, and she was too weak to resist his Telekinesis.
"I wouldn't move if I were you, not that you can move anyway. Now, would you sit for us to have a decent talk?" Damian said, gesturing for her to sit in one of the wooden chairs available for them.
She did not look like she was willing to do so, "No way I will talk to you. I don't even know you, and how did you see us in the alley? It was pretty late and we were even using some illusions to keep ourselves hidden!"
Damian frowned, "You were using illusions? They must be really weak cause I didn't even see it. Now, you have two choices: you either sit and talk to me, or you can just die and I will look to get answers from your other friends."
He was not willing to lose time discussing with her. The meeting felt strange. After a while, the lady sat on the wooden chair, but still looked unwilling to share. Damian was sitting right in front of her, staring at her pretty face, and sometimes looking at her body.
"Will you keep looking at my tits?" She asked.
Damian laughed at it, "What can I say, they are pretty solid. Now, you can answer my questions and both of us can go our ways, or I can just probe inside your mind and forcefully get the answers, but it might hurt, so you decide."
"Bullshit," she said, "Only really powerful individuals can read someone's mind, so we can both pretend you can do this."
She looked really confident when saying that. She was not wrong, though. Abilities like the ones Damian had were pretty rare, and people often didn't have that kind of powers, but he did. His power was not natural, but from a System, so they would never understand him in the first place.
Damian utilized his mind powers when she refused to believe him, and instantly got her name and some other information. He was able to get the easy things without making her head hurt like hell.
"I see. Well, Elena, this is quite bad for both of us. I was hoping that we would talk like rational beings, but it seems you are just pretty and not smart."
Elena looked at him with shock, one that was quickly replaced with scarn, "Oh, you know my name, that's really impressive. Do you really think I will believe you just read my mind to get my name? You could just have asked someone around, because well, I am not new around here."
"Yeah. Maybe I asked around and learned that your hamster pet died when you were 6, and because of that, you wished to become a healer but lacked the talent, and had to choose other paths, like the lightning abilities you have nowadays. Or maybe I asked around about Tom, the boy you had a crush on when you were 14."
The more Damian talked, the more scared and shocked Elena was. Those were things no one knew, especially the thing about the hamster and her dream in becoming a healer. When she heard that, she was starting to believe in Damian.
"Can you truly read my mind?" Elena asked.
"I can do many things, my dear. Will you start talking now?"
Elena was lost in thoughts for a while, and after one minute or so, she said, "Are you Yerath?"
Damian had no idea what she was talking about.
"Yerath, the god of dreams. It is known that Yerath has the power to read minds and control things with his mind too. Some say he can even trap someone in an eternal dream," Elena said.
Yerath was indeed one of the gods the humans native to the dungeon believed in, and because of the similarities between his abilities to the abilities Damian had, Elena thought he was the god for a moment.
Damian smiled, "My identity is not something you have the power to know about. Now tell me, what was that reunion in the alley about?"
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