Chapter 315: Mo Lan’er Meow?

Mo Lan’er had no memories of her childhood, or rather, a Monster like her never had a so-called “childhood” period.

From the moment she gained memories, Mo Lan’er was already a relatively mature individual.

Her early memories after birth were fuzzy.

The farthest back she could recall was that shortly after she was “born,” people from the Divine Summon Order sent her to a completely sealed room.

It was a pitch-black, empty room with no extra facilities, no doors or windows—completely sealed.

Besides Mo Lan’er, there were more than twenty other Monsters about her age, also raised by the Divine Summon Order.

Later, she learned that this was what the Order called the Selection Ritual.

The believers of the Divine Summon Order were indeed mostly madmen; they believed Monsters were humans who had evolved to be superior.

That was why these Monsters were locked up together—to choose the most outstanding one… the Saintess.

Of course, the title “Saintess” was just a front for the lower-ranking believers.

Mo Lan’er understood clearly that the Divine Summon Order actually wanted to select the strongest and most brutal one, a Type Weapon that could clear all obstacles for them.

But that was later. At the time, still naive, Mo Lan’er didn’t think that far.

She only knew that although this sealed room was oppressive and boring, at least someone brought three meals every day, so her basic needs were met.

At first, from time to time, someone would fall ill and be carried out of the room.

Back then, the Order’s cultivation techniques were immature.

Magic Circuit mutations or rampages among the artificial Monsters were not uncommon.

For Mo Lan’er at that time, such incidents were undoubtedly frightening.

The same shadow hung over everyone. Initially, they could still get along, but that didn’t last long.

Soon everyone realized a problem—the amount of food the Divine Summon Order delivered was decreasing every day.

When the food rationed to each person could barely fill the stomach started to shrink, the atmosphere in the room turned sour.

Although the believers delivered food on a fixed schedule, once the heavy iron door closed and the room returned to darkness, they would not care what happened inside.

In a completely sealed space without restraints or rules, resources could not be distributed fairly, and the process often came with violence.

Even if food were plentiful, over time someone would always covet another’s portion—but that was exactly what the Divine Summon Order wanted.

The subsequent struggle for food came naturally. The Monsters in the room stopped interacting with each other.

The space was divided into several territories, and everyone stayed in their own little patch.

Those stronger Monsters didn’t stop even after they had enough to eat fear of the unknown future drove everyone to plunder more.

Unfortunately, Mo Lan’er was on the receiving end.

Although Mo Lan’er later became a powerful A Grade Monster, at that time she was still a child who couldn’t fully control her abilities.

Besides, the power of Lan Bell was luck—a support-oriented ability that had little use in such an environment.

Even now, that period remained a dark time for Mo Lan’er. She had gone days without eating.

Any food she just got her hands on was immediately snatched away.

Her body grew weaker and weaker, making it even harder to keep her own portion during the struggles.

This vicious cycle could only lead to one outcome… but Mo Lan’er didn’t want to die.

No one in that room wanted to die.

So, when the Divine Summon Order people came to distribute food next time, starving and desperate, Mo Lan’er somehow found the strength.

She didn’t wait for her food to be handed to her—instead, she lunged forward and grabbed part of the food directly from the tray.

Such behavior should not have been allowed, but even if she got beaten, it was worth it.

Mo Lan’er had no other thoughts; she just stuffed the food into her mouth like a swarm.

Her action immediately ignited the other hungry children. Everyone rushed forward.

The Divine Summon Order believer distributing food looked frail in front of these frantic Monsters.

But soon, the children nearest to him convulsed and fell to the ground—including Mo Lan’er, who had already grabbed the food.

The electric current from the collar around her neck instantly rendered them all immobile.

Mo Lan’er still clutched the food she hadn’t managed to swallow.

How could the Divine Summon Order believer not have anticipated this?

He glanced indifferently at Mo Lan’er, but didn’t take the food from her hand.

He just pressed the button again and continued distributing.

Having gone without food for days, Mo Lan’er was already weak.

She lay on the ground for a long time, unable to recover.

Then her situation became dangerous—she still gripped the uneaten food.

A weak lamb like her, holding food with no means to defend herself, was bound to attract attention.

As expected, before the believer even left the room, a girl from the corner approached Mo Lan’er.

Mo Lan’er forced her trembling body to stand.

In the power struggles of this room, after several beatings, she had gotten used to obediently handing over her food.

The other girl simply crooked a finger at Mo Lan’er and spat out two words.

“Give it to me.”

After being shocked, Mo Lan’er had no strength left to fight.

Even if she had the strength, she couldn’t win. But eating after so long gave her a rare surge of defiance.

“No!”

Without a word, Mo Lan’er was met with a rain of punches and kicks.

Several other Monsters also eyed the food in her hands, slowly closing in.

Mo Lan’er still hadn’t recovered from the electric shock. She had no strength to resist.

Instinctively, she curled up her frail body, clutching the half-eaten food tightly to her chest.

The other children swarmed in, joining the fight. Intense pain came from all directions.

Mo Lan’er just clenched her teeth, eyes shut, not moving an inch, refusing to let go no matter what.

With a bang, the heavy iron door closed, taking away the only glimmer of light in the room.

Everything sank into darkness. The Divine Summon Order believer left without even a glance toward Mo Lan’er.

Just as he hadn’t stopped her from grabbing food from him, he also didn’t stop the children from ganging up on the dying Mo Lan’er.

…Was she going to die here?

This thought had crossed her mind before, but this time it was exceptionally strong.

However, just then, a stern shout temporarily halted the rain of blows, giving Mo Lan’er a precious moment to breathe.

“Hey, all of you, isn’t that enough?”

A somewhat cold voice. Mo Lan’er slightly opened her battered eyes.

In her blurry vision, a girl with black hair and red eyes was walking toward her.

…Yes. That was the first time Mo Lan’er saw Ye Xinglan.