Chapter 502: Memory Deprivation
Chapter 502: Memory Deprivation
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Discerning the blunt shamelessness in Sheyan’s method, those gypsy diviners dared not make a single movement.
If they failed once more, adding to the current 40,000 guineas would definitely not be a trifling amount. More importantly, who was to say this devilish male who had grasped their intentions, wouldn't squish another seed? Who could bear such a responsibility for that?
Instead at this moment, the tri-coloured headscarf woman strolled out with a gaze brimming with wariness.
"Who are you?"
Sheyan laughed and answered.
"You must be the Gypsies’ Jiejie? I am simply a merchant. Oh? I guessed you’ve made your move eh?"
As it turns out, after Sheyan uttered the word ‘merchant’, he suddenly felt his entire world melting away. Everything dazzled into vagueness, with the only clarity being Jiejie’s abstruse pair of pupils. In addition to that blood red dot above those pupils, it seemed like her crystal ball had morphed into a world!
Those three clarities then linked into a straight line with three dots. In a flash, they shuttled back and forth, while beaming out rays of light.
In this moment, Jiejie’s red dot was seemingly like the ruler of Sheyan’s world! As for all other things, they all dissolved away without an exception.
Unbeknownst in this instant, pulses of feverish throbbing jolted through his heart, and a rich rusty and fish blood taste floated up his tongue. Such a sensation was utterly foreign to him, yet Sheyan did not attempt to reject it.
In a flash, flashes of memories started unfolding within his mind. They resembled a book which was rapidly flipping in an unceasing repertoire of currents, as though his entire life memories were swiftly unravelled, peeled and finally forgotten!
Such was the utmost formidable spirit offensive ability of the gypsies – ‘Diviner’s Obscure Sanskrits’, Memory deprivation!
This entire process of memory deprivation would be completely irreversible. Once the deprivation reaches Sheyan’s beginning chapter; the memory fragment of him being born as an infant, his mind would then become a blank space, utterly devoid of all personal memories.
Actually, these seeds in Sheyan’s possession had been what the gypsies were searching for two whole years already.
In view that Sheyan had committed the sin of squishing a seed, Jiejie unleashed her ‘Memory Deprivation’ without hesitation; intending to utterly wreck Sheyan, turning him deranged and finally disposing him! All to prevent him from repeating his act of destroying any more seeds!
"Age thirteen, I began my first voyage....."
"Age eleven, Sanzi actually tried to snatch that lollipop from me."
"Age eight. Right, I had a fever then, Uncle Dasi carried me all the way to the hospital."
"Age six, ouch, that prawn pricked my hand...…"
"Age three, oh, what was I doing when I was three?"
"......"
During the process of memory deprivation, Sheyan’s memories were rapidly scoured and broadcasted. Not a single memory fragment was omitted. Once the process reaches the day of his birth, his memories would be erased and the magic would take effect.
It was like Sheyan was presently reviewing his entire life, once again experiencing the sorrows, joys and laughters. Under such a state, Sheyan felt a parched sensation in his mouth, as he subconsciously licked his lips.
Back in Jiejie’s perspective, after having casted this ability, she was completely unable of browsing through her enemy’s memories. Nevertheless, she could feel the eyes of this fierce male turning exhausted. Yet, they were still leaking out an unwavering confidence.
Perhaps they weren’t eyes at all, but instead resembled a fervent blaze; as though touching it would cause her to be set on fire.
"What’s going on?" Jiejie suddenly felt an astronomical resistance against her spirit.
Her eyes widened as she stared into her crystal ball. She could see the violet rays swiftly churning within, as though a thousand fish like rays were pursuing one another.
"This....this memory deprivation has reached its final stage. Judging by the age of this male, it should’ve reached the memories of his infancy, or his third year by now. But, but even if my magic has failed, it wouldn’t incite such intense ripples in the crystal ball."
"What is this....the eyes of…...The Fool*????" Several terms suddenly swept through Jiejie’s sea of thoughts.
(TN:*The Fool is one of the characters of the Tarot cards)
Suddenly! The rays emitting out of the crystal ball flared blindingly, before the ball exploded into millions of crystal dust!
Within Sheyan’s perplexed eyes, it was as though a volcano had erupted with magma of brutality and zealotry. A shockwave bubbled out in a flash, as those veiled women were forcefully and abruptly blown away!
At this moment, the contestants finally realized that though the skin of these nomadic gypsy diviners appeared smooth and tender, their faces had aged considerably. Their wrinkles were as deep as chopped marks, where they appeared like old hags on the verge of their demise!
Back in the spirit world he was trapped in, within a split second, Sheyan suddenly released a fanatical howl to the sky; regurgitating a terrifying multi-colored tide, which seemingly converged into a lofty and defying tremendous mountain range. It crushed against the skies unbridled, as it ruthlessly repressed against the spirit world of this gypsy diviner!!
After Sheyan unleashed his fanatical howl, the gypsy diviners including their leader, Jiejie, all staggered backwards simultaneously with pale faces; as though pulses of deadly ripples were compelling against them.
After a long while, Sheyan finally halted his drawn out howl, as he stood lifelessly where he was. Then, he surveyed the surroundings, before asking suspiciously into the party channel.
"What the hell just happened?"
Filled with admiration in his face, Reef seemingly spat out a mouthful of blood before wiping his perspiration and quietly replied.
"Boss, you suddenly screamed, and caused the crystal balls of those women to shatter. Moreover, it seems that you had dealt a severe blow to them."
Sheyan was stunned.
"Such a thing happened? But I..."
When Sheyan spoke till here, his voice came to a spontaneous end. He had suddenly recalled his earlier experience – the scene of his lifetime memories flipping through like reading a book, jolting through his mind like a current. That should’ve been a formidable ability casted by the gypsy diviner.
However, his final memories had been stalled abruptly when he was six, followed by plains of blank spaces, revealing not the slightest bit of clue!
Yet knowing the perilous situation they were currently in, Sheyan didn’t tarry over such thoughts. Instead, he spun towards the group of frightened and indecisive gypsy diviners, before he coldly snapped.
"Very well, since the excellent Jiejie has made her move, I guess the valuation of this seed has swelled to 80,000 guineas? Or perhaps, our dear gypsies desires for it to continue swelling to 160,000 guineas?"
Jiejie answered abruptly.
"There is no need for that, you already meet the qualifications for a fair dealing with us. As it turns out, there is someone who doesn’t possess a fate in this world. Please enter."
The pack of obsolete woman then covered themselves with their veils once again.
Looking from the exterior, regardless of their skin, figure or voice, they were definitely not older than 40 years old! It was unknown how they managed to preserve such a state. Yet even if one used their buttocks to brood over this, one could presumably link it to those depressed low status males outside.
Observing a female raising the curtains of the huge tent, Sheyan and Reef then exchanged glances before marching into the tent.
Upon entering, even if Sheyan was experienced and knowledgeable, he couldn’t help breathing in a chilling air.
On the exterior, this spacious and luxuriously adorned tent, appeared to at most occupy an area of 200-300 square meters. Yet after the duo entered, they discovered the true area of this tent was simply appalling. It scaled to thousands of square metres.
Meanwhile, Jiejie, who had just entered a while back, was shockingly seated on a throne several dozens of meters away.
Sheyan and Reef both took deep breaths. After scanning around and advancing a few steps forward, they affirmed that there weren’t any abnormalities.
After approaching within 10 meters of Jiejie, four beams suddenly shout out from the curtains behind her throne. As the beams shone into their eyes, it reflexively caused them to recall the blazing fiery afterglow of the setting sun.
As the curtains unfurled to both sides, both Sheyan and Reef instantly beheld two massive sculptures; erected on the left and right behind Jiejie’s throne.
The two sculptures soared to a height of 5-6 meters. The left one had a head that resembled a gigantic elephant, with a body like a valiant warrior. With chunks of bulging muscles, it singlehandedly pressed onto the shaft of a hatchet at is waist. To one’s surprise, this perfectly imitated sculpture even had blood smeared onto the hatchet; appearing as if the blood would drip at any second. A sweet looking maiden was coiled around the massive elephant’s nose, and that maiden was similarly wearing a tri-colored veil, with a red dot between her brows; exactly like Jiejie.
Gypsies originated from a tribe in Punjab, India. As for the elephant, it held a significant identity in India’s history and culture – a deity they pledged allegiance to. So much so that the Kachwaha Dynasty of Jaipur even erected the elephant as the nation’s authority significance and ceremonial symbol. It appeared that these gypsies didn’t forsake their native culture, and even brought it to greater heights of glory.
The left sculpture was an ox, which appeared exceedingly ferocious and powerful. It was clad in spike armour, and its entire body was shaded in pure white. Holding a posture of burying its head and ready to charge with its horns, many vengeful spirits had been carved out beneath its four hooves; fuelling its twisted malevolence. In their despair, those spirits climbed the hooves of the bison, as though pleading for mercy or wailing bitterly.
In Hinduism, the status of an ox was more or less what a dragon was to China. Citing a simple example, the Hinduism’s god of destruction, Shiva, had a mount that was a herculean white ox!