Mysteries Of The Abandoned Wikipedia の小説・ストーリー

Lazarus de Loughrey As King, there are certain measures one must take to protect their privacy. I needed a separate location for business, one that The Syndicate wasn’t aware of. On the outskirts, near the border of my Kingdom was an abandoned factory for over twenty years. They monitored my actions, they wouldn’t have found it odd if I bought an abandoned factory, they would be suspicious of why I hadn’t used it. Therefore, I converted it into a private research facility that focused on crystals and its effects on different types of supernatural species.

He's just there. And I sit. In an armchair opposite. Without a word. Our gazes meet. I see no judgment there. No curiosity either. Just that mute recognition between two battered souls. I wrap myself in the blanket. My legs on the armchair. My heart in pieces. My thoughts in fog. And I tell myself: Tomorrow, I sign. I turn the page. I don't know what will be on the next one. Perhaps nothing. Perhaps the void. Perhaps loneliness again. Perhaps absence.

With my nudges and the stories spread among the neighbors, everyone knew Sophie had given birth and run away, never returning for the holidays or anything. Everyone assumed she’d disappeared off the face of the earth, but only I knew that my parents kept in touch with her secretly. Hearing my comment now, Mom’s face twisted with displeasure. Her sharp voice cut across the entire hall. "What nonsense are you talking about? Sophie is perfectly fine!" Instantly, everyone nearby turned to look. Mom’s embarrassment was obvious. I smiled lightly. "So you’re still in touch with her. Why doesn’t she come see her son, Caleb? Sigh. She abandoned her own child. She must not be doing well. Forget it. I

Someone up front slows the convoy, hand lifting. “There,” a voice murmurs over the quiet channel. I see it a second later. Chain-link fencing, half-swallowed by ivy. A rusted sign hanging crooked, letters sun-bleached and flaking. Beyond it—low concrete buildings, a watchtower with a collapsed ladder, fields gone wild with green. A compound. Abandoned. Forgotten. Intact. Someone breathes out a laugh, shaky and disbelieving. “My uncle used to talk about places like this. Doomsday people. Stockpiled everything. Then one day—poof. Just gone.”

She had a small, sturdy physique from years of yoga. “Honey, who are you talking to?” she asked in concern. “Nobody mum. I was just practising what I would say when I get to the house tonight” Her mother's brow creased “What house?” “The abandoned one” “What? Why are you going to the abandoned house? The exact one rumoured to be cursed and haunted?” “Because I have to investigate. We've been getting reports of people's dead bodies being found in front of that house and I know something fishy is going on there”

The collapsed antiquity sect ruins was finally almost completely excavated from the ground, but it was a pity that they spent great efforts but got nothing. What made the superiors even more crazy was that under the collapsed ruins, countless palaces and wonders that had not been discovered before were found, including two dried-up mineral deposits of Mysterious Earth Veins. Judging from the time, when the two veins dried up, it was not long after the variation of the antiquity sect ruins. ...

"What could we expect when we find this place? Would there be any traps that we would have to watch out for?" "From what I've heard." Nia responds. "Some of them have traps. It would seem that whoever abandoned these ruins didn't leave In a hurry." "Or they did and had set up the traps beforehand to protect what they were hiding." Lucia responds. "To answer your question." Nia continues. "We can expect both magic and nonmagic traps. The most anyone has found in ruins are magical artifacts. However, I doubt that they would put that much work into traps just to hid those artifacts. Whatever else could have been hiding there are gone from all other ruins."

--- Before the Council. --- Before everything. --- It wasn’t built. --- It was found. --- Discovered. --- Ancient. --- Powerful. --- Uncontrolled. --- People. --- Early researchers. --- Desperate. Obsessed. --- Trying to understand it. --- To control it. --- To use it. --- And failing. --- Over and over again. --- Until— --- They changed the approach. --- They didn’t control it. --- They built around it. --- A system. --- A cage.

I wanted to believe that's what she had to say. “No. It's something better. Our company is a branch company of a major conglomerate and our headquarters is hosting a masquerade ball.” Dorothy said. I didn't understand how a masquerade ball would be the solution to my problems. Would it? “And….” I said. “I know you're wondering how this is your solution, but do you know that there would be billionaires from all over the city at that ball?” Dorothy asked, almost in a whisper.

MICHAELA'S POV Although I had already suspected the Wilds had once been something more than trees and vegetation after finding the buried staircase, the confirmation that it had once been a city raised a few questions. How long ago had the city existed? Did the scholars and researchers know about this? Why was the city abandoned? Something told me the last question had a lot to do with the famed monsters and beasts that supposedly resided in these parts, which I was still fortunate enough not to have encountered.