Weed thought this was a good idea. He didn’t know how difficult this maze designed by the other sculptors was but he knew they’d have to have left some kind hints behind.
‘They wouldn’t have wanted to other trespassers here only other sculptors.’
So they might have made the maze to defeat unauthorized intruders.
“They were sculptors….they left behind sculpture works!”
Weed knew there were sculptures occasionally off of every passage. This was something that worked with every idea he had so far.
“This was a sculptors way of extending an invitation. Identify!”
Weed could see the memories retained by sculptures. The sculpture from that branch path, the one carrying a torch had been pointing in a direction, he could use those as his direction!
“It has to be like that.”
Weed moved on confidently. There were sculptures that told the right way. Once he was done he would retrieve the memories from the next one. He road Yellowy for some number of hours. Due to Weed’s tenacity and patience, he could easily go without food for that long.
It is similar to cockroaches overwhelming will to survive. Even if the world was ending tomorrow, Weed would still go buy a large detergent at the store for buy one get one free deal.
With Yellow along as the pack animal they wouldn’t have to worry about food for some time. Dried meats and plants made up a lot of the food in the packs which would keep for a long time. Finally, after walking for a long time, at the end of a maze, they found a mining cart resting on mine rail tracks. The mine rail tracks led into a dark connecting tunnel.
“If we ride the mining cart, we can go a little faster.”
Yellowy was quite pessimistic about this cart idea.
“Master, it just seems to me like we would be better off walking.”
“We don’t know how much time more it would take us, a cart will be faster.”
“I’d rather you just rode on me”
“Trust me, it won’t be hard to do this…..I’ll ride in front.”
Weed tied Yellowy and the supplies in the back part of the iron mining cart.
A bull tied up in the back of mining cart!
There were some simple instructions that said that to move the cart, push the metal cross bar up and down.
Weed used the bar and the wheels started to turn slowly moving them forward under it’s power.
*Kkiiiiiing.*
The mining cart made a harsh sound as it moved.
As the bar was getting pushed harder the cart was gradually gaining momentum.
“It’s quite fast.”
Weed left off pumping the bar and using a luminous light box that was there tried to take a look ahead of them. It was hard to confirm much since the tunnel curved.
Well, this mine cart will for sure make it easier to get out of this maze!
Head down against the momentum, Yellowy spoke up
“Master, can’t you slow down.”
Weed didn’t know what lay ahead of the rail cart, he too had a ‘you need to slow down’ feeling.
“Let’s slow down then.”
A steel pole at the rear right was attached to friction plates that press against the wheels to make the cart slow or stop. Weed pulled that bar.
*Cha ka ka ka kang!*
Sparks flew out from underneath the cart in a tremendous shower, slowing them down a bit.
“Master you are so reliable. Just to make me comfortable……”
Weed heard those words just as the cart headed sharply down a slope. The speed of the wagon was quickly getting faster.
“Master, this is scary”
“Okay, I’ll stop us here!”
Weed pulled the pole as hard as possible. Because he invested enormously only in his strength and agility stats, the force used ended up being rather superhuman. The cart rocked from the force applied to the brakes. The old wheels and brakes plus the excessive speed made it unable to take the pressure. The brakes started to fail, breaking apart and becoming useless.
The cart trembled and swayed violently right and left then shot ahead to the front! Weed made a decision.
“hmm, a crash might just be possible.”
The risks needed to be calmly considered without emotions. Weed objectively analyzing the situation let Yellowy have full disclosure.
“I don’t think there’s anything I can do to stop the cart”
Mooooooooooooo!
“If the railway deviates sharply we’ll most likely fly off and hit something, we will die instantly…”
Even any hope was crushed by this hopeless description!
The iron mine cart kept increasing its speed as it ran along the tunnel rails going deeper and faster along the underground tracks.
“But hopefully…you won’t feel the pain when you die.”
A panic-stricken Yellowy wept like a cow being brought to the slaughterhouse.
The passage past wooden supports created wind as the cart accelerated through the underground mine tunnel at an even faster pace.
“Lower your body and hold on tight.”
The rails weren’t exactly straight they had a smooth curve to them. The ride was becoming increasingly bumpy making it seem likely that were heading for a fall.
It’s been a long time since since Jigolaths had given them such a heavy feeling to the pit of their stomachs!
There was no chance to even think about relaxing against this tension. After a while of this, the track then unexpectedly turned up a hill and that naturally started to slow them down.
Yellowy burst into tears of joy.
“Master, it now seems we’ll be able to live!”
With similar thoughts Weed spoke happily.
“But we were lucky. We didn’t cross any broken tracks along our path. Since no one has being using these tunnels for a long time it’s a miracle that it’s still this sound.”
At the top of the rise they could see quite a distance of the track, up ahead was a large crevasse of unknown depth, a iron bridge spanned the huge gap. Yet the story didn’t end there, 30 meters along the iron rail bridge and almost exactly in the middle of the crevasse, the bridge was broken leaving a large gap in the tracks.
Yellowy’s skin drained of color as he knew death was just ahead.
“Master, thank you for letting me experience this life so far. Please, I have a last request for my baby cows in Morata…”
Yellowy, left with only desperate feelings, wanted a last request. It was to take care of his young cows with love and not leave then to die alone.
Weed replied as usually, not giving an inch.
“So you are going to die pointlessly. Are you following Gold Man’s example, who died and is now forcefully making me recreate him?”
Yellowy was touched to receive Weed‘s kind words in his last minutes. Weed, at this closing stage moment, vented it all out.
“The flesh of the rib-eye will go to waste if you die. The fat content is just not high enough yet. You aren’t allowed to give up.”
Weed pumped the bar of the cart making them go much faster. They reached the broken parts of the railroad in the blink of an eye.
The mine cart sped along the track, then reaching a low dip in the rails they sped downward and then upward shooting into the air in a frozen moment of clenched teeth.
For a very short time they left the railway entirely and were flying in the air with a silent yet frightening speed. This pushed them back against the rearmost wall of the mine cart!
kwag wagwag wagwang!