Night World Players

Chapter 7 Most of the stories begin in a similar way

"Now you can tell me about it."

"Your plan."

The two walked side by side in the middle of the night, and Hiltina asked.

"In fact, you should have guessed it."

"Although the one who is about to descend at dusk is undoubtedly an evil god...but at the current time point, what exists in Deep Blue Harbor is not the complete form of that ancient god."

"It is nothing but a wisp of divinity and a fragment of will."

"Or maybe it's just a breath left behind casually."

After hearing Rast's answer, Hiltina looked thoughtful.

This was indeed her guess.

If there really is a complete god existing in Deep Blue Harbor at this moment, then everything they are doing now is meaningless.

With their current sequence rank, facing an ancient god in its prime is like an ant facing a dragon. It is a gap that cannot be overcome by relying on experience, skills, or repeated trial and error.

In the face of the absolute gap in status, let alone trying tens of thousands of times.

Even if you try it a hundred thousand times or a million times, the outcome will never change in the slightest.

"According to the current exploration of the historical fragments of the Night World, the traces of gods run through almost the entire history of human civilization."

"However, except for a few special periods when the gods walk the earth... in most cases, whether they are good gods or evil gods, their interference in the world is extremely limited."

After a moment's consideration, Hiltina spoke.

"There are scholars in the capital who study the history of the night world who speculate that perhaps those gods exist in a different dimension from the real world, or that there is some kind of barrier that is difficult to break."

"Only through certain specific methods, such as sacrificial ceremonies, preaching, and secular beliefs... can power be temporarily brought to the world."

"Yes."

Last said softly: "Everything that happened in Deep Blue Harbor is actually the same."

"An ordinary fisherman accidentally caught an ancient sculpture while fishing at sea."

"This sculpture is quite bizarre. It can fulfill many of its owner's wishes. It can not only cure diseases, but also bring good luck, and even prolong life and keep youth forever... It is almost omnipotent."

"Thanks to the magic of the sculpture, the fisherman soon changed his life and used the sculpture to help many other civilians who were suffering from illness. Those civilians who received the sculpture's help were naturally very grateful and voluntarily became his companions."

"Compared to the magical effect of sculpture, the price it costs is naturally not worth mentioning."

"I don't need to tell you what happened later."

Hiltina nodded.

She was not unfamiliar with this kind of process. Whether in the real world or in the night world, Hiltina had heard of it too many times.

The origins of most of those secret forces and cults are like this -

A lucky person accidentally obtained an object that was imbued with the aura of a god... and was then gradually bewitched and corrupted.

Until he fell into the abyss and personally opened the gate of hell, which allowed the evil god to descend.

"If that sculpture came from a true god, that fisherman might become a sage and founder of a church in the future, and be praised by future generations as a divine enlightener," Hiltina said softly.

Most of the stories start out similarly, but end up with completely opposite endings.

"In fact, even now, many members of this cult still believe that they are using the power of the sculpture to save this dilapidated city and corrupt country... As for the price demanded by the sculpture, it is just a necessary sacrifice in the process of changing the world."

"It's a pity that there are no ifs in this world."

There was no wave in Rast's words.

"Here we are."

He paused, raised his head slightly, and stared at the vague outline of the house in the night. "This is one of the bases of the underground cult I mentioned."

"At the same time, at this moment, the sculpture that is tainted with the aura of the evil god is located."

……

No. 17 Luoning Street is a large manor with an independent courtyard, which is quite far away from the surrounding houses.

As soon as Rast and Hiltina arrived near the manor, two figures wearing black robes similar to theirs appeared at the door and looked at them vigilantly.

"mouth……"

“Red Oak Trees in Central Park.”

Before the guard at the door finished saying the word "password", Last spoke immediately.

As he spoke, he walked quickly towards the two of them, and his low and hoarse words were filled with urgency.

"Lori, David, our base on East Street has been targeted by a group of people from the Patrol Bureau. I have to report to the leader immediately."

After hearing the visitor speak the code word accurately and directly say their names, the vigilance in the eyes of the two people at the door obviously dissipated a little.

But seeing Rast walking quickly in front of them, one of them looked serious and stretched out his hand to stop him: "No, the leader said he won't see anyone today..."

puff-

This is the sound of a dagger entering the body.

"you……"

puff-

Before the other person could react, the second sound of a knife entering flesh was heard.

The two bodies fell silently, but were held up in mid-air by Rast.

"Help."

After saying this, Rast picked up one of the bodies, walked into the manor, and hid it in a secluded corner.

Without asking any questions, Hiltina simply dragged up another corpse and followed Rast.

The courtyard outside the manor was pitch black and unusually quiet.

But the building in the center was brightly lit, and through the glass windows, one could vaguely see human figures flashing.

"From now on, you are Lori and I am Davi."

Rast hid the body in the corner and looked towards the brightly lit main house.

"There's plenty of light inside the main house, so your face can be seen clearly. And you can't fake your voice, so it's not as easy to fool people as it would be in the dark."

"So you should wait outside in the manor and come in after the drugs I used in the ventilation ducts and food take effect."

Hiltina glanced at Last, who was weighing two packets of powder in his hands. "How long do we have to wait?"

"After three or four hours, the cultists in the manor are all young and strong, and many of them have been contaminated by the aura of the sculpture and their flesh and blood have been contaminated. They have a certain degree of drug resistance."

"The security in Deep Blue Harbor has always been good, at least on the surface. Even on the black market, there aren't any drugs that are too potent. It's the middle of the night now and I don't have the conditions to prepare them on the spot."

Luster shrugged.

He had originally intended to play this cycle as a gigolo simulator. Whether it was encountering Hiltina in the hotel where he worked, or deciding on a whim to clear Deep Blue Harbor in this cycle, they were all accidental coincidences.

These two bags of powder were the most powerful anesthetics he could find in a short period of time.

"Actually, it doesn't have to be so troublesome..." Xiltina thought about it.

"We have a more energy-saving method."

(End of this chapter)