Night Journey

Chapter 106 Nonsense
Ciri pushed open the iron gate, and a wave of heat hit him, followed by a nauseating stench that made him want to vomit.

Covering his mouth and nose, Cillian cautiously stepped inside.

Tania's body, from the inside out, was completely burned into a charred mess, shrinking and collapsing into a deformed state.

“That’s not right,” Cillian said, circling around and looking you over. “According to the calculations, you should have lasted at least a few hours, how come it’s so fast… Oh, right.”

Cillian was so engrossed in his conversation with Daelin that he ignored the feedback from the Ouroboros Seal. At the same time, he remembered Tania's wailing and screaming at him.

Cillian's blood is poisonous.

Once it seeps into the body of the Chaos Enemy, it cannot be diluted or eliminated, and will continue to burn, bringing both physical and mental phantom pain.

Unable to determine whether this was some kind of bloodline mutation or some unknown power, Cillian could only simply and crudely regard it as a basic characteristic of the Holy Blood of the Torchbearer.

Clearly, Cirien did not take this into account when calculating Tania's death ritual.

It was also thanks to Tania that Cillian realized the power attached to the blood at some point.

"You're lucky; your suffering ended so quickly."

Cillian knocked a piece of carbon from Tania's chest and carefully kept it.

He planned to put it with Valerie's teeth when he got home, as some kind of collectible.

If someone comes to visit and asks about the origin of these things...

Cillian hasn't finished writing the story yet.

"Just throw it down like that? Is that really okay?"

Cillian dragged Tania's charred remains to the edge of the platform where he had chatted with Daelin earlier. The clouds and mist were still rolling, and who knew what lay below?

“Just throw it away,” Dai Lin said. “Anyway, this thing will disintegrate in mid-air, and it might even break into a huge pile of debris that can’t be pieced back together.”

"That's true, other methods are quite troublesome."

Cillian nodded and casually tossed the charred remains down, as if he were just tossing away a bag of trash.

"Alright, it's time for us to leave this awful place."

Cillian wiped the sweat from his brow and complained, "It's hot, noisy, and cramped. How do the spirit craftsmen get used to this kind of life?"

"Do the craftsmen need to get used to it? They all want to become one with the machines," Dale said casually. "This godforsaken place might be like heaven to them."

Cillian, with a wild and imaginative thought, wondered, "Could this be considered some kind of fetish?"

Dalyn's curiosity was piqued as well. "I don't know, have you asked Bruce?"

"I didn't dare ask, because it would bite me, and it would bite and not let go."

"Forehead……"

The two chatted idly as they walked down floor after floor, until they finally left the Lighthouse and saw that the sky was just beginning to lighten, and it was already dawn of another day.

Cillian gained a tremendous amount of feedback from this brutal slaughter, and his strength was further enhanced even though he had just advanced in rank.

Even without knowing the normal pace of his destiny's progress, Cillian realized that his strength had increased far too quickly.

It wasn't just the blessing bestowed by the Ouroboros Seal, but also the strange affinity the Sea of ​​Origin had for him; it was as if all the forces were urging Cirion to grow stronger quickly.

Cillian reminded him, "Remember to keep my promotion a secret for me."

"of course."

Dai Lin patted his chest.

Cillian hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Isn't my advancement a bit too fast for my age?"

"It's not just fast, it took me several years just to advance from Rank 1 to Rank 2..."

Dalyn suddenly realized that he had never asked Cillian when he became the torchbearer.

Cillian pressed on, "I got promoted very quickly? You didn't mention that before."

"What's there to mention?"

Dai Lin said matter-of-factly, "I don't know the specific promotion process for you Torchbearers, but with your noble bloodline, isn't it normal for you to be promoted faster?"

"Okay... okay."

Cillian realized that Dalyn was so good at filling in the gaps in his thinking that he could convince himself of many logical flaws without having to find them himself.

Dalin is an easy guy to fool, but the others aren't, especially Anya.

Back on the ground, the cool morning breeze blew on Ciri's still-damp sweat, bringing him a chill. The vertical farm, under Ciri's powerful assault, was utterly destroyed; hundreds of tons of river water swept up countless corpses, hurling them along the dense network of pipes onto the Flower River.

Large numbers of corpses piled up on both sides of the riverbank, floating on the water.

Due to the chaotic contamination left by the corpses, the city sanitation bureau's cleanup work was extremely difficult. They blocked the streets and blocked the waterways, gathered the corpses together, purified them, and then burned them.

All departments in Hull City were mobilized, even though they had recently had many disagreements and were hostile to each other.

But today, under external threats, they have no choice but to unite and clean up the mess as quickly as possible.

"Why! Why is there so much chaotic power in Hel City!"

Someone was holding a flag and shouting in the street.

Previously, many people had stood on the streets constantly exaggerating the threat of chaos and urging citizens to be more vigilant.

At that time, the citizens were living in a false sense of comfort, ignoring their warnings and instead mocking their unfounded worries.

But as countless corpses surfaced, those who had once mocked them became their most fervent followers.

The streets were noisy and chaotic, and the sheriffs struggled to maintain order. Men and women shouted incoherently and draped flags over their bodies. In the end, it looked like an absurd performance art piece.

Cillian watched all of this with indifference.

Dalyn asked, "Cillian, what are your plans next?"

"Wait, wait patiently."

Cillian replied slowly, "We have laid the threat of Chaos completely out in the open. As long as the city council wants to continue controlling Hel City, they cannot stand idly by."

"Similarly, the Claws can no longer lie in wait silently in Hel City. Whatever they want to do, they don't have much time left."

"The show's about to start," Cillian joked.

Dalin nodded, confirming Cillian's idea, and then he said...

"I'm more worried about you than these things."

"what happened?"

Cillian leaned against the wall, watching the commotion not far away. Some young people were shouting something before being knocked to the ground by the sheriff.

Daelin lowered his voice, "You're not just Cillian now, you're also... the Reverse Falcon."

“Using the identity of Reverse Falcon is a risky move,” Dalin explained. “You can completely disrupt Hel City, but don’t forget that Reverse Falcon has quite a few enemies in Hel City.”

Cillian raised an eyebrow. "I thought Reverse Falcon had killed all his enemies."

"He only killed those who dared to raise their swords against him. As for those cowards who cowered... would you care about a bunch of scared idiots?"

“Of course I will!” Cillian retorted. “How can you not kill your opponent just because he’s a piece of trash? That’s incredibly disrespectful!”

"what?"

"What's wrong with that? A true battle should be fought honorably, without scruples, and filled with love and glory!"

Cillian started spouting nonsense.

"Even killing trash has its own kind of fun. For example, watching him tremble and cry uncontrollably before he dies is a disgusting sight. In order to survive, he might even reveal the color of his underwear from yesterday."

It was bad enough that Cillian was spouting nonsense, but Daelin actually joined in.

"Why is it the color of yesterday's underwear?"

"Asking about the color of my underwear today would seem very strange. As for why it's the color of my underwear, that's not important. What I'm trying to say is that I'll answer any question in order to survive."

"Using the color of underwear as an example is still a bit too strange."

Cillian frowned. "I say, it's weird that you keep harping on the color of your underwear!"

Seeing that the criticism was directed at him, Dai Lin raised his voice.

"But you're the one who brought this up!"

"It's you who's clinging to this relentlessly!"

The two chatted back and forth, their figures growing smaller and smaller on the street. The surrounding noise continued, with people waving flags, smashing glasses, and sheriffs whistling harshly.

The radio from the corner café played the host's voice.

"Good morning, listeners. A new day has begun in Hull City..."

(End of this chapter)