Mr. Death in the Steam World

The demon lord was destroyed by a miracle, the young man was also dead, and the remaining Society magicians were nothing but a rabble.

The monks of the church did not give them any chance.

Within a quarter of an hour, all the remaining members of the society who were still breathing were put in specially made magic-suppressing shackles and tied to the broken wall next to the ruins like a string of salted fish.

Arthur stood before the ruins of the warehouse, sheathed his longsword, and let out a long breath.

Despite experiencing many sensational events, at least the outcome was good; they won.

Although the bishop was seriously injured, his life was not in danger, and the captured members of the society were enough for the church to extract all the behind-the-scenes information.

As for the young man known as the mentor, the culprit who killed Thomas, he has become a cold, headless corpse.

This is already the best possible outcome.

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over the cultivators who were cleaning up the battlefield, and suddenly remembered something.

Mohn Marcus played a crucial role in this incident.

He was the first to notice the unusual cough, and he located the ceremony site in just a few hours.

Without him, the ritual would probably have been completed long ago. At that time, what would have descended would not have been just a demon lord, but a catastrophe capable of destroying the entire city of Kansas.

Both morally and logically, he should be the biggest contributor to this operation.

But where are they now?

Just then, a scream suddenly came from the back of the group.

"Someone has fallen!"

Arthur's heart tightened, and he pushed through the crowd and strode over.

Moen lay stiffly on the ground, his face pale, his eyes closed, and his chest not rising or falling.

Several cultivators squatted beside him, some checking his breath, others feeling his pulse, their expressions growing increasingly grim.

"Priest, his vital signs are extremely weak; he has almost stopped breathing and his heart is barely beating."

Arthur closed his eyes. In his spiritual vision, Moen's life force, though not dissipated, was extremely weak.

He stood up, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Carry him back to the church, find a quiet room to settle him in, and no one is allowed to move him without my permission."

Meanwhile, Moen's consciousness was suspended in a void.

There is no up, down, left, or right here; no boundary between light and darkness; and not even a sense of the passage of time.

His body felt light and airy, and before him was a blurry female figure.

She appeared in the Black Moon and crushed the arrogant demon lord with a single finger.

She was the one who helped him out of a predicament in the fairyland and gave him crucial hints during the Flower of the Other Shore incident.

It was she who had been watching his every move from the depths of the Death Note, like a spectator.

The two just stared at each other without saying a word.

Moen felt a little awkward, after all, it was the first time he had ever experienced standing face to face with a woman without saying a word.

He cleared his throat, deciding to strike first.

"Madam, are you the owner of that voice from the Death Note? Thank you for your help just now."

"No need for thanks. You are my master, and helping you is the only thing I should do."

Her voice remained as cool and aloof as when she was writing in the notebook.

"Oh, right, I just heard those priests calling you, Sharon..."

He stopped mid-sentence, his words caught in his throat.

Wait, what did those priests call her again? Daughter of the Black Moon? A deity?

And what did she just call herself? Master?

Moen opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again, his facial expression changing several times in just a few seconds.

He cautiously probed:

"Um, Ms. Sharon, is it alright if I call you that?"

Sharon nodded slightly.

"Why do you call me master?"

"You are the owner of the Death Note, so naturally you are my master, and also my agent."

This answer not only failed to dispel Moen's doubts, but actually made him even more confused.

"If that's the case, why did the notebook choose me? Also, I'm Chuanyue—"

He wanted to say those two words, to ask the question that was hidden deep in his heart.

But before he could finish speaking, an invisible force tightly covered his mouth.

Sharon looked at him quietly, without saying a word.

Moen sighed helplessly. The other party was unwilling to answer, and he couldn't force a god to speak.

Silence spread between the two.

After a long silence, Sharon suddenly spoke:

"My actions this time consumed most of the original spirit energy in the notebook."

"I won't be able to contact you again for a long time to come, so be careful."

She paused, seemingly considering her words.

"That demon lord is dead, there's no need to worry anymore."

"I used most of its life force to replenish what it had lost, but I left you a gift."

"What gift? Can I skip the riddle-solving machine? Hey!"

Before she could ask any further questions, Sharon had already waved her hand gently.

A gentle yet irresistible force surged from all directions, pushing his consciousness out of this void.

Silence returned to everything.

Suddenly, a black cat darted out.

Lucy wagged her tail and paced a few steps in front of Sharon.

"Destroying that demon is nothing to you, so why lie to him?"

Sharon's gaze fell on the black cat, and the cold expression on her face relaxed slightly.

"My intervention this time was already unexpected; I can't let him develop a habit of relying on me."

"If that's the case, why did you give him the gift?"

Sharon fell silent. Seeing this, Lucy chuckled and circled around her several times, her tail twitching.

"This isn't how she's supposed to be, so why is she pretending to be aloof!"

"If the other main gods knew that several eras had passed and the Daughter of the Black Moon had actually started acting aloof, I wonder how many times they would laugh at them—"

"Lucy!"

Sharon finally couldn't hold back her emotions any longer.

She reached out and pinched the black cat's mouth, squeezing its two furry cheeks together.

Lucy's four legs kicked wildly in the air, making muffled whimpering sounds, and her amber eyes were full of resentment.

If you can't win an argument, just cover your mouth! Get down!

Sharon released her grip, scooped the black cat into her arms, and gently scratched its chin with her fingers.

Lucy initially tried to struggle, but after being scratched a few times, she involuntarily let out a comfortable purring sound.

"This is just the beginning. My frequent interventions will only hasten the breaking of the seal, but you are different."

"Lucy, I allowed you to come out of the notebook, not so you could sit by his side and eat dried fish three times a day."

"Remember to keep a close eye on him, okay?"

Lucy stared at her with her round cat eyes, then her ears twitched and she let out a reluctant "meow".

The cat was indignant, but it tolerated it.

It was two days later when Moen opened his eyes from his sickbed at the Kansas church.