Chapter 721: Discussion With An Annunaki

Chapter 721: Discussion With An Annunaki

Chapter 721: Discussion With An Annunaki

“Can’t find anyone alluring enough?” The voice suddenly rang out beside Zeras’ ears as he turned his head and found the familiar figure sitting beside him with her extra-large eyes that blinked with curiosity.

His eyes unknowingly moved to the slit on her forehead before he took his gaze away and back at the wall of treasure.

“Not what I need...” Zeras replied to her curtly, and she giggled mockingly at him.

“That’s a weird lie. No matter what you need, one can never have enough, right? This could be needed by your clan, you know? Even if it’s useless for you, it will still be worth it...” she reasoned as Zeras shrugged.

He didn’t even know who his clan were and studying any manual would just waste his time. Something he didn’t have much of.

“What about you, why aren’t you fighting for it?” Zeras asked her in return. While he truly might not want to have anything to do with any otherworlder, the small girl seemed like a different breed, in that she wasn’t straight-up annoying to Zeras, and she had been giving him quite the important side-info without asking for a price.

So why not talk more?

“Because I’m weak, and greedy...” she said, resulting in an eyebrow raise from Zeras.

“Weak? Maybe. But greedy, I don’t think so...” he responded, resulting in another childish giggle.

“You don’t seem to know what type of race I am...” she suddenly said as Zeras shrugged.

“A cute-looking girl with three eyes?”

“That’s funny. I am an Anunnaki,” she corrected as Zeras nodded, even though he had no idea what it meant.

“We Anunnaki, unlike the rest of the race, excel at intelligence instead of power. But that doesn’t mean we’re weak. It just means we pick our fights with brains...”

“I don’t think that’s a thing...” Zeras responded, unbelieving.

“Yes, it is. Like say I have three of you attacking me. I can sure kill one of you, but then I will be a sitting duck to the remaining two.”

“Oh? A one-time attack power?” Zeras asked, drawing the conclusion from her wordings.

‘My ears are working though. I can feel the whistling breeze, the sound of wings beating, insects chirping around him, a snake slithering through the grass.

I’m in a forest, that’s for sure...’ Zeras mused to himself, and the more time passed, the more attuned he grew with his surroundings, using his ears to pick up everything until eventually, he could finally process the entire world a few meters away from him.

It was like a mini-domain he formed from simply listening to the sound, and slowly he began walking forward.

There was no direction to follow, so Zeras simply picked one and started walking.

The creatures around the forest were small and weak, making Zeras able to ignore the majority of them.

But as he kept walking and walking, the feeling grew stronger. The feeling of being watched!

But he made no obvious move and simply continued on his path. The deeper he walked, the more he felt the tree branches rustling fading away, and that was a sign he was most likely already leaving the forest area.

Just to confirm his thought, in less than 20 minutes more of walking, he felt hard ground beneath his legs, contrary to the forest ground he was used to, and that showed to him he was on land.

CRAAAACCKLEE

CRAAACKKLLLE

The sound of flames crackling resounded, and Zeras’ ears perked up as he began walking forward towards the direction.

The more he walked forward, the more the sound of faint footsteps seemed clear to him, and that was also followed by the sound of music ringing clearly as day.

Soon he arrived before the crackling flames, and the music became louder, and from listening to the tapping on the feet, he moved to the side and gently took a seat.

In Zeras’ mental consciousness, he was currently among a group of people sitting upon a tree bark arranged in a circular format around a fire.

Before him was a person who was playing the music, and around him were people tapping their legs on the ground in response to the tempo.

He made no noise or sound and simply quietly listened like the others.