Night Journey

Chapter 97 What Should Be Done
When Bruce and his companions arrived at the vertical farm at the agreed time, the battle was already over.

Under Cirion's brutal offensive and meticulously planned series of explosions, the entire vertical farm has been reduced to ruins.

The river water seeped out from the cracks in the dome, gathering at the bottom of the ruins to form a huge lake.

Numerous building ruins and countless corpses are submerged in the water, along with a large amount of mycelium floating on the surface. In some corners, fireworks are still burning stubbornly, and it is unknown how long they will continue. Faintly, one can also hear some painful cries and groans.

"..."

Faced with all this, Dalin and Anya fell into a deep silence.

They had anticipated all sorts of possibilities, but when they actually faced it all, the overwhelming smell of blood and burnt flesh still made them feel suffocated.

death.

This place is filled with death and despair, like a projection of hell onto reality, devoid of any tenderness or pity.

"Oh, you are here."

A leisurely greeting rang out, and a figure strolled towards them.

It's Cillian.

By this time, he had put his six-eyed winged helmet back on, his upper garment almost burned to ashes, revealing a body covered in scars and bloodstains. He gripped the Boiling Sword in one hand and grabbed the woman's hair with the other, roughly dragging her across the ground.

As they drew nearer, the two men finally saw the woman's pitiful state.

Her hair was disheveled, her body was covered in blood and filth, and her chest had been brutally ripped open, the horrific wound still bleeding, almost tearing her chest apart.

The woman already had one arm missing, and now both her legs had been severed by Cirion.

Thanks to the high temperature carried by the boiling sword, the flesh was charred together as it cut the wound, which actually helped stop the bleeding.

Cillian noticed the worry in their eyes and began to explain.

"Relax, she is a second-level transcendent being after all, and she also possesses the power of chaos. This injury won't kill her."

The severe injuries and the drain on her body from the forbidden technique caused the woman to faint. Her breath was weak, but her heart was still beating.

Cillian looked up and asked, "So... is the room for our date ready?"

"Ready? I'll take you there."

Dailin nodded, looked back at the ruins, and asked, "What should we do here? Should we let it rot and decay, or should we notify the city guard bureau and ask them to deal with it?"

"No, neither."

Cillian glanced at Bruce. "The circulatory system hasn't completely collapsed yet. Leave the rest to Bruce."

Bruce sat up straight, its tail held high, clearly having been eagerly anticipating what was about to happen.

"The Invisible Ones can stop us, but can they stop the entire city? It's time to make more people aware of the Invisible Ones' existence and the potential crisis in Hull City."

"I'd like to know, by then, will the Invisible Ones still be able to hide?" Cillian said jokingly.

……

It was another early morning when Meifuni woke up slowly. The sky outside the window was just beginning to lighten, and the lighthouse was still lit, illuminating the streets in a golden glow.

"what……"

Meifuni covered her head, the echoes of the nightmare lingering in her thoughts, making her head throb with pain.

Ever since she witnessed the body hanging in the square that day, Mafoni has had frequent nightmares, but in her dreams she doesn't see the gruesome corpse, but rather Ciri's solemn words.

"You can maintain an innocent and kind heart when facing this world, but one day you will face the most real cruelty, and I hope you will be prepared for that time."

Meifuni clenched her fist tightly, then slowly relaxed it.

For a long time, Maefuni was clearly aware of the kind of world she lived in.

She was powerless to change such a world and could only compromise.

But Meghanie still loves her innocent self.

"But this is reality, not a fairy tale...and there is no such thing as a fairy tale..."

Meifuni sat on the bed for a long time before slowly getting up to wash and change.

She hadn't gone for a morning run in a while, and all her joints felt like they were rusted shut, making her feel uncomfortable all the time.

When it comes to accepting reality, Maefuni still doesn't know how, but she always comforts herself by saying that she is still young and has plenty of time.

As for now, it's time to start over.

After putting on her workout clothes and protective gear, Meifuni left home.

Even though she had only rested for a short while, the familiar road felt somewhat strange to her.

The once tidy streets are now littered with scattered trash, and some homeless people are huddled in corners, still asleep from hunger and cold.

Between the streetlights and railings, various flags have been hung by someone, and huge graffiti patterns have been painted on the exterior walls of the buildings.

Meifuni stopped and looked up.

Those were six narrow, pale eyes.

This is the mark of the Reverse Falcon, its six blazing white eyes appearing in the mist.

The return of the Falcon caused a stir in the city of Hel. In this time of despair, people placed their hopes on this frail figure, hoping that he could eradicate all the chaos lurking in the city as before.

Her slowed pace quickened again, and Mefone ran along the river. Of the three rivers flowing through Hull, the Merchant River was always full of passing boats, while the Grey River was murky and emitted a foul stench from time to time.

In comparison, Meifuni prefers to jog along the Flower River in the morning.

In the misty morning air, amidst the rushing water, countless flower petals drifted downstream, carrying an intoxicating fragrance…

In a bizarre world, such beauty always seems all the more precious.

"Ha ha……"

Meifuni stopped running and waited a few days before going back. Her body wasn't used to it, so she sat down on the riverbank.

"Oh, you've arrived?"

A kind voice rang out from the side as an elderly man, who was also jogging in the morning, passed by.

Meifuni didn't know his name, and the old man didn't know Meifuni either. The two just happened to meet by chance in the early morning and would exchange a few words from time to time.

"Uh-huh."

Meifuni explained, "I was a bit busy with work the past few days, so I didn't come for my morning run."

"That's good."

The old man slowed his pace and asked with concern, "I thought something had happened to you."

"No, no."

Meifuni shook her head and thanked the old man for his kindness, "Thank you."

"Haha, then I'll continue."

The old man chuckled twice and continued running forward.

Meifuni rested for a while, recalling the conversation she had just had. The concern from the stranger lessened the gloom in her heart.

"Phew, time to continue, Mafenny."

Meifuni talked to herself and started walking.

The old man's figure appeared ahead. He stopped in place, gazing at the flower river beside him, seemingly looking at something.

As Meifuni brushed past him, she said playfully, "You're behind."

The old man remained silent, his gaze fixed intently on the river.

Meifuni first noticed his unusual behavior, and then she smelled it.

The fragrance that once lingered over the flower-lined river has vanished, replaced by a foul stench, as if tons of corpses were rotting and fermenting, giving off a murky, bloody smell.

Meifuni slowly walked to the riverbank and looked out at the river with the old man.

Once, Huahe River was surrounded by colorful flowers, their petals dancing lightly with the flowing water.

Now, the river is covered with countless broken corpses... mutilated arms, torsos with exposed white bones at the cuts, and legs that look like they've been brutally torn off and are twisted and deformed.

The mangled flesh was soaking in the river, swaying and colliding with each other as the water flowed. The muscle tissue was turned outwards, revealing the tangled blood vessels and fascia inside.

The once clear river water became murky, with dark red blood and pale yellow pus mixing together to form disgusting stains that spread rampantly across the river surface.

On both sides of the riverbank, numerous severed limbs and remains had already piled up, some washed white by the river water, and some still bearing fresh bloodstains.

A foul stench permeated the air, strong and pungent. Even with one's mouth and nose covered, the smell still seeped into the nasal cavity, making one's stomach churn and causing them to gag. The entire scene...

Meifuni stared at the scene before her, her mind blank.

The old man was the first to snap out of his daze, and he walked unsteadily down the riverbank to a mutilated corpse.

Mefuni snapped out of her daze and said nervously, "Be careful, there might be chaotic contamination!"

"It's fine."

The old man's face was ashen as he solemnly said, "I am an extraordinary being, only I am too old."

As he spoke, he activated the source energy within his body to ensure his safety.

Meifuni nodded and followed cautiously. After the impact of that day at the memorial square, she was much more accepting of flesh and corpses.

The old man gently peeled back the pile of corpses, a look of doubt on his face.

He could sense the remnants of chaotic power in this river of corpses, but he couldn't understand what had caused all of this to happen.

Until something shiny washed ashore.

The old man bent down and picked it up from the murky river water.

At first, he wore an expression of disbelief, but then the gloom between his brows disappeared, replaced by a sense of nostalgia and...joy.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "It's alright, child, it's alright."

Meifuni couldn't understand this sudden change, and she couldn't comprehend how the old man could laugh in front of this mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

"I think the previous news was just someone trying to create a fuss and shift the blame."

The old man raised the cold iron feather in his hand and murmured.

"So you really came back..."

(End of this chapter)