From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals-Chapter 612 Shifting Views

"Sure," Ty said, confusion and curiosity playing across his features. He settled back into his seat while Alexander gave him a passing glance before strolling off, his demeanor nonchalant. The sound of the door clicking shut echoed throughout the room, leaving Ty alone with Ya-Mi. She crossed her legs, her face a mask of concentration.

"Just a few more questions," she began. "What did Lieutenant Daemon mean to you?" Stay updated through novelbuddy

Ty felt a shiver run down his spine at the mention of Lt. Daemon's name. The muscles in his neck tightened, and he found himself holding his breath. He took a moment to compose himself, took a deep breath, then finally spoke. "He was someone I respected," Ty said, his voice calm but laced with a hint of melancholy. "I didn't know him for long, but he seemed like one of the least crazy people I've met since coming here." He paused, swallowing as the words fought their way up his throat. "I heard of his death." The memory left a bitter taste in his mouth, a hollow ache echoing inside.

"Noted," Ya-Mi responded, her gaze unwavering. She leaned forward slightly, her eyes locking onto his. "And are you aware of who attacked them?"

"I believe so," Ty answered, glancing away as he collected his thoughts. "Based on what I've been told, it's the same group that attacked the prison and the waiting area. The Black Bulls—is that right? They killed Gears and a few other people as well."

Ya-Mi nodded, her expression unreadable. She pursed her lips, considering her next words. "Tell me, and I suppose everyone else will want to know as well—what do you think of the Black Bulls? There's been some speculation, circulating among the crowd, that you might be working with them to some degree." Her words hung heavily in the air, and she studied him, her eyes searching for even the smallest hint of deception.

Ty nodded slowly, tilting his head in thought. "That is a strange idea," he said after a moment. "I don't think I've ever held a conversation with them. But from what I've seen—from the bombing they committed that killed Lt. Daemon to their attacks on innocent people—they seem like a terrorist group. They need to be handled properly."

Ty paused, carefully weighing his next words. "Look," he continued, meeting Ya-Mi's gaze head-on, "I don't believe in all this fighting and killing for entertainment. But I also think that what they're doing—the harm, the destruction—it's wrong."

The silence that followed was thick with tension. Ty could feel the weight of the question—could sense how important his answer was. He thought to himself, trying to suppress the unease welling up within him. It was best to keep his moral distance from the Black Bulls, especially after learning about their involvement with JJ. There was too much at stake.

Ya-Mi seemed to process his words, her eyes never leaving his face. She nodded once, as if acknowledging his reasoning. "Very well," she said, her voice carrying a hint of finality. "But I do have one last question before you go—if you somehow make it through to the next round, or even win it all, what would you wish for?"

Ty held his breath, the question rattling inside his mind. The things he wanted—a way back home, answers to questions that had haunted him since his arrival, a reunion with those he cared about. It all bubbled to the surface, but he couldn't reveal everything. He had to be careful.

"I will wish for what I desire the most," Ty said finally, the corners of his lips curving slightly upwards. "Like all of us would." He forced a smile, hoping to steer the conversation away from further probing. "That's all I can say." He bowed slightly, a gesture meant to show respect, before rising to his feet.

Ya-Mi eyed him, a smile tugging at her lips as well, though Ty could sense a layer of suspicion that lingered. "When you see Rusuf, tell him I said hi," she said, a hint of sadness in her voice. "And sorry for any heartache over the loss of Lt. Daemon."

Ty gave a curt nod before turning to Yun-Jin, who had been waiting near the door. "Where to next?" he asked, his voice sounding lighter than he felt.

The reporter stood, her expression softening with a touch of humor. "Usually, you wait for me to dismiss you, but since you're a demon, I'll assume you don't know better," she said, her tone almost playful. She gestured toward the door. "Please head to the training ground or the mess hall in Prison Block One. That's where you'll stay until it's time for the announcement of Stage Two."

Ty nodded again, a sigh escaping his lips. "Still the prisoner treatment," he muttered under his breath. "I haven't really done anything bad."

Yun-Jin opened the door, her eyes meeting his. "Let's get some food," she said, her tone almost gentle. "I'm sure you're hungry to a degree." She gave him a small smile, though Ty could sense the tension still simmering below the surface.

As they stepped into the corridor, Ty could feel the weight of everything that had transpired. The accusations, the suspicions—they were like a dark cloud hanging over him. He tried to shake it off, focusing instead on the thought of food. His stomach growled in agreement, and he couldn't help but chuckle at the sound.

"It's been a while since I've had a proper meal," Ty said, trying to lighten the mood. "What do you think they'll serve us in Prison Block One?"

Yun-Jin gave a small chuckle, her lips curling into a faint smile. "I'm not sure. Probably some gruel that even a demon might hesitate to eat. But hey, food is food, right? Let's just hope it's something edible." She nodded towards the hallway. "Come on, let's go. We have more important things to worry about, like figuring out how to handle the situation with JJ."

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Ty sighed as they walked, the distant sound of metal doors clanking shut echoing through the corridor. He glanced back over his shoulder as if half-expecting something to happen, but everything seemed calm. The path before them felt like it stretched forever, winding through dimly lit hallways with worn-out tiles and flickering lights. His thoughts shifted, focused on JJ. What if the accusations were true? What if JJ really had made contact with the Black Bulls? But even then, he knew she was the least likely person to betray those close to her. He felt the walls of uncertainty closing in on him, tightening around his chest.

Yun-Jin led him into another hallway, a sharp turn into an even more dimly lit corridor. She glanced at him, her eyes giving away a hint of concern. "Look, Ty... Whatever happens, we stick to the truth, alright? Trust takes time, but if there's anything left in this twisted place, it's the truth."

Ty nodded, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "I suppose you're right. I just want to make sure she's safe. She's been through enough already." He paused, his voice softening. "But I get it. This is a battlefield, and we can't afford to misstep."

Yun-Jin raised her brow, a knowing look in her eyes. "You care for her, don't you?"

Ty glanced down, his expression unreadable. He chose not to answer. They finally came upon the double doors of Prison Block One, a guard on either side pulling them open without a word. The cold air spilled out, and Ty stepped through with Yun-Jin following closely behind.

Meanwhile, back in the medical room...

JJ lay on her cot, her head resting against the lumpy pillow. Her fingers idly traced the ridges of the fabric, her thoughts a chaotic mess. The room felt empty despite the presence of others, an unbearable hollowness gnawing at her chest. She muttered to herself, her voice so quiet that even she could barely hear it.

"I wonder if he thinks I'm pathetic for leaning on him so much?" she murmured, her eyes staring up at the ceiling. "I mean, everyone I've ever loved eventually leaves. Do I even have a place in this world anymore?"

The words hung heavily in the air, and she sighed, the weight of her past pressing down on her. Her eyes were distant, her thoughts slipping back to the people she'd lost—her parents, her friends. She closed her eyes, almost feeling the warmth of her mother's embrace, the echoes of laughter that seemed so far away now.

Suddenly, a small voice chimed in, cheerful and bright. "Hey! Things are going to be okay, JJ! You're still alive and kicking, so your story isn't over yet!"