The woman was frozen in a large block of ice, with a gentle and peaceful expression. This created a severe sense of dissonance as one witnessed this terrifying scene and the woman.

"Mom? But... how is this possible?" Turing quickly approached, wanting to carefully observe, but was stopped by chains wrapped around the ice block, resembling tied rice dumplings.

"Is it a dropback? or a disguise?" Turing took a deep breath, but couldn't smell the fragrance of wormwood.

"No, she seems to look... a bit younger than Mom?" Turing dared to say that in Acadia, no one knew Mom's face better than themselves, not even the slightest difference would be missed by Turing.

[Is she the one the demon was talking about? Or...]

Turing struggled to look up and found that the giant angel in front of them had become so huge that its true appearance could not be seen.

[Is it this giant?]

"No matter what..."

Turing didn't even know what they were thinking. Despite the bizarre situation, the first thing they thought of was not to confirm the danger, but to carefully look at this woman again.

"Should we release the chains first?"

[This woman, just like that angel, is covered in chains, connected to the surrounding stone walls.]

[Does this mean that this woman is as dangerous as that angel?]

Turing surveyed the pitch-black darkness, feeling nervous and swallowed a gulp of saliva.

Besides the quiet glowing ice block in front of Turing, the terrifying darkness all around seemed like monsters could emerge at any moment.

A deep trust accumulated over the years towards their mother unconsciously made Turing lean towards the woman.

"Since they sent me down here, it must mean they want me to do whatever I want." Turing muttered to themselves, trying to bolster their courage.

"Even if I destroy something important, you can't blame me for it."

A flaming chainsaw, flickering with violent light and surrounded by countless sparks, slowly appeared in Turing's hand.

Holding the saw in their right hand, Turing aggressively pressed the chainsaw against the surface of the ice block.

Intense flames and spine-chilling cutting sounds rose together.

But after a burst of sparks, the ice block remained intact. Turing shook their slightly numb right hand to disperse the magic.

"It's a seal magic on a physical level... of a very high level."

Turing looked puzzled at the tall angel above, sensing the seal imposed upon the angel.

"Weird, why is the seal on this woman even higher than that of the angel?"

[Is this woman that terrifying?]

[Could it be that she is the demon they were talking about?]

Turing started to sweat again. They felt that they had experienced more fright today than in the past year.

[What does this mean? Is it time for me to make a decision again?]

"I'm so annoyed... since there's a correct answer, I'll try every possible answer." A hint of sinister color flashed in Turing's eyes, and an ultimate and shocking wave of magic spread throughout the underground space.

"Madu!" Dozens of dazzling light snakes burst forth from Turing's spine, and their magnificent glow almost illuminated the underground space.

Turing controlled the light snake to rush towards the ice block.

"Tsk..." Turing clicked his tongue.

Once again, a sharp sting came from Turing's wrist at this critical moment.

Based on the previous two experiences, even without looking, Turing knew that there were a few more bloody words.

But she decided to continue focusing on destroying the ice block.

Like a group of pythons, they all bit the ice block at the same time. As the iron chains were bitten apart, the ice block slowly melted.

"It didn't instantly melt... It's really tough," Turing continued to output magic.

Finally, the iron chains had completely separated from the woman who looked just like Oedipus. The broken chains fell apart and scattered all over the floor.

Part of the woman's skin began to be exposed to the air. Turing was increasingly amazed at the resemblance between her and her mother...

Even the clothes and accessories were exactly the same.

"How is this possible!" Turing couldn't suppress her surprise any longer and exclaimed.

"That is the Altria family emblem!"

Not only was the woman wearing the family emblem on her chest, but the style of her clothes was also exactly the same—although Turing was not wearing the Altria family attire this time.

"How dare your McNewdeau family play such a trick on me... Pfft." Just as Turing was about to step forward and directly remove the woman embedded in the ice block, blood uncontrollably gushed out of her mouth.

It was not until this moment that Turing realized that the pain in her wrist had become more than just a sting. Her entire hand felt numb as if paralyzed, and the pain in her wrist was even more excruciating.

Numbly, Turing looked down at her wrist and found nothing there except for a hole, as if a large solid missile had been forcibly carved out.

From the wrist down, including the palm and fingers, nothing remained except a severed wrist gushing with blood.

Turing lowered her head further and finally noticed her missing palm lying silently on the ground.

Turing's severed hand lying on the ground seemed to mock her carelessness, twitching and trembling slightly.

Option: Escape *

Face *

Slaughter *

The blood words on Turing's wrist shined brightly under the light of her light snake.

[Escape... now you suggest that I escape?]

[Why didn't you suggest it back then!?]

[I was so powerless back then, so incapable, so without choice...]

[I have clearly persisted until now...]

Turing stared forward, countless iron chains that she had just severed were floating in the air, spontaneously twisting into spirals suitable for launching, heading towards Turing.

It seems that her wrist was indeed broken by them just now.

[Some clever seals will self-destruct when they are unlocked. It seems to be this kind. This form is indeed difficult to defend against.]

"Come on... I just lost concentration earlier." Turing wiped the bloodstain at the corner of her mouth with her remaining hand and sneered.

"And you want to play magic with me... You're a hundred years too early!" The surging mud exploded from Turing's body, instantly forming a rock fortress as massive as a city wall.

Missiles, like a fierce storm, suddenly bombarded the stone wall, and the teeth-shatteringly loud explosions echoed from the other side of Turing's fortification.

Turing leaned heavily against the stone wall he had created, using telekinesis to control the fire serpent he had just released to strangle the chain missiles.

An intense vibration was felt from Turing's back, giving him the impression that there were a thousand people on the other side of the wall, taking turns casting spells.

Iron chains shot at the wall, returning and recharging once they shattered.

Recharge and then strike again. Each iron chain was like a cold-blooded loyal soldier, continuing the attack until it turned to nothing but rubble.

The stone wall, aided by Turing's dozen light serpents, constantly intercepted and annihilated the fragments of the iron chains, finally quieting down after four or five minutes of relentless bombardment.

"My arm can be healed... but magical power cannot be excessively consumed."

"Who knows what kind of tough battles we will face later."

Turing picked up his severed hand from the ground and peered out from the half-collapsed wall.

The woman was still quietly embedded in the ice.

"If she hasn't woken up, then that's good."

After the battle ended, a heavy sense of drowsiness swept over Turing. He stumbled, trying to stabilize himself, but ultimately knelt down on the ground.

"That's not right... I shouldn't have cared about battles and injuries of this level in the past."

"Why... is it so uncomfortable?"

"This is strange, it's like having fragmented memories after drinking..."

"Every time I lose consciousness, I also lose a piece of memory..."

Turing's neck gradually couldn't support her heavy head.

She fell to the ground.

"Why is it like this..."

"McNewdeau also said... she doesn't know..."

"If... I can't... come out this time... it will be even..."

Even though Turing's right hand was constantly in excruciating pain, her deep sleep could not be dispelled.

A warmth emanated from the oldest and most ancient abyss in human history, enveloping Turing like a mother's embrace.

Turing lay on the ground, turned her head, and closed her eyes.

The last thing Turing saw was her severed hand that she was holding onto.

The words on the severed hand were both shocking and magnificent.

"Right, every time... I lose consciousness when this word appears, right?"

"What a bad fortune..."

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"If only I had a cute nickname like Raphael..."

"Little girl?"

"Little paper cup... Does it have any specific meaning?"

"Little sister?"

"Little beauty?"

"Doesn't Mom ever... "

"If you don't get up soon, the Smoke Fairy will come and take you away to grow tobacco for them."

The gentle and watery voice echoed in Turing's ears, like the sound of a horn and waves at the Cape.

"Mom!?" This voice was no stranger to Turing.

With a bang, Turing sat up abruptly and bumped into the woman's chin.

The two sat in a small room filled with a sense of technology, and the dim light reflected the woman's beauty that combined youthful and mature qualities.

Turing touched her slightly sore forehead and realized that she had been resting on the woman's lap for a long time.

"Ouch!" The woman rubbed her aching chin. "You're still just a kid after all, scared of fairy tales."

Turing looked around, and her fluctuating emotions gradually returned to normal after hearing her mother's voice.

"Why did you suddenly wake up? I thought there was a dead body in there."

Turing immediately retorted coldly to the woman.

She felt that if she didn't quickly distance herself from this woman, she would soon fall into some terrifying cognitive distortion.

The woman shook her head, giving nothing away.

Turing furrowed her brows and said, "And I didn't wake up because of your fairy tale threat. I'm already grown up."

"But you clearly look like you're twelve or thirteen." The woman's gentle words were even more magical than Gabrielle's—they almost melted Turing.

"..." Turing fell silent.

[There are no children in the Altria family.]

Turing thought lonely in her heart.

"If you're twelve or thirteen... Anyone can be a child, you know?"

The woman seemed to see through Turing's thoughts effortlessly, finding the weakest spot in her mind.

Coupled with her stunning profile with her hair hanging down, the image of the woman in Turing's mind was almost becoming that of a saint.

"...I have nothing more to say to you." Turing stammered, her face blushing.

Even though Turing did not admit it in her heart, she had to admit that at some point, the person in front of her seemed more like a mother figure than Oedipus.

"By the way, where's my hand?" Turing raised her empty right hand and found it wrapped and casted.

"Oh, I did that." The woman took out Turing's severed hand that she had wrapped tightly next to her. "I'm really sorry. Originally, I planned to use magic to reattach your hand."

"But for some reason, I can't use magic now," the woman shook her head, "I'm afraid this hand has already completely necrotized."

"Not to brag, but with my level of magic, treating this kind of injury would have been a piece of cake. It's really a shame," the woman said, "In the end, I could only bring you here to get some foreign medicine."

"Fortunately, I'm quite familiar with this place."

[You're familiar with this place?]

Turing squinted at the woman's eyes with a hint of anger and confusion.

She felt that to some extent, this woman was becoming more and more like the most important and indispensable person in her life.

"Woman, what is your name?" Turing finally put on a serious and indifferent tone and asked the woman.

"Well... well, you're not an ordinary kid either." The woman finally stopped pretending and started facing Turing's question.

"You finding me in this strange place also means that the experiments of our three families have failed, right?"

"Maybe the outside world has already forgotten me... even if you know my name, you probably can't associate it with anything." The woman said with a sorrowful expression.

"But I'll still tell you." The woman's golden, sweet smile was like a secret meeting between gods and mortals under dim lights, or like the enduring intertwining of planets and stars over countless years, extremely shallow and faint, yet endlessly eternal.

"I am Oedipus. Oedipus Altria."