**Chapter 181: Abnormal Sharna**
The Entrance to the fourth floor was a narrow, straight flight of Stairs. The surroundings were pitch black, without a single lamp. Even with the Druid's night Vision, I had to light a Torch. The dim yellow Torchlight instantly blurred the nearby scenery.
This was a manually carved flight of Stairs. What I stepped on was the hard underground Rock Layer, and the Wall still retained the texture of the rock layer. The entire stairwell was a single piece, without any stone paving or stone Wall decoration, looking ancient and eerie.
In this quiet flight of Stairs, aside from the faint sticky sound made by my Footsteps and Light Snow 's when lifting off the damp floor, there was only the "drip-drop" sound of accumulated water dripping from somewhere unknown, sounding particularly harsh in the silent Air.
Wrong.
It was then that I discovered that Sister Sharna, less than two meters In Front of me, actually didn't make a single sound. Even if I deliberately heightened my six senses to listen carefully, I couldn't detect the Footsteps or breathing sound right In Front of me at all. If not for the faint Shadow in the Torchlight, I would have even thought that Sharna standing In Front of me was just a Ghost.
The further down we went, the wider the Stairs became. Originally, the Entrance could only fit two people side-by-side, but now, even two large trucks could pass side-by-side without obstruction. The entire stairwell opened up before us like the character 'eight'.
The Passage on the fourth floor was longer than the other three floors. We walked down for about ten minutes, and I estimated we had descended at least a hundred meters underground. If the entire tomb were to collapse now, I estimated that even God wouldn't be able to Save us. Realizing this suddenly, I walked a considerable Distance with fear and trepidation. Every step down the Stairs was more cautious than usual, as if the entire Ceiling would collapse with just a little more force.
Fortunately, the Diablo World doesn't seem to have the civilized product of shoddy construction. After subsequently thinking that this tomb had been battered by the loud battles between Adventurers and Monsters for thousands of years yet remained sturdy, my Guts slowly grew bigger. And at this moment, the Exit of the stairwell also appeared In Front of my Eyes.
Standing In Front of us was an arched, ancient Iron Gate. Through the blurry Torchlight, one could see that on these two rusty Doors were carved many traces resembling Angels. It's just that the age was old, and these carved Statues, whether on the nose or face, were blurry as if scarred. But it didn't affect us from feeling that desolate and distant Aura.
Sister Sharna stopped In Front of me. Her sea-blue Eyes reflected the fiery Torchlight, as if they were truly burning, so sharp that it was impossible to look directly at them.
She quietly walked to the Door with silent Footsteps, closed her Eyes and listened carefully for a moment, then turned her Head and nodded at me.
"Yaa—ah—"
The rusty Door made a difficult shaking sound, slowly opening under the full push of her hands. Dim Torchlight shot out from the gradually opening Door Crevice, followed by a wave of chilling coldness that made people tremble, spreading out in the already damp and cold Passage.
After opening up enough Space for Light Snow 's Body to enter and exit, she stopped and looked back at me again. She was the first to slip through that Crevice, which resembled a Demon's gaping maw. Closely following her, I and my Pets also walked in.
A cold, oppressive feeling instantly spread through all three hundred and sixty pores of my entire Body, and goosebumps popped up all over. This wasn't the Influence of temperature; with an Adventurer's Vitality, even running naked in sub-zero temperatures wouldn't matter. Of course, no one would actually try it...
The Air felt suppressed by something. That wave after wave of cold Aura rushing towards us made people feel cold from the bottom of their hearts. Even the Little Ghost hiding in the Necklace was constantly groaning, wailing things like "So scary. So cold..." I could almost picture this timid and pitiful Little Ghost in my Brain, trembling and curled up in a ball, holding its Head with both hands, looking extremely troubled, shaking its little Head while complaining.
Enduring this coldness, what was displayed In Front of me was a rectangular Great Hall. Changing from the previous dim Magic Lamp Light Radius, stuck on the Great Hall Walls were rows of Torches. It is said that these Torches were all enchanted with Eternal Magic and have not been extinguished since the tomb was built. As long as you take out even one Torch from here and sell it, you could immediately become a millionaire. Of course, you must have the courage to face the potential Bosses and Penalty from the entire Sanctuary...
These Torches emitted a faint, cold Torchlight, illuminating the entire Great Hall brightly. There were no Monsters around the Great Hall, only a row of four Stone Tombs lay quietly. If you thought there would be Burial Goods inside the Stone Tombs and opened them with joy, then you would probably first be welcomed by a pair of withered Large Hands. These Stone Tombs had long been occupied by Monsters, especially Ghouls. They had almost made the Stone Tombs their Dwelling, and any Adventurer who opened the coffin lid would face their furious counterattack.
Sister Sharna had already taken out her Weapon. It was a Javelin shimmering with golden Light. It seems she had gained a lot in the past few months. Speaking of which, I still don't have a single golden Weapon!
At this moment, Sharna was emitting a cold Presence, not much weaker than the Presence emanating from the depths of the Great Hall. Her delicate and beautiful Features were tightly strained, her sea-blue Eyes were focused like a Wild Beast's, revealing a strong bloodthirsty killing intent, as if covered in a layer of ice. Her tightly raised eyebrows were high, making the slight smile at the Corner of her mouth look even more chilling and terrifying.
She flexibly twirled the Javelin in her hand, then accurately thrust the spearhead into the Crevice of the coffin lid. With a light flick, the entire coffin lid flipped high up.
"Crack—"
The moment the coffin lid lifted, a pair of withered Claws suddenly reached out from inside, reaching straight towards her left shoulder. But what greeted the Claws was a chilling spearhead. The owner of the Claws—a yellowish Ghoul—couldn't retract them in time and could only helplessly watch its chest collide with the spear tip.
With a dull "whoosh—", the Ghoul's Speed actually caused the spear tip to successfully pierce its chest. Then, with a slight flick of the spear shaft, the entire Ghoul was tossed high into Mid-air. The next moment, the chilling spearhead had transformed into an endless Heavy Rain, stabbing towards the Target. The Ghoul's Body was like being swept by a Machine Gun, twisting into all sorts of strange Movements in Mid-air. When it landed with a "bang", it had already become a tattered Corpse full of holes.
As if she had just completed a very easy task, she didn't even glance at it and walked directly towards the next Stone Coffin...
"..."
Although I had witnessed her fighting with Kashya, that Old Hag, many times, the scene just now still made me sigh with emotion. Purely in terms of Technique and Proficiency with her Exclusive Weapon, Sister Sharna had almost reached the level of the Adventurers in Harrogath. For her, what she lacked in the current First World was only Level and unlearned Skills.
Many Adventurers, when it comes to Sister Sharna, will use "genius among geniuses" to explain everything. But I understand how much Blood and effort Older Sister had put in behind what they cannot see.
When those ordinary Adventurers were still playing in the mud with snotty noses at the Entrance of the Village, Sister Sharna didn't even have the chance to pick up Leftovers. Having been driven out of the Tribe, she began in the Forest full of Wild Beasts and Traps, struggling just to eat a mouthful of bloody raw meat, or a rotten, shriveled Fruit. When other Adventurers were just learning how to properly hold a Wooden Sword in their hands, Sister Sharna had already begun to master the Technique of snatching Food from the mouths of Fierce Beasts. When other Adventurers trembled with shaking hands as they first slit a hen's Throat and were scared stiff by the spraying Blood and the constantly struggling Corpse, the Monsters that had died by Sister Sharna's hands were already in the hundreds and thousands...
Full of Talent, resolute and decisive. Cold and aloof personality, keeps her word, bloodthirsty and fond of killing, untamable beast nature... Even using more language cannot fully describe her contradictory personality. This is Sharna, a Fierce Beast rescued from the world of Fierce Beasts. Even ten years of life in the Rogue Encampment cannot erase the wildness that has already integrated into her Soul.
Snapping back from the Memory of talking with Kashya, Sharna had already silently Annihilated all the Ghouls in the four Stone Coffins. At this moment, she was bending down to collect the few Silver Coins and a small bottle of light Life Potion that dropped on the ground into her embrace.
"Let's continue forward."
She suddenly turned her Head, her viper-like cold Eyes made my whole Body stiffen, and my entire Body unconsciously took a step back. This woman In Front of my Eyes, emitting a strange Aura, was she still the Sister Sharna who would talk to me with a Tone that was sometimes strict and sometimes gentle?
"You—"
Seeing my Appearance, she was slightly taken aback and blinked her Eyes. The suffocating Gaze seemed to melt like ice and snow, finally softening. Followed by a deep sense of loneliness that swept past.
That's right, this is my true Appearance. Can even you not Accept such a me?
Her heart felt like it was being twisted. Even so, Sharna still silently gritted her Teeth, looking at the other person without saying a word.
"Older Sister. Let's go, Andariel is right In Front of us."
In those stunned, disbelieving Eyes, I forcefully dragged her left hand. Perhaps, if it weren't for Kashya's words, I would be filled with Fear and hesitation. But now, my only thought is—to Protect her.
Having been dragged for several meters, Sharna finally reacted. The gloom in her Eyes was swept away, and the joy that bloomed all over her Body was like a cold and stunning battle goddess suddenly showing a shy Appearance, making it impossible to look away. Unfortunately, I, walking In Front, was unable to enjoy this fleeting, peerless Beautiful Scenery...
Opposite the Great Hall was a straight Passage. At the End, there was nothing but a huge wooden Door. Endless coldness was constantly emanating from there.
One of the Four Great Demon Kings, known as the Great Demon King of Domination, Torment, and Pain, Andariel, is now separated from us by just a wooden Door. Every time I thought of this, my heart pounded "thump-thump", and the hot blood throughout my Body couldn't help but boil. But I forcefully suppressed my restless heart, because today's Protagonist wasn't me.
"Andariel's Resurrection will take over a month, are you really..."
In Front of the wooden Door, Sister Sharna turned her Head again and looked at me with a complicated Gaze. This was already her third time confirming.
"What exactly is wrong with you, Sister Sharna..."
I grabbed her shoulder, and the confusion in my heart finally erupted.
"Didn't you swear to defeat Andariel before? I don't know what your Goal is, but you already have this Strength/Power now. What are you still hesitating about? Are vows really not important to you? Can you really just give up on the Goal you want to achieve?"
Something is wrong. From the moment I first saw Sister Sharna just now, I felt something was wrong. This was completely different from her usual cold and resolute self. The vulnerability revealed on her face at this moment made her look like a porcelain bottle that would shatter into pieces with just a gentle push.
I don't know what she is wavering about, nor do I know what reason could make her waver. But I do know that her fighting Andariel in this state is simply seeking death.
"..."
"No, no, how could I just give up like this? I want to make them regret it, I want to tell them, I, Sharna..."
Sharna, stunned by my words, lowered her Head, unconsciously mumbling to herself. A chilling Presence was violently churning in her silent heart, with the possibility of erupting at any moment.
I suddenly reached out my hand, pulled forcefully on that cold, angry face, and gently pinched it...
The Feel is really good. Compared to Alice, each has its own merits, but if we talk about satisfaction, this one is stronger. After all, I can pull Alice whenever I want, there's no challenge at all...
Caught off guard, Sister Sharna suddenly raised her Head and stared at me with wide Eyes. This was probably the first time in her Life she had been bullied like this, and the target was her Younger Brother, whom she couldn't bring herself to beat up. So she stood there stunned, her mouth slightly agape, unable to say a single word.
"Where did the imposing and arrogant Witch Sharna from before go? That's my Older Sister! I won't acknowledge you in this Appearance."
Without waiting for her to recover, I seriously patted her shoulder.
*Sweatdrop* If I wait for her Brain to catch up, then I'm finished...
"You're right. I didn't expect to be blinded by the weakness of the Past/History. My Appearance just now was truly shameful."
Her attention seemed to be successfully diverted. Sharna slowly raised her Head, and a smile suddenly bloomed on her originally confused and Painful face. The Confidence and arrogance that suddenly erupted from her Eyes was so heavy it was almost suffocating. At this moment, the one standing In Front of me was the Queen of the Rogue Encampment, that arrogant Witch Sharna.
Looked at me seriously, she suddenly turned her Body and walked towards the Door. In that unstoppable Presence, I finally vaguely realized that the biggest Gap/Difference between myself and her was not Technique, nor Experience, but that will, Confidence, and pride that permeated to the bone.
What I lacked was precisely this—the Battle Soul—that came from the depths of the Soul.
"Creak—"
The wooden Door was slowly pushed open. A Gaze, evil and cold like a knife stab, filled with evil and coldness, pierced straight through from the other side of the Crevice, creating a phantom Scene like the Bloody Hell in my Brain. Is this the Might of a Demon Lord Level?
"That just now, I'll settle the score with you properly when we get back."
The feigned cold, sharp cry was like warm Sunlight, waking me up from the evil Intimidate.