Chapter 393: Classic Lines

Chapter 393: Classic Lines

In Tinggen City, Blackthorn Security Company.

Klein wore the Sealed Artifact, the "Mutated Sun Holy Emblem", and felt uneasy as he faced the sudden crisis.

His "Seer" abilities were almost fully digested, and he had gained merit from handling a mystic case. He was eagerly awaiting his promotion to Sequence 8 "Jester."

But was it a bit too much to encounter something as serious as an "Evil God Sacrifice" on his first mystic case? The world’s newbie protection system was seriously flawed!

He silently complained to himself.

If his current experience were written as a light novel, it would probably be titled About My First Month in a Different World, Where I Encountered an Evil God Sacrifice?

Hmm, that makes sense.

After all, light novel titles are always getting longer, and with the addition of book titles, anything goes.

Thinking about what the captain had said about possibly luring the enemy into Charnis Gate for a fight, he couldn’t help but feel restless.

"Don’t worry too much. You’re new and still an auxiliary 'Seer.' Just find a place to hide and see if you can use the Sealed Artifact or your gun to help."

Frye, who was wearing gloves and holding the Sealed Artifact "Vein Thief", seemed to sense his unease and spoke in a calm, soothing tone.

The four people remaining at Blackthorn Security Company each took a Sealed Artifact from Charnis Gate to prepare for the potential crisis.

Klein had the "Mutated Sun Holy Emblem", which could continuously purify corpses and ghosts. Frye had the "Vein Thief", which could steal one of an enemy’s Unique Qualities. Loyau held the "Silent Hair", which would make any living thing that touched it fall silent. Koenlie had the "Spiritualist's Mirror", which would bring disaster to anyone who found it.

"Thanks, I’ll do my best."

Klein pursed his lips and nodded seriously.

Frye hummed in response, then after a moment of silence, he continued, "Actually, just not running away when you first encounter something so dangerous is quite impressive."

Running away?

Klein was taken aback. He hadn’t really thought about it. Maybe he had already accepted the dangers of this world from the moment he arrived.

Or perhaps he had become numb from his previous job, where he just did as he was told?

"Before joining the Night Watch Team, I was a priest in the Church of Night."

Frye spoke calmly, recounting his past, "Being a priest was a good job. The pay wasn’t bad, and it was respectable to talk about. I didn’t have to face danger directly; I just listened to the troubles and confessions of believers and helped them resolve their mental burdens."

Realizing that Frye was sharing his story to comfort him, Klein felt a warm sensation in his heart and nodded in encouragement.

"Why didn’t you continue as a priest and instead join the Night Watch Team?"

"Because just listening to their suffering made me feel powerless."

Frye’s voice was soft, "It’s like watching a play and not being able to intervene. You just have to wait for the drama to unfold, for the script to be performed, and nothing will change."

"Do you know, many believers aren’t really there to pray? A significant number of the poor just want to stay in the warm church for a while, hoping to eat the communion bread the church provides, hoping the goddess will bless them with a job so they won’t freeze or starve to death in the cold."

"A priest can offer spiritual comfort, but that’s all. I’m not saying the job is bad; it’s just that I felt doing something practical was more meaningful and valuable."

Klein was slightly stunned, moved by the words, "So you chose the Night Watch Team?"

"Yep."

Frye smiled faintly, "Protecting the safety of ordinary people is what I strive for. Only by setting a goal can I work with more motivation."

"..."

Klein felt a bit ashamed. At least for now, his goal wasn’t as noble as Frye’s. He just wanted to get home, to be with his parents, sister, and friends.

And then... continue working that soul-crushing job, enduring the exploitation of capitalists?

Tsk, just thinking about it made him want to stay!

"Whatcha talking about, some secret gentlemanly topic?"

Loyau, holding the "Silent Hair", walked over and teased, seeing the good atmosphere between Klein and Frye.

Klein smiled slightly, "Nothing much, just discussing whether there are any eligible gentlemen around who we can introduce to the pretty ladies in our company."

Loyau: "..."

She walked away with a face that looked like she had stepped in dog poop.

Klein’s expression confirmed his suspicion.

Young people across the universe hated arranged marriages!

Frye couldn’t help but chuckle at the scene, looking at Klein and confirming that he wasn’t as tense as before before walking away with the "Vein Thief."

"Stay alert. The enemy could come at any time. Use the Sealed Artifact carefully."

"Understood."

Klein nodded, but couldn't help glancing in the direction of Narcissus Street.

He felt that if Luke were here, there wouldn't be any problems.

His mysterious fellow townsman always gave a strong sense of security, as if nothing would go wrong as long as he was around.

...

Tinggen City, Red Moon Street.

The sun was still shining brightly, and the pedestrians were in a hurry, their numbers gradually decreasing as they returned to their workplaces, starting a busy and fulfilling day.

No one knew that the arrival of an "Evil God Offspring" had quietly been defused.

A shadow moved silently through the crowd, emitting a foul odor from the pus that covered it, with a large, dark shadow trailing behind. Yet, no one noticed its existence.

This was the "Psychological Invisibility" of the "Spectator" pathway.

As long as the "0-08" feather pen, which possesses the "Unique Quality" of a Sequence 1 "Writer" in the "Spectator" pathway, writes something like "no one will notice me", it can be achieved.

This feather pen, which can make written things come true, had always been very useful. Klein had relied on it to get to where he was today. If only the "0-08" weren't a "living sealed artifact" that would try to write its holder to death when out of control, it would be even better.

Ins Zangwill walked heavily and sluggishly, as if heading to an execution, leaving a trail of black water-like marks in his wake. His eyes were hollow and cold, like the ashes of extinguished ambition.

Thud, thud, thud!

Steady, synchronized footsteps approached, and three figures emerged from the sparse crowd.

The leader carried something that resembled a violin case, with deep gray eyes and a high hairline. The man on the left was quite handsome, with a romantic poet's aura, while the woman on the right had white hair and black eyes, with delicate features.

The captain of the Night Watch Team, Dunn Smith, and members Leonard Mitchell and Sika Tiong.

Ins Zangwill lifted his dull, lifeless eyes, and the information about each person naturally surfaced in his mind.

As an obstacle to the theft of Saint Selena's Ashes, he naturally remembered every member of the Night Watch Team and their details.

A "Nightmare" approaching Sequence 6, two Sequence 8 "Midnight Poets", with Leonard being somewhat special.

Ins Zangwill looked at the violin case in Dunn's hand, which was the holy relic, the "Goddess' Sword", left behind by the High Deacon Crestate before he left.

Clearly, Crestate had been rewarded for completing certain tasks in Tinggen, possibly advancing to a Sequence 4 demigod and no longer needing the holy relic's assistance.

Dunn Smith would take over as the successor, wielding the "Goddess' Sword" and heading to a major city to become the new High Deacon.

Ins Zangwill's eyes turned cold, and a cruel, twisted smile appeared on his lips.

How wonderful, a fellow High Deacon had been promoted, and Dunn, who was supposed to die in his script, had also been promoted. Everyone had a bright future ahead.

It seemed like everything had gone off track, leaving only him to suffer and sink into despair due to various mishaps.

At that moment, Leonard in his field of vision seemed to break through the "Psychological Invisibility" and notice something, turning his head in this direction, followed by Dunn and Sika.

Ins Zangwill silently picked up the "0-08" and quickly wrote a short message.

"Out-of-control Ryle Bieber encountered the main force of the Night Watch Team on the way to Zoutland Street. Already on the brink of collapse, he finally snapped, which is reasonable."

As the ancient script was written, cries of alarm immediately echoed from a distance.

A creature over two meters tall, with all its joints twisted unnaturally as if forcibly broken, let out a deafening roar!

White, jagged bones protruded from the monster's skin, its grayish-white surface filled with grooves, resembling a human brain stripped of its outer layer, oozing a gray, putrid, viscous liquid.

Ryle Bieber, driven mad by the power absorbed from the Antigonous Notes, roared as he appeared, like a shark inadvertently entering a tank of ornamental fish, causing a massive ripple.

Everyone burst into their loudest cries for help, screams spreading in all directions.

The Night Watch Team was immediately drawn to the commotion. Sika went to disperse the panicked crowd, Dunn charged without hesitation toward the out-of-control monster, and Leonard hesitated for a moment before following his captain.

Ins Zangwill calmly refocused his gaze and quickened his pace toward the "Blackthorn Security Company", the shadow behind him writhing as if alive.

He had already confirmed that the "Mysterious Queen" was currently battling the Aurora Society's secret saint and wouldn't be able to return in the short term. The main force of the Night Watch Team had also been delayed by Ryle Bieber.

Nothing would stand in his way now!

Even if something did, he was still a powerful Sequence 5 "Doorman", with a demigod-level evil spirit to assist him!

Staring at the nearby Zottrian Street and the ever-closer Blackthorn Security Company, Ins Zangwill’s eyes reignited with madness.

A smile crept onto his face, as if he could already see himself killing all the guards at Blackthorn Security Company, stealing Saint Selena’s Ashes, and ascending to Sequence 4.

"0-08" had somehow slipped from Ins Zangwill’s grasp and was scribbling away on his robe.

"Question one: How could a mere Sequence 5 like Ins Zangwill bypass all the guards and steal a precious '0' level sealed item without being discovered?"

One step, two steps, three steps.

"Question two: Why, after such a long time, did the Church of the Dark Goddess fail to find Ins Zangwill after the loss of a '0' level sealed item? 'Secrecy' should be a power of the Insomniac pathway."

Turning the corner, he arrived at Zottrian Street.

"Question three: Why, after such a significant event, the mysterious deaths of Lanerous and Madame Schellen, and the unexplained visit of Crestate, does Ins Zangwill seem completely oblivious to the impending crisis, stubbornly leaving and stubbornly choosing to place his hopes of ascension on Saint Selena’s Ashes?"

Entering the building, he ascended to the second floor, where the door marked "Blackthorn Security Company" came into view.

"Question four: Are we being watched…?"

Swish!

Ins Zangwill took a deep breath, regripping "0-08" without noticing the lengthy text it had written.

His heart was pounding with excitement. Anyone would be incredibly excited on the brink of fulfilling a long-held desire, so it was reasonable to overlook some minor details.

The guards were weak, but the sealed item might pose a certain threat.

Ins Zangwill tapped his teeth, and a blurry spirit emerged, slipping through the door.

The door silently opened.

He was about to sneak in when he felt the ground start to tremble, the entire building shaking slightly. No, it wasn’t just the building; through the glass, everything around him was shaking.

An earthquake?

At this moment!?

Ins Zangwill’s pupils dilated as he saw a meteor streak across the sky, accompanied by tremors and roars, enveloping the world in chaos.

...

In the forsaken land, at the edge of the gray fog barrier, Empress Roselle waited for Luke to collect the unique and tripartite "Doom Witch" and countless "Witch" pathway extraordinary traits from Chic’s body before speaking slowly.

"Are you... from that era too?"

"Of course, should we exchange a code phrase?"

Luke smiled and replied in perfect Chinese.

Empress Roselle’s regal, cold, and distant demeanor melted like ice when she heard Chinese, and a warm smile appeared on her face.

"I never imagined we were not only from the same era but also from the same country. Why is the Lamp Spirit with you?"

Knowing how much of a "daughter-lover" Roselle was, Luke lifted the Wishing Lamp in his hand and explained softly.

"Don’t worry, she gave this lamp to me voluntarily. She’s my investor and has provided support during my growth."

"I see."

Empress Roselle nodded, hesitating before asking, "How has she been these past years?"

"Quite well. She is now one of the four Emperors at sea, the Mysterious Queen, the owner of the Dawn, and has established a secretive organization called Elemental Dawn. Yes... to investigate the reasons behind her father’s late-life madness and obsession."

Empress Roselle was momentarily lost in thought, a mix of satisfaction and sorrow on her face.

Luke asked, "What’s that look for?"

Empress Roselle spoke wistfully.

"I’m glad she still loves her father, but I’m just the Mirror Person of the Emperor of Rossel."

The true Emperor of Rossel was still trapped on the original island, caught between the Black Emperor’s death and resurrection, under the influence of the Fallen Mother Goddess.

Clearly, this Mirror Person was worried about her daughter’s feelings toward her.

Luke glanced sideways at Empress Roselle, "What’s so bad about being a Mirror Person? If you were the real one, wouldn’t it be awkward?"

"Awkward?"

Empress Roselle looked at Luke, puzzled.

Luke’s lips curled slightly.

"Being a Witch is quite delightful~"

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!"

Empress Roselle’s refined and noble face turned bright red, her eyes wandering, and her lips moved a few times.

"It was all Huang Tao’s doing, I didn’t do it!"

Luke rolled his eyes, "Even if you wanted to, you didn’t have the tools!"

(End of Chapter)

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