Part 2 Faceless Man Chapter 148 – Translucent Bugs

　　”Are you looking for me ……”

　　As soon as the voice hit his ears, Derek froze, his skin tightening and his roots standing on end.

　　Why was he behind me?

　　How did he appear in my room?

　　What about the seal?

　　What about the effects of that magical item?

　　Cold sweat broke out on Derek’s forehead, and he was subconsciously about to turn his head and look back.

　　But his instinct prevented him from doing so.

　　This instinct came from Silver City’s “Monster Knowledge” class and some strange scenes he experienced after joining the patrol:

　　When someone talks behind you, don’t turn around!

　　Derek raised his hands, clenched them into fists in front of his chest, and slowly, little by little, half-turned his body on high alert.

　　Inside the room is a deep darkness, so that one can not see anything, but Derek’s two eyes, each a little golden expansion, turned into two rounds of miniature sun.

　　With the help of this “light praying man”, he saw a dark shadow sitting quietly on the edge of his own bed.

　　The black shadow quickly became clear, revealing a head that had been split vertically!

　　In the center of the head, two pieces of grayish-white brain were writhing as if alive, trying to get closer to each other but unable to do so.

　　On the truncated surface of the brain, the viscous liquid hung down into a thin thread, but maggot-like contraction upward.

　　The eyes on each side were far apart, and the bridge of the nose was split down the middle, brightly colored with blood.

　　The left half of the mouth grinned, while the right half was tightly closed.

　　The gruesome creature was naked, with a horizontal line of dark red wounds.

　　The uncountable wounds cracked open hideously, revealing rows of white teeth, which uttered the same words in no particular order:

　　”Are you looking for me ……?”

　　It paused, the corners of its mouth and the edges of its wounds all turned up:

　　”Look, am I normal ……”

　　Derek’s pupils constricted for a moment, and without even thinking about it, he raised his hands, which were resting on his chest and clenched into fists, and placed them at his jaws as if in prayer.

　　The small room became bright all of a sudden, and a pure beam of light entwined with flames dropped down from the roof and struck the creature’s body.

　　The beam was not as exuberant as when Derek had used it on the outside of the Round Tower, for the seals here, the magical items here isolated the inside from the outside.

　　But at that moment, Derek was shocked to see the divine beam he had prayed for thicken steeply, so brilliantly that he couldn’t help but want to close his eyes.

　　Vaguely, the magnificent column of light, there are more pure and thicker things separated out, as a light man with no features and no clothes!

　　This “light man” flashed suddenly, pounced on the monster.

　　All the monster’s “mouths” opened, as if emitting a miserable scream.

　　However, Derek heard nothing.

　　The creature shuddered violently, and quickly disintegrated and melted away in the burning and shining of the Light Man.

　　When it was nearly transparent, a shadow suddenly and strangely appeared there, dressed in black classical robes and wearing a peaked fedora!

　　This silhouette had black hair, black eyes, a wide forehead, a thin face, and wore a monocle carved out of crystal.

　　As soon as he appeared, the Man of Light exploded, and Derek’s eyes went white.

　　When he regained his sight, he realized that he was somehow outside the room, in a corridor studded with metal lamps and illuminated by a dim yellow glow.

　　Bewildered, he looked sideways, inside the room, and saw the back of a tall, stocky man in dark pants and a brown jacket.

　　In front of the back, on Derek’s original bed, a little bit of morning sunlight quickly coalesced onto a white leg bone, turning it into a pure white sharp straight sword.

　　Next to the straight sword, there was a small translucent insect lying quietly.

　　It was only a thumb’s length, slender almost to a child’s pinky, while ring after ring of completely transparent color divided it into many sections.

　　Derek swung by with a glance, not bothering to count the number of rings, only a vague sense that there were about ten.

　　The tall figure with his back to him probed and picked up the strange translucent bug, turning his body as he did so with a sigh:

　　”Almost ……”

　　At this time, Derek finally got a good look at the tall figure’s front:

　　His hair was white, sparsely tended and looked rather messy, he had rather heavy lines of decree, but no wrinkles at the corners of his eyes or forehead, and some old scars, either deep or twisted, remained on his cheeks.

　　He wore a linen-colored shirt on the inside, and a belt divided into many compartments was looped around his waist, his light blue eyes were deep and vicissitudes, his whole person looked like a book full of stories.

　　Derek was first stunned, and then he opened his mouth in surprise like a dangerous aftermath:

　　”His Excellency the ‘Chief’!”

　　In front of him stood the “Chief” of Silver City’s “Council of Six”, the powerful “Demon Hunter” Colin Iliad, who was over a hundred years old!

　　Colin nodded gently and said:

　　”We have always known that he has problems, but in order to find out what the purpose of that person called Amon is, and what kind of weirdness exists, we purposely didn’t remove him directly, but instead locked him up at the bottom of the round tower, sealed him under the influence of the magical items, and often let some extraordinary people who only have the precursors of losing control live next door to him, and talk to him, to see if we can induce some abnormal changes, so as to get the information we want to know about him. changes and thus get what we want to know.

　　Unfortunately, until today, he was normal, but, too normal.

　　Why, do you think, did he suddenly mutate and suddenly try to penetrate the seal? How do you feel different from the others?”

　　It turns out that I was deliberately placed next door to that former exploration squad leader …… Derek said after a few seconds of somewhat dazed silence:

　　”Maybe it’s because my extraordinary pathway is different from the others, Sequence 9 ‘Glorifier’, Sequence 8 ‘Prayer to the Light’.”

　　That is, the “sun” pathway …… If Mr. “Hanging Man” is right, the Amon family is descended from the ancient sun god, then it’s only natural that I made him mutate! …… Derek felt that he had grasped the truth.

　　Colin listened with an unchanged expression and looked Derek up and down for a few seconds and said:

　　”We had him monitored, and the members of the ‘Council of Six’ took turns to be responsible, but I didn’t expect that he would suddenly mutate without any precursors, and act very decisively and resolutely.

　　What did you just do in the room?”

　　Derek was thinking about the relationship between the “Sun” pathway and the descendants of the ancient Sun God, and for a moment he didn’t react to what the “Chief” was asking.

　　When he realized it, his head was still a bit numb, and he carefully recalled what he had just done.

　　I didn’t do anything, just knocked on the partition wall, trying to communicate with him …… This before, this before, I was attending the tarot party …… tarot party! Derek suddenly froze, feeling afraid that things were not as simple as he thought.

　　He understood that the content of his thoughts certainly can not speak to the “Chief”, but did not know what kind of expression to make, can only maintain the usual lonely introverted-like silence, thinking and said:

　　”I knocked on that wall, three times.

　　Before this, the candles in my room went out, and there was darkness, and I had the attempt to practice part of my extraordinary powers.”

　　Colin looked Derek in the eye silently for a dozen seconds before speaking:

　　”Unfortunately, what Amon left within his soul wasn’t the original body, and it happened so suddenly that we didn’t get the result we wanted most ……

　　Did you notice anything out of the ordinary before his mutation?”

　　”No.” Derek shook his head rather definitely.

　　Two dark green, complex symbols suddenly protruded from Colin’s eyes and reflected Derek’s figure between them.

　　After nearly ten seconds of silence, the Silver City “Chief” closed his eyes and said:

　　”Your condition has stabilized, no further treatment is needed, you may return.”

　　Derek was stunned and said:

　　”Okay.”

　　He watched as Colin “The Demon Hunter” Iliad turned and entered the room, picking up the pure white, sharp, straight sword and turning it over and over to examine it.

　　Taking a quiet breath, he walked down the aisle toward the exit, meeting a succession of watchers on the way.

　　Returning home at a slow pace and closing the door behind him, he scrutinized his surroundings for a while, sat down on the edge of his bed, and chanted lowly:

　　”O fool who does not belong to this age, you are the mysterious lord above the gray mist, you are the yellow and black king who reigns over good fortune.”

　　”I’ve just experienced something terrible ……”

　　Derek told the story of what had happened before, and mentioned his two guesses.

　　After doing so, he settled down quite a bit.

　　And as the tightness receded, he felt intensely tired and lay down, quickly falling into sleep.

　　Inside the quiet, dimly lit room, a bolt of lightning sometimes illuminated everything, and sometimes was lost to the night.

　　The sleeping Derek’s right index finger suddenly flicked on its own and leisurely tapped the bed.

　　Once, twice, three times ……

　　……

　　After the end of the tarot party, due to the spiritual consumption of large, Klein did not go to divination “werewolf” extraordinary characteristics and biotoxin vials, directly back to the real world and the trend of the nap, woke up in twenty minutes, pulled open the curtains, so that penetrate the mist of the glow of the aura to bring a certain amount of light to the room.

　　Sitting down in the chair in front of his desk, Klein quieted his mind and thought about what he had to do lately:

　　”The main thing is to continue to summarize the ‘Magician’s Code’ and make adjustments based on subtle feedback from spirituality.

　　Although the codes such as ‘don’t do unprepared performances’, ‘need the stage to need the performance’, and ‘excel at completing the performance in a way that draws away others’ attention’ are all fine for the time being, just I’ll be able to digest the magic potion to a level where I can be promoted sooner or later, but this kind of play is not enough, there are still some important ‘rules’ missing, which will slow down the progress of digestion, and make it not thorough enough, so I’ll be able to do it in a year, or even two or three years. It might take a year, or even two, or three years before promotion was possible.

　　And Ince Zangwill would not stay where he was waiting for me! Only by becoming a High Sequencer as soon as possible would I be qualified to take revenge!

　　So, figuring out the other ‘magician’ codes is the first priority after that, starting with verifying whether the ‘audience’s applause’ will pry on its own spirituality so that it can better digest the magic potion.”

　　Just as Klein was meditating, the sound of illusory cascading prayers suddenly rang in his ears.