Wasteland Lord: Starting from Thirty Days to Live

As Vittorio was pondering what was going on, someone suddenly tugged at him from behind.

He turned around and saw a middle-aged woman dressed as a maid, with only a face but no facial features, standing behind him.

"Young Master, your time facing the wall is over. It's time for dinner."

Facing the wall?

Vittorio was about to ask me what kind of wall I was facing, but the body answered automatically.

"Yes, Head Maid."

He was led by the head maid through the corridor, past the library, and past the kitchen.

This is undoubtedly River Bend Fort, but the scenery here is somewhat distorted. You can't see any stars or celestial bodies outside the window, only a thick fog that won't dissipate.

What Vittorio had initially perceived as a cramped corridor now appeared remarkably spacious and expansive.

Is it because I've shrunk?

They eventually stopped in the South Hall.

The South Hall was a dining hall before it was occupied by the survivors.

Upon entering the south hall, besides rows of maids and servants, only three people were seated at the long dining table.

To be precise, it was two people plus a baby girl.

A man with white hair and green eyes, and a woman with black hair and red eyes.

The man was dressed in fine clothes and had a handsome appearance; he even bore a striking resemblance to Vittorio when he grew up.

The woman, dressed in a long black dress and wearing a black veil, was stunningly beautiful and had a serene demeanor. She was holding a baby girl in her arms and was speaking quietly with her head down.

Upon seeing the two people, Vittorio thought to himself, "Could these be this body's biological parents?"

The man spoke, and his words confirmed his suspicions.

"Vittorio, come here. As the heir to the earldom, you should always be mindful of your actions. Have you fully reflected on your behavior?"

Vittorio saw his own body and bowed his head in great fear.

"I have reflected on my actions, Father. I will not say those nonsense things again."

The man nodded in satisfaction, his expression still serious.

"Very good. Remember, we do not tolerate any mysticism or prophecy in our household. It is extremely vulgar and disrespectful. Two days ago, you prophesied that the stable horse would kick the groom, so you told the groom about it. As a result, the groom was distracted while working and was kicked in an internal organ by the horse. He is now seriously injured and bedridden."

"But that's not me..."

"Hmm?" The man frowned, using his authority to overwhelm the objection.

"I'm sorry, it was my fault, Father. I will never do it again."

"Alright, since you understand what I mean, come and eat."

Meanwhile, Vittorio recalled a scene from two days ago: although he had foreseen the coachman's serious injury, he hadn't told anyone except his personal maid, who then informed the count.

Therefore, the groom was not injured because of his interference.

This is a successful prophecy.

But faced with his powerful and terrifying father, young Vittorio couldn't utter a single word in defense, or rather, it wouldn't have mattered.

Because, as the Earl declared, their family had no need for mysticism.

Although Vittorio possessed the body of a child, he was more of an observer than a speaker.

The scene then shifts, and Vittorio looks down to find that his hands and feet have grown larger, perhaps because several years have passed since the last incident.

It was still the dining table, but there were only three people left, and the baby had grown into a little girl.

The little girl, innocent and naive, spoke to her father.

"Father, I had a dream. A giant mouth appeared in the Black Mushroom Forest, and many monsters emerged from it."

Upon hearing the little girl's words, the father became immediately excited.

"The Black Mushroom Forest? Are you sure it's the Black Mushroom Forest? That's impossible. A gold mine was just discovered there. If it's real, what will happen to the gold mine...?"

After muttering to himself, the count's face suddenly darkened.

"Who taught you to say these things? Was it those businessmen who asked me about the gold mine? Or your gloomy mother? You've all become unruly since she died. Take back what you said. We don't tolerate any mysticism in our family."

"No!" The little girl was very stubborn and flatly refused the count father's unreasonable request.

The count was furious.

"Lock her up! Lock her in the basement! Bring her food three times a day, and don't allow anyone to touch her!"

Vittorio, using his young body, took in all of this, but unfortunately, from his perspective, it was the young Vittorio, the older brother, who showed no intention of protecting his younger sister, letting the little girl be dragged away from the dining table while screaming.

Then the scene shifts again.

Vittorio sat on the swing in the garden and heard two maids whispering not far away.

"Have you heard? The room in the basement where the young lady was being held has a huge hole, and she's gone missing."

"Ah, do you think it might be related to that cultist who was arrested? This guy held an illegal gathering at the River Mother Church and was arrested by the Earl and thrown into the dungeon. The room where that cultist is being held is right across from Miss's room."

"That cultist was amazing. The Earl sentenced her to be burned at the stake. She was roasted over the flames, but she didn't seem to be in any pain. She even laughed and asked for more firewood to be added."

"And then? I heard that the cult member apparently turned into countless rats and escaped."

"Who knows... Shh, someone's coming."

Vittorio overheard the two maids whispering, jumped off the swing, and entered the castle. He dodged the servants coming and going as he headed toward the dungeon entrance, seemingly to check on his sister.

The dungeon was cold and gloomy, with several people huddled in their cells, their fates unknown.

He went to the innermost cell, a cell filled with pink furniture that stood out from the other cells.

There, he didn't see his sister, but only a large, dark hole that seemed to lead nowhere and was letting in drafts.

Vittorio opened the loose cell door, intending to go inside and check, only to find the walls covered in stone carvings.

That is……

Help me... Help me...

It's so dark... I'm so scared...

Mom... Brother...

Help……

…………

……

"call."

Vittorio suddenly opened his eyes, first experiencing tinnitus, then the cacophony of voices and his five senses returning to his body.

Vittorio looked at his hands; they were no longer the hands of a toddler.

He looked up, and Lina was still standing in front of him, holding the brain worm eyeball in her hand.

The people around him didn't seem to notice anything unusual; it was as if Vittorio had only been in a daze for a second.

Connecting all the memories from just now with all the information he currently knew, Vittorio suddenly recalled everything.

He once had a younger sister.

Her name is Lina Conaron.