Chapter 230: Simple Brains Follow Simple Thinking

To this, Letia sighed and said, “Yes… He will continue to go deep into the Dungeon, but as for what exactly to do… I’m not sure for now.”

Since the Script did not say explicitly, and Otto’s previous answers to her had been ambiguous, Letia did not voice the guesses in her heart.

She simply reminded Red, “But he seems to have an ambiguous relationship with the former Holy Maiden of the White Church. That Holy Maiden was also one of the team members who died on the 41st Floor.”

Despite this information, Red quickly organized the existing clues and information in his mind.

His goal was likely to gather information and try to analyze Otto’s motives.

Seeing that he looked like he intended to think for an entire night, Letia could not help but step forward and elbow him in the stomach.

“Alright, alright, it’s so late. Can’t whatever it is wait until morning?”

The young girl was as heartless as ever.

“I’m going to sleep first. See you tomorrow.”

After saying that, Letia headed up to the second floor, regardless of what Red thought.

Red stood there and pondered for a while before rubbing his aching Sun Acupoints.

From the way Otto had acted when he killed Litt, he seemed like a madman who would do anything for power.

However, after analyzing the information Letia had just given him, Red felt that Otto’s goal shouldn’t be that shallow.

‘Is Otto trying to resurrect the Holy Maiden Letia mentioned?’

But here was the problem: resurrection was fundamentally impossible.

Even if necromancy truly existed, a person brought back that way would be more like a mindless puppet than a human being.

‘Could it be…’

Red’s brow furrowed slightly.

‘Perhaps resurrection is something only a God can achieve?’

‘Wait?’

‘Could it be that Otto aspires to become a God?’

‘And then resurrect — ‘

‘ — that Holy Maiden of the White Church?’

Theoretically, the Demon Godification Plan could indeed create a God.

However, in Red’s post-event analysis, he realized that the overflowing dark-red magic was essentially a mutation of human magic infected by demonic aura.

It was impossible for it to turn a person into a Demon God.

At most, they would become a Demon.

The evidence for this was that when Otto absorbed the magic overflowing from the Demon Altar, although it wasn’t obvious, a trace of regret had certainly appeared on his face.

It was clear that even though the dark-red magic had increased Otto’s power, it was not what he truly wanted.

‘Resurrection…’

For some reason, Red’s heart wavered slightly at this moment.

There was a known method that had never been verified by anyone: reaching the 50th Floor of the Dungeon.

Another way was to become a legendary figure like Gandalf and utilize the Ascension Mechanism to become a God.

Red felt his heart beating faster and faster, and his breath hitched for a moment.

‘Becoming a God…’

‘Is this method really feasible?’

‘Perhaps… I could resurrect a certain person…’

‘…It should be feasible, right…’

Just as Red’s thoughts were drifting further and further away, an ill-timed voice interrupted his train of thought.

“Aren’t you going to sleep yet?”

Letia poked her small head out of the bedroom and looked at Red, who was still standing motionless in front of the bathroom.

She couldn’t help but complain, “Besides, why aren’t you going to lie on the bed if you’re just going to daze off? Oh wait, the bed is with me.”

After muttering to herself for a while, Letia continued, “Anyway, go to sleep quickly. The way you’re standing there so still, combined with that expression you had just now, is really scary. It’s like you’ve been possessed by something unclean.”

The corner of Red’s mouth twitched after hearing Letia’s grumbling.

However, she didn’t give him a chance to respond; she simply closed the bedroom door and retreated inside.

Even so, Red snapped back to his senses.

He shook his head, trying to calm his agitated heart as much as possible.

He then walked toward the living room and lay down on another sofa.

Closing his eyes…

For some reason, he felt that his consciousness was terrifyingly clear at this moment.

Various messy emotions, and thoughts were mixed together in his heart, making it impossible for him to feel any bit of sleepiness.

But no matter how he tossed and turned, he couldn’t fall asleep.

***

Time reached the morning of the next day.

When the morning glow fell upon Letia’s face, her eyelids moved, and she slowly opened her somewhat bleary eyes.

The girl looked around in a daze, only coming to her senses after seeing the light-blue duvet.

“Oh… I actually slept in Red’s room last night.”

Her tone was very calm, as if this were an ordinary occurrence to her, not something worth being shy about.

Or rather… she had rarely ever shown a bashful expression.

Truly.

After briefly tidying her hair, Letia pushed open the door and went down to the living room on the first floor.

Looking at the clock, it was already 8:00 AM.

Usually, Red would have already been up and preparing breakfast.

However, there was no sound at all from the kitchen, which Letia found quite strange.

Consequently, she instinctively turned her gaze toward the sofa in the living room.

Red was still lying there quietly.

However, the sheet covering him had already fallen to the floor, and his face looked extremely pale.

Furthermore, his usually somewhat handsome face was currently twisted in a knot, as if he were experiencing extreme pain and despair.

Sweat had already soaked all his clothes, leaving large patches of deep gray on the sofa where the water had seeped in.

It was obvious to any observer that he was having a nightmare.

Seeing this, Letia walked softly to Red’s side.

She tightly grasped Red’s right hand with both of hers and spoke to him in the gentlest voice possible.

“Don’t be afraid…”

Though she couldn’t achieve the same gentleness and Saintly purity as Litt, she still tried her best to soothe Red’s emotions.

As she held his hand, Red also tightly gripped hers.

The painful expression on his face seemed to ease slightly, but it was replaced by a look that seemed more like reluctance to let go.

“Yes, I’m here.”

After a long while, Red’s expression looked much better, and his breathing became much smoother.

Letia sighed in relief when she saw Red like this.

However, looking at his soaked clothes, she decided after a moment of thought to take them off first and then cover him with the duvet.

Although Red had a good constitution, there was still a possibility he might catch a cold.

“Operating with one hand is a bit difficult…”

Letia muttered as she unbuttoned the buttons on Red’s shirt one by one, eventually holding the garment in her hand.

However, just as she was about to throw the clothes aside and cover Red with the duvet, she suddenly felt a stunned and shocked gaze land on her.

Perhaps because Letia’s movements while undressing him were a bit too much, Red… had woken up.

Letia looked at the clothes in her hand and then at Red’s face, which was full of disbelief.

She silently shifted her gaze to Red’s equally soaked pants.

Simple brains follow simple thinking.

Her simple little hands made a simple swipe downward.

Red’s pants were simply stripped off by Letia.

At that moment, the expression on Red’s face gradually shifted from shock to horror.

“Help!!”