Night World Players

Chapter 88 The Evil Ghost Returns from Hell
The soil sample test report was stamped with multiple seals, some from the military intelligence bureau, and some from various authoritative appraisal agencies...

The seals vary in age; some appear to be a hundred years old, while others were clearly stamped in recent decades.

Obviously, during the nearly two hundred years that the soil samples were sealed in the archives, with the advancement of detection technology, different appraisers had repeatedly tested the soil samples, but they all came to the same conclusion in the end.

Luster gently closed the suitcase in front of him.

Secret files from nearly two hundred years ago...

Combined with soil samples and the old black-and-white photo.

The information contained in these three cultural relic-level objects in the archives is linked and interwoven, and the conclusion drawn is concise and credible:

"Canaan" is a real town that once existed in the world. It is not located in the Granville Empire, but in the northern border of the Kingdom of Fran.

But about two hundred years ago, a disaster named "The Great Explosion of Fares" wiped the entire Canaan off the map like an eraser.

All that remains in the photo is a void that is out of tune with the surrounding scenery.

Or to put it more directly -

The "Canaan" he saw with his own eyes and regarded as a safe haven is nothing more than a speck of dust in history.

In the real world, this town has long since disappeared.

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"In the military, the confidentiality of intelligence is divided into ten levels, corresponding to the level of power involved in the intelligence."

"The seventh level of confidentiality means that the intelligence content directly or indirectly involves legends."

"The ninth level means the descent of a true god, or a twilight disaster of equal power, the end of an era."

"Only a supernatural event of this level could possibly trigger such a large-scale "time and space annihilation" phenomenon, directly wiping out an area of dozens of kilometers from the world."

"Of course - if it is a legend who specializes in space-time abilities, it is possible to cause space-time annihilation... but there is no sequence of long orders currently known that can interfere with space-time."

"And the Spacetime Night Blade is also extremely rare, and it is extremely difficult to cultivate and develop. The Spacetime Night Blade holders recorded in the Arcane Tower only reached the fourth level at most and could not advance any further."

"Therefore, the probability of a space-time legend appearing in the present world is even smaller than the first two possibilities."

On the side, Ingrid added a few words.

She walked over to Rast and took the two suitcases from the boy.

Even with Ingrid's authority, there is a strict time limit for borrowing archives and cultural relics from the archives, and they must be returned immediately after borrowing.

But the moment Ingrid took the suitcase with both hands, she suddenly noticed that Rast's hands were trembling slightly.

This surprised her a little. The request for assistance in entering the Mystery Tower to search the Canaan archives was sent to her by Hiltina on behalf of the academy. Therefore, Ingrid did not know about Last's past, nor did she know why this junior was looking for an ancient place name from nearly two hundred years ago.

Or was Rast simply sent by the academy to run errands?

But since he is valued by Dean Yin, it means that he is quite single-minded, just like the current head of the Round Table named Akshia, whom Ingrid had met before. Apart from the pursuit in her heart, she maintains an indifferent attitude towards everything in the outside world and will not be easily shaken.

From her previous encounters with Luster, this junior who had a similar background to her should also be of this type of personality. He always maintained an erratic and mysterious attitude before, and he should never lose his composure like this. When Ingrid looked up at the boy's face with a little confusion, she was suddenly stunned. She saw Luster, whom she had never seen before.

This is a look that is hard to describe in words. The light in those dark eyes is as vicious as a sickle, like a violent lone wolf...

But at the same time, his expression was so fragile and confused, as if he was a distraught child who was told by an adult that Santa Claus did not exist and the Giant of Light was just a made-up childish story.

It also reminds people of porcelain that is full of cracks, can only be glued together with low-quality glue, and may fall apart at any time.

It was strange, his junior was only at the second level, but Ingrid had already entered the sixth level...

But looking at the terrifying light in the boy's eyes, for a moment, Ingrid clearly felt her heart beating.

It seemed as if some inexplicable disaster was about to befall the Mystery Tower, engulfing everything including himself.

But eventually the blinding light faded, and he turned back into the handsome young man who had amazed Ingrid when they first met.

Last's trembling hands suddenly steadied themselves: "Senior, I want to ask you a question."

"From ancient times to the present, there has been no definitive conclusion on whether the historical echoes in the night world really exist or not, right?"

"Ah."

Ingrid nodded. "The night travelers of the entire Western Continent have been discussing this issue for nearly a thousand years without any result. Perhaps they will continue to argue for many more years."

"The historical background of the Night World's Reverberations does come from past history... but if it were really just a simple illusion and echo, it would never be so real."

"According to the records of the Mystery Tower, even a true legend cannot detect the difference between the night world and reality after entering it. No matter how you observe it, it is clearly a real world."

"Besides, if everything in the night world is illusory, then how do we explain the dusk disaster that befell the human world?"

She lifted a strand of black hair that fell from her forehead. "So, some scholars have even proposed a conjecture... saying that the world we live in now may be a remnant of a night world that is large in scale and has a long time span, and we are the projected copies of the natives who are unaware of it."

"Of course, unless the night world we live in collapses one day, this conjecture is doomed to be unprovable and unfalsifiable, and has no practical significance."

Ingrid smiled: "However, if the speculation about the final echo is true——"

"Then, perhaps as long as we conquer all seventy-two night worlds and clear the final Final Reverberation, we will be able to know all the secrets of the night world."

While answering, Ingrid was observing Rust's expression out of the corner of her eye.

His face returned to its usual calmness, and even his dark pupils became silent again, like a clear pond that swallowed up the light and left only the deepest darkness.

If it were an ordinary person, he would probably think that Last's fleeting expression was just an illusion.

However, as a sixth-level transcendent, in the process of constantly using the Night Blade "Yin Iron", his control over his body has reached the limit of human beings -

Ingrid knew very well that it was not an illusion.

This junior student in front of me, who seemed indifferent to everything, clearly had something extremely terrifying hidden in his heart.

It was as if... a demon returned from hell.

(End of this chapter)