Night Journey

Chapter 123 Self
After finishing his conversation with Elton, Cillian sat in his chair, his gaze becoming vacant, seemingly looking away into the distance.

What kind of person do you want to become?

This is a question left behind by Nunn a long time ago.

During the tragedy at White Cliff Town, the final battle with the Deathbird, and his farewell to Tim, Cillian thought he had found his home, but now it seems that this is not the case...

All of Cillian's maturity and rationality stemmed from the grief and hatred in his heart.

Reality is like a pack of wolves chasing after him, forcing Cillian to run as fast as he can, or he will be mercilessly torn apart and devoured.

Running, running in a disheveled state or with unwavering determination.

Cillian remained silent.

Lost in a swamp of thoughts, he slowly clutched his chest, feeling the tremors and warmth beneath his skin.

Previously, Cillian's chest was burning with rage.

The flames were so intense that they ignited his soul and will, propelling his body forward with a roaring engine.

Kill the enemy, recuperate, and throw yourself back into the fight.

Like some kind of terrible cycle.

The turning point came when Tania died tragically before Cillian's eyes.

As the charred corpse disintegrated before his eyes, Cillian felt immense joy, and even his anger was somewhat calmed.

But that's where the problem lies.

The anger could no longer fill Cillian's heart; the fire left an emptiness where it could not reach.

It cannot be empty; it must be filled with something.

Cillian was powerless to do anything about it.

As a result, the vacant positions fostered a sense of confusion.

Good morning, Cillian.

Meifuni arrived, her hair still damp, and casually complained.

"The housekeeper said that the city hall is inspecting the river, and water and power outages are being cut off in batches in various districts. I haven't even dried my hair yet."

She sat down at the workstation next to Cillian and started rambling on and on.

"I've got the small optical matrix you need. It was retired from a certain brigade. It's worn out to some extent, and a few parts have problems."

Her voice gradually softened, almost whispering in Cillian's ear.

"The spirit craftsman you hired should be able to repair it, right? If he can't, I really can't help you. You know, this is a genuine controlled product."

"Ok?"

Mefuni looked at Cillian suspiciously.

Despite all that he had just said, Cillian remained completely unresponsive, his face blank.

Normally, as soon as Cillian sees me, he'll urge me about the components and excitedly discuss them with me for an entire morning.

"Are you... alright, Cillian?"

Maefuni moved her chair closer to Cillian.

Only then did Cillian come to his senses, blink, and subconsciously answer.

"Oh, I'm fine, just... a little lost."

"Huh? Confused!"

Mephoni's eyes sparkled; Cillian rarely showed his vulnerability.

Just as she was about to give chase, Cillian realized his mistake due to her overreaction and put his armor back on.

"What? Miss is quite interested?"

After becoming familiar with Maefuni, Cillian often teased her by calling her "Miss."

Meifuni wasn't angry, and asked curiously.

"Tell me about it."

"I... I'm so lost. How can I make money to repay your great kindness, Miss?"

Cillian took Maefuni's hand with a sincere and devout expression.

Meifuni froze, her expression shifting visibly from excitement to icy coldness.

"boring."

She shook off Cillian's hand and moved the chair away.

"Haha."

Cillian let out a triumphant laugh.

Similar power struggles often occur when the two are together.

Mefuni was so curious about what kind of person Cillian was that she relentlessly tried to break through his defenses, but each time Cillian calmly deflected her.

After seeing Maefuni off, Cillian finally had time to continue examining his own heart.

Feeling lost is a very subtle feeling.

It wasn't painful, nor did it make Cillian feel panicked. It was like having a stuffy nose from a cold—not fatal, but always uncomfortable.

For a few moments, he vaguely felt a similarity to Dai Lin.

"I don't quite understand this world."

Due to her limited language skills, Dai Lin did not describe this sense of alienation in detail.

As time went on, Cillian's feelings gradually became more concrete.

Like a fogged-up bathroom window, this glass tightly enveloped Cirien, blurring his vision, hearing, and sensations.

Reaching out, all you can touch is coldness and dampness.

Once, something terrible had been spreading through Cillian's heart, but now, a void within him was constantly collapsing, impossible to fill, as his rage burned away his enemies.

Cillian inadvertently caught a glimpse of Elton beside him.

Elton was extremely excited when he heard that he was also leaving Hull City and could take him with him.

Calculating sets of data on the paper, if Cillian's guess was correct, this should be one of his few personal assets.

If Elton and Cillian go together, security issues can be set aside for now, but at least the economic pressure will be greatly reduced.

"Thank you, Cillian."

Elton, full of anticipation, offered Cillian a cup of coffee. In truth, Cillian helped Elton not only to prevent his regret, but also for his own selfish reasons.

No one knows how many days Cillian will have to travel across the wilderness, or what he will encounter.

In the event of an accident and in need of assistance, the only way for Cillian to send messages to the outside world is through the Message technology, which can traverse the gray zone.

Cillian knew nothing about it, and even after thinking for a long time, Bruce's incomplete mind could only come up with some basic knowledge.

For safety reasons, Cillian's crew needs at least one communications officer, and Elton is well-suited for that role.

"call……"

Cillian took a sip of coffee and casually asked, "By the way, Elton, how's your radio show going? Any listener gatherings?"

"Not bad. Thanks to the story of the reverse falcon, things have taken a big turn for the better. As for the audience gathering, it was just held recently."

Elton spoke with confidence; this was one of the few times in his life that he had realized his self-worth.

"Oh, when is the next get-together? I'm also very interested in the story of the Reverse Falcon."

"I'm not so sure about next time... Are you coming? I'll let you know in advance."

"Okay."

Cillian was much happier to receive Elton's approval.

A gathering of listeners?

Cillian didn't care about such things, and he was even less interested in the story of the Reverse Falcon... He had already seen the Reverse Falcon with his own eyes and had been chased all night.

What he really cares about are Paul and Wensey.

joy.

After leaving White Cliff, aside from hunting down his enemies, Cillian experienced genuine happiness for the first time, thanks to Paul and Wensey.

Cillian felt that the answer to the emptiness in his heart lay with them.

He wanted to see the couple he had blessed again.

If that really counts as a blessing.

After figuring out what was going to happen next, Cillian felt much more relaxed and reached out to touch the corner of Mefuni's table.

"Hey, Miss, what's for afternoon tea today?"

"You won't get any!"

Maefuni grabbed the box, slapped Cillian's hand away, and made a face.

At that moment, Daelin walked over looking exhausted, stood behind Cillian, and put his hands on his shoulders.

"Cillian, your request from a while ago has been approved. The meeting is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon."

Dai Lin said, looking down at him.

"Chief Rolf will be waiting for you at his residence in the inner city."

Hearing this, Cillian breathed a sigh of relief.

The attack by the Reverse Falcon didn't have a significant impact on Cirion; at most, he would no longer be able to act as the Reverse Falcon.

And, always be wary of the arrival of the Reverse Falcon.

"I can't let the Reverse Falcon interfere with my business. If they really come knocking, I'll just die in front of them."

Cillian comforted himself in the same way he had described above.

He and Reverse Falcon had no irreconcilable conflicts, nor were they mortal enemies facing each other head-on.

Throughout, Cillian's only enemy was the Claw.

He is still pursuing clues about the enemies of Chaos, searching for the unseen figure lurking within the City Guard.

Cillian learned about Tania's destiny from her, and also learned from Bruce that this destiny had a certain flaw.

Unfortunately, despite knowing so much, the clues are still vague, and there is no clear direction.

After repeatedly hitting walls, Cillian finally set his sights on Rolf.

As the chief technical officer of Hel City, and a spirit craftsman from the Myriad Veins · Knot System Forging Court, his experience must surpass that of everyone else. Perhaps he knows something about the Giant God · Sleeping Lord.

Cillian understood Rolf's attitude—he didn't want to get involved in the conflict anymore, and he didn't want to see Cillian, this troublesome person.

He didn't dare to visit rashly, so he asked Dalin to send an invitation on behalf of the City Guard Bureau. Now that Rolf has accepted the invitation, it seems like a good start.

After informing Cillian, Dalin turned and went upstairs to the second floor, arriving at the director's office.

Taking a deep breath and making ample mental preparations, Dai Lin put on a flawless expression and knocked on the door.

A moment later, De Karl's voice came from inside the room.

"Please come in."

Behind the door, De Karl was sitting at his desk working on documents, just like any other day, with almost no difference.

Dai Lin stood there stunned for a moment, then blinked hard.

"What's wrong, Dailin?"

De Karl asked without looking up.

"No...it's nothing, I just have a strange feeling."

Dai Lin sat down and said easily, "Many years ago, when I joined the company, you were working behind your desk like this. So many years have passed, and it seems like nothing has changed."

Regardless of how the public views De Karl, in the eyes of the vast majority of his employees, he was a good leader.

He is easy-going and has no selfish desires. Even after serving for so long, his office remains exactly as it was when he first took office. Even at his age, he does not consider family matters. He has no wife or children and has dedicated almost his entire life to the city of Hull.

"How could that be? The office hasn't changed much, but I have changed a lot."

De Karl stopped writing, touched his temples, and noticed fine strands of white hair mixed in with his hair.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Oh, this document needs to be signed and sealed by you."

Dai Lin placed the documents he was holding onto the table.

"Follow-up documents regarding the handling of Hua He's body should be classified into the Level 3 archives according to the classification system."

"A level-three archive?"

Decal picked up the document, glanced at it briefly, and replied.

"Alright, I'll personally seal it."

(End of this chapter)