Night World Players

Chapter 96: Rust: I have few friends

Chapter 96: Rust: I have few friends (two in one)

The headquarters of the Shore Watchers, the Watch Spire.

The waves hit the shore, bringing with them the sound of the faint and overlapping sea tides.

As Rast listened to the words spoken by Cecil, the leader of the shore guards, he felt that the amount of information he provided was a bit too complicated.

Let me... lead the shore guards to overturn the so-called "paradise", or the underworld.

And become an insider and infiltrate the gravekeepers?
"To destroy the rumored 'paradise', I can understand that..."

"Because the so-called pure land that can isolate all disasters sounds like an unrealistic and empty pie in the sky."

After all, according to Last's experience in his previous life, if someone suddenly told him that there was a high-paying job abroad with no overtime and two days off a week... then it was likely that the other party was eyeing his waist.

If you really go, don't blame others for being so sincere to you.

"but--"

Rast looked at Cecil in front of him.

"What does it mean to be a spy among the Gravekeepers?"

This was the first time he heard the name "Gravekeeper".

but--

The fact that it could be spoken by a legend in such a cautious tone means that it must contain a huge secret.

Even when he heard this word, Rust felt that the "Chariot·Intuition" card he was equipped was flickering faintly.

He had a vague feeling that the name "Gravekeeper"...

Perhaps there is some kind of inseparable relationship with the history of the Sixth Epoch, the truth about Canaan that he has been constantly searching for, and even the entire night world.

And accompanied by Rast's questions.

Cecil's eyes also turned serious in an instant.

He turned his gaze away from the blue sea in front of him.

The next moment, a pale golden light spread silently with Cecil as the center.

It transformed into a pale golden invisible field, covering the ground where he and Last were standing.

"Gravekeeper."

"It's the name of a secret organization."

"He is also the greatest imaginary enemy that the leaders of the shore guards of generation after generation have been constantly searching for and vigilant against day and night."

Cecil's voice echoed in the room, but the sound waves dissipated silently when they touched the boundary of the pale golden area.

All conversations and information between the two were confined within the invisible barrier, without any possibility of leakage.

Is this some kind of soundproof barrier for confidentiality?
Last looked at the light golden mute barrier and his heart moved slightly.

There is no record of similar sequence abilities in the 17 long-order sequences known in the world, and Cecil did not seem to have activated any extraordinary items just now.

In other words, this is Cecil's Night Blade, or in the terms of this era, it is his supernatural power?

But Cecil had clearly mentioned before that he had used the power of prophecy, which was how he discovered his past as a suspected immortal.

The same person's Night Blade can exert two completely different and unrelated abilities...

This sense of déjà vu made Laster make some associations.

"My teacher told me all this in person after I was chosen as the next leader of the Shore Guardians."

"It is said that the first generation who founded the Shore Watchers was once one of them..."

"It was only because they disagreed with the ideas of the Gravekeepers that the first generation chose to rebel and founded the Shore Keepers that came after them."

"And everything about the gravekeepers has become the biggest secret of the organization, only circulated among a very small number of people such as successive leaders."

Cecil's words were calm.

On the other side, Rast's expression remained unchanged, but he listened very seriously.

This is quite a big and explosive piece of news.

Even the organization founded by a traitor among the gravekeepers has now become the light of human civilization and the last line of defense with a legend in charge.

So what kind of existence is the true form of the Tombkeeper organization?
However, judging from Cecil's words, the position of the gravekeeper is obviously different from that of the shorekeeper.

"Many years have passed since I became the leader of the Shore Watch."

"Over the years, I have been searching for the traces of the gravekeeper, but to no avail."

“But I know they are there.”

Cecil's words carried a sense of vicissitudes that did not match his appearance: "From the beginning of the era when the fire was first lit, to the golden age when civilization flourished, and then to the civilization's decline, a sharp turn for the worse, and a precarious period of disaster."

"From the beginning of the story to the end of the epic... they are lurking in the shadow of history, everywhere."

"The silence of the grave keepers before was simply because their time had not yet arrived."

Uncle——

As the leader of the shore defenders, is it really okay for you to praise the other side so highly?

Aren’t you afraid that I will lose confidence in the organization?
However, looking at Cecil in front of him, Last still spoke.

In this world, knowledge is equal to power, and the more secretive the knowledge is, the more likely it is to be held in the hands of the powerful.

It is rare to have the opportunity to talk freely with a legend like this.

You know, in this world, it’s hard to say whether there are any living legends.

Besides, Cecil in front of him didn't seem to be the type of person who could ask riddles, so he had to seize the opportunity to ask some questions clearly.

"So, Leader..."

Luster carefully chose his words: "Do you have a grudge against them?"

"It's not that I have a grudge against them, but that the shore guards have a grudge against the grave keepers."

A smile appeared on Cecil's old face.

"Shorewatcher, "one who watches the shore." "

“No matter how much it costs, we must keep all pollution and foreign enemies away from the Broken Coast… Guarding the last channel and keeping the spark of civilization alive is the meaning of the shore guards’ existence.”

"As for the 'tomb keepers', as the name suggests, they are the ones who guard the mausoleum."

"The so-called mausoleum... is the tomb where civilization is buried."

Cecil's words rang faintly: "And if there are no tombstones to guard, the gravekeepers will naturally not exist."

"If the shore keepers are the maintainers of the era and civilization."

"Then the gravekeeper is the one who brings all stories, all grand chapters and epics to an end."

"Therefore, this hatred is not affected by any individual's will and will not end until one dies."

"And now."

"In their eyes, the end of the era, the point where civilization ends... is probably approaching soon."

"The gravekeepers have been dormant for countless years and know everything about us, but we know nothing about them." "If we continue like this..."

“When the end of the era comes and the final chapter of civilization truly arrives, we will be in an extremely unfavorable situation.”

Cecil's eyes fell on Rast with a meaningful look in his eyes.

"The actions of destroying Paradise and overthrowing the Underworld may be extremely important in the eyes of other high-level officials—"

"But for you, it's just a cover. Just go with the flow."

"Your real purpose is to use this incident as an opportunity to find a way to get in touch with the gravekeeper."

"That relic of the god of death has a special meaning to the gravekeepers. Plus, they think the end of the era is near and they are ready to make a move. They will not miss this opportunity."

"Of course, this is bound to be a mission with a high probability of failure, and it is likely to be like a moth flying into a flame."

“Let’s not even mention that in the process of overthrowing Paradise, it is very likely that high-level strongmen or even true legends will be involved.”

"Even if everything goes well and you succeed in gaining the trust of the gravekeeper... it also means that you will be branded as a traitor in the eyes of your companions."

"Perhaps you will never be able to clear your name, restore your innocence, and return to being a shore guard in your lifetime."

Cecil gave Rust a long look.

"So, whether you want to take on this task depends solely on your own choice."

"After all, there is no point in planting an unwilling spy, and this mission cannot be accomplished by coercion."

"If you refuse to accept this mission, I will only erase your memory related to the gravekeeper."

"Besides that... my previous promise to give you the knowledge of the Tower Sequence still stands."

[Now, destiny separates into two unrelated straight lines before your eyes. 】

[Where it leads in the end depends on your choice. 】

[Tip: This node is an important divergence point, which will directly affect the specific direction of the Epoch Reverberation. Please treat it with caution.]

In the spiritual world, the azure words lit up again.

But Rast ignored the words flashing in his mind.

He looked at Cecil who had a meaningful look in his eyes: "Why, leader, would you choose me?"

In terms of rank and combat power, there may not be a second legendary person in the Shore Guardian Organization, but there is definitely no shortage of other fifth- and sixth-rank extraordinary people...

If one wants to destroy the "paradise" and overthrow a country, it is conceivable that the stronger the military force, the better.

With a small body like his, even though he relied on the extraordinary knowledge given by Cecil to quickly break through the third and fourth levels, his strength was still not enough in front of the sixth level.

As for his status and contribution among the shore keepers, Last did not think that he could surpass all the senior ones with just two short experiences in the night world.

He should have a rather mediocre resume in the organization.

"First, because you are the first immortal person I know of besides myself."

"I don't know, and I don't care, how you were able to keep yourself looking so young for a hundred years."

Cecil seemed to have guessed that Rast would ask this question a long time ago: "But I can use the prophetic night blade to explore your past, and the gravekeeper can also do it."

“They claim to be the caretakers of the tombs of civilizations and the tombstones of eras, standing above history.”

"In the eyes of the gravekeepers, they are not immortal species, but ordinary humans whose lifespan is no more than a hundred years... They are just insignificant grains of sand in history, dust that may be weathered by time at any time. There is no value in touching them."

"Second—"

Cecil's old eyes were fixed on Rast, like an old lion looking at a newborn cub in the tribe.

"Although it's just an imperceptible intuition, I feel something special from you."

"There are many powerful and firm elites in the organization. They are kind, upright, brave... they fit the world's fantasy of knights and heroes."

"But, heroes, brave men, and knights... they can only do things that are logical, just like in fairy tales and stories."

"But what we are facing now is by no means a simple situation like that in a fairy tale."

"Following the routine and making the right choices will ultimately lead to a dead end."

Cecil paused for a moment and said, "They, even myself, seem to be lacking something compared to you, something far more important than simply being strong."

"Some kind of hysterical, almost paranoid madness..."

"I can't tell what it is, or whether it's good or bad, but I'm willing to trust my intuition."

"Maybe--"

“You can do things that I never expected.”

……

There was a brief silence in the air.

After a moment, Luster interrupted the silence.

"it is good."

"However, before executing the plan to overthrow Paradise—"

"I want to see with my own eyes what the underworld country called "Paradise" is like... and whether it really needs to be destroyed."

"of course."

Cecil nodded: "Only when the shore guard sees it with his own eyes can he fulfill his duty."

"Also, there's no need to rush this plan. You should first improve your strength as much as possible at the headquarters, and then set off when everything is ready."

"In addition, you can also choose companions to go to Paradise with you during this period... Although they will not play a role in your contact with the gravekeeper, they can be of great help in the early stages."

"For example, the little girl named Gray."

"Although she is just a newcomer, her sequence level is very special. Even a sixth-level extraordinary person may not be able to hurt her."

"And she seems to know you. She should be able to give you a lot of help."

Rast responded and turned away.

Just as his figure was about to disappear outside the door, Cecil saw the other party suddenly stop.

"By the way, Leader, I have one last question to ask."

Cecil was stunned: "What's the problem?"

"Chief Cecil."

The boy paused for a moment.

"Speaking of which, are we... friends now?"

Such nonsensical words made Cecil burst out laughing.

"Of course, I don't have many friends left in the world—"