Night Journey

Chapter 101 The Only Solution [Thanks to Roaring Wind and Moon, the Alliance Leader]

"Giant God...Sleeping Lord."

Ciri suddenly felt a splitting headache, and then realized that this was not the first time he had heard the name of the giant god, the Sleeping Lord.

On the day White Cliff Town was destroyed, when the Deathbird released the forbidden technique Threshold Release, Nuen was shocked by the reappearance of this power, while the Deathbird mocked him in the name of the Sleeping Lord.

Yes, I had heard of the existence of the Sleeping Lord back then, but I ignored it because of the veil of oblivion, until it was revealed to me today.

Cillian remained silent for a long time, gleaning a key information from the fragmented pieces of data.

"Since the veil of the Sleeping Lord covers everyone, Tania, through whom did you pass through the veil?"

Cillian's question left Tania's mind blank.

"Yes...who told me these things?"

Tania racked her brains trying to recall, almost scouring her entire memory, but she still couldn't find out exactly when she became aware of all this.

"It seems you've passed through this veil, but are now trapped by another one."

Cillian analyzed the situation, "You come from the Destiny Path, even though you have long since betrayed the Weaver of Fate... I can't understand how you could possibly access the power of the Sleeping Lord."

"unless……"

A blurry, indistinct outline appeared before Ciri's eyes—the invisible figure lurking within the City Guard.

"Unless there is another member of the Claws who comes from the Path of Destiny and is using this power to hide silently in the City Guard Bureau."

He became more and more excited as he spoke, his eyes sparkling.

"To facilitate the operation, he pulled you out from behind the curtain, making you aware of the Sleeping Lord's presence, but at the same time, he concealed his own information."

Yes, so that's how it is.

Cillian excitedly stepped forward, grabbed Tania's hand, and shook it firmly.

"Thank you so much for your cooperation."

In an instant, all the past blood feuds and debts vanished, leaving only Cillian, who was overwhelmed with gratitude for the new clues he had obtained.

Fortunately, this absurd scene didn't last long. Cillian walked around Tania in circles, looking puzzled.

"Is there anything else to ask?"

Ciri stopped in front of Tania, leaned down and stared at her, muttering to himself.

"There's really nothing more to ask."

Tania felt a wave of despair, realizing she was no longer of any value to Cillian and death was imminent. At the same time, she also felt a sense of relief.

Finally, this long ordeal is about to end.

Cillian dragged over a chair, with the back facing Tania, and sprawled out on it in a relaxed and comfortable posture.

“Tanya, you are much more compliant than I expected. As a reward, I can give you a chance.”

Cillian swore with a smile.

"I'll ask you one last question. If you can answer it, I'll let you go, okay?"

Tania said weakly, "Stop teasing me..."

"No, no, no, I'm not joking. I really intend to let you go."

Cillian continued, “In the end, you’re just a nobody who goes with the flow. My real enemies are the guys behind you.”

"So, whether I kill you or not doesn't really matter. Just like those guys I took care of in the vertical farm, I don't know their names, and I didn't even see what they looked like."

Life may seem precious, but it's actually not that great.

Ciri paused for a moment, lowered his voice, and said slowly and deliberately.

"The final question."

Tania, what do you think you destroyed that night?

Tania stared wide-eyed, not understanding this simple yet complex question.

"What...what did we...destroy?"

The burning sensation inside my body intensified again; every blood vessel, every inch of muscle, every bone... they were all silently smoldering.

Tania was tied to the stake and burned alive.

"We destroyed Baiya Town!"

she screamed.

"You killed the people you loved!"

She confessed loudly.

"All that was beautiful has been burned to ashes!"

Cillian, expressionless, picked at his ear and sighed helplessly.

"Sorry, wrong answer."

Tania froze for a moment, then screamed hysterically, "No, give me one more chance, we...we destroyed..."

Tania was at a loss for words halfway through her sentence.

Yes, what should we say?

He had already recounted everything that had been destroyed, but Cillian was still not satisfied. So what else had been destroyed besides that?

Tania couldn't understand it, and she never had the chance to understand it.

Cillian made a final adjustment to the infusion rate and opened the tightly closed door.

He stood behind the door and spoke to the despairing Tania.

"Don't be afraid, Tania, I'm right outside the door with you, so you're not alone."

He glanced down at his pocket watch and continued.

"I had planned to play with you for one or two weeks, but that would be too time-consuming... Thank you again for your cooperation, which gives me a reason to show you a little bit of mercy."

Cillian's face was full of smiles, and his tone was as respectful as that of a waiter.

"Relax, it should be over in six to eight hours."

"Through Tania's tears and despair," Cillian said gently.

"Make the most of the little time you have left."

The iron gate closed tightly, and the sound stopped abruptly, though Tania's screams could still be faintly heard.

"Phew... It's really hot in there, like a steamer."

Cillian, who had just been acting like a psychopath, was now acting as if nothing had happened, rolling up his sleeves and wiping away sweat.

He slowly sat down against the iron gate, his body gradually going limp until he lay flat on the ground. The metal floor hurt his back; it was cold and damp to the touch, and had a noticeable bulge.

This wasn't a suitable place to lie down and rest, but Cillian was so tired that he didn't have the energy to find a comfortable place, not to mention that he planned to check on Tania's condition in a few hours.

If possible, Cillian also planned to chip some charcoal off the charred corpse as a memorial.

As for now.

Cillian finally had time to review the entire battle and tally up his gains.

So he squinted his eyes, meditated to regain his strength, and began to think.

First, what Cillian sensed was the change in the concentration of his own soul essence. He didn't know exactly how many people he had killed, but clearly, the Ouroboros Seal was extremely satisfied with it.

As soon as Xilian advanced to the second rank, the concentration of soul essence in his blood reached an astonishing 12.5%.

If this rate continues, in just a few days, Cillian will be able to consider forging wondrous creations, transcending mortality, and ascending to the status of a giant...

Kidding.

Cillian knew all too well the insatiable greed of the Ouroboros Seal; it was like a discerning gourmet who would only savor the first bite of any delicacy, the one that best captured its essence.

If Cirion pleases it with the deaths of ten people, then next time Cirion will present it with the heads of a hundred and the bones of a thousand.

In other words, if Cillian wants to make such great progress again, he will have to cut off the head of at least one Rank 3, or hundreds or thousands of Rank 2.

Looking back, Ciri has slain the first Oathbreaker, the Chaos Cultist, the wicked offspring, the Chaos creature…

Like collecting illustrations, each time Boiling Sword slays an enemy it has never encountered before, it will bring a significant boost to Cirion.

"What the hell? Are you collecting some kind of achievement?"

Cillian was puzzled, then added to himself, "I'm quite interested too."

Cillian didn't find the demanding requirements of the Ouroboros Seal difficult. He saw it as a game where challenges made it fun; otherwise, it would just be a boring formality that would only bore people.

In addition to improving his own strength, Cillian also obtained a lot of important information, especially about the giant god, the Sleeping Lord.

Although Tania had passed through the veil, she only had a general understanding of the Sleep Lord's power and could not provide Cirion with more specific information.

But with this basic information, Cillian had already constructed a plan for action against the Unseen.

The invisible can erase others' memories and interfere with their cognition, thus perfectly hiding themselves. However, the problem is that they seem to be able to only interfere with conscious beings and cannot interfere with the cold reality.

Just as an accountant uses numerical calculations to determine market changes, Cillian cannot directly observe the Invisible One, but he can indirectly trace its existence through various pieces of information and find its shadow.

What exactly do you want to do?

Cillian had just started thinking about it when he laughed at his own stupidity.

What can evil and wicked creatures possibly want to do?

It's nothing more than the same old stuff: destroying city-states and expanding the dark world.

Why am I so conflicted?

No matter what kind of offensive or conspiracy they faced, the only solution Ciri could think of was to cut off their heads.

There are no extra options, only a single ironclad rule.

—The only solution.

(End of this chapter)