Lord of Cinder in American Comics

"My job is to return those who have strayed into this world to their original place at the Firelink Shrine, just like Logan. If we encounter any that pose a threat to the world, we'll eliminate them."

"And bearing such a responsibility requires a certain understanding of various worlds. For example, Hell, or the mutant universe..."

At this point, Stark became interested in Logan's universe and asked about stories of mutants.

"Mutants, that's a world with a history similar to this one, yet different..."

Ash slowly recounts stories about mutants, even giving some reboot stories to Stark and Cassell.

Kassel diligently wrote down the stories he heard, using them as inspiration for his future.

Stark, listening to the story and noticing the similarities in the events, became even more worried.

For some inexplicable reason, Stark uttered a sentence: "The history of the world is always similar..."

Ash understood Stark's meaning, but hesitated to continue. Worlds with different histories also exist, such as a zombie universe, a Deadpool carnage universe, or even the existence of Captain Hydra…

These are not good stories to tell Stark. If Stark hears these stories, he might become even more depressed and cause some kind of infinite universe chaos.

He pulled a huge encyclopedia from his backpack and threw it at Stark, who was looking down.

This enormous encyclopedia is nearly half a meter long, with a bronze-etched statue of a person on the cover. The edges of the cover are secured with thick silver rivets.

The books were already worn from being turned over so many times, but their heavy weight still made Stark feel the strain on his arms.

"This is the Braille Bible of Kalim. It records a part of the world's story and has a calming effect. You can take a look at it when you have time."

As Ash explained, Stark opened the holy book.

However, upon opening it, Stark was somewhat bewildered by the book, which was entirely written in Braille.

Although it is Braille, it is completely different from the Braille used on Earth.

Stark looked at Ashe with a hint of helplessness and said, "Then how am I supposed to understand it?"

"Ahem, the Fire Keeper can translate and explain it to you. I learned it from someone else."

Sensing the implication in Ash's words, Stark didn't press for details about who the other person was, but he was certain it wasn't the Fire Keeper present.

Stark exchanged a smile with Cassell, who had also noticed the implication in Ash's words, and then grabbed Ash's braid.

Stark had been waiting for an opportunity since Ashe had dirt on him, and now Ashe had finally brought him in.

As for who Ash learned from, we'll find out eventually by subtly inquiring about it.

He handed the heavy Kalim Bible to Pepper, asking her to keep it safe and study it later when she had the chance.

The three people now gathered around the campfire were like children, roasting marshmallows, drinking onion liqueur, and boasting to each other about how great they were.

## Chapter 97: Logan's All-Night Slaughter (Bonus Chapter for the First Reader)

After talking for a short while, the exhausted people went to rest.

Fortunately, after the sacrificial site was renovated, there were enough rooms for them to rest, so that everyone would not have to sleep in damp and dark places.

No one chose to leave at this time, after all, with so many orcs outside, the Firelink Shrine was arguably the safest place in New York.

Ash, holding the Fire Keeper, sat on the steps beside the campfire, just as she had for the past hundred years.

And so the next day arrived.

After collecting souls all night, Ash was filled with joy as she watched the number increase. Although these souls added very little to her own strength, as long as the Fire Keeper was there, they could help improve the strength of others.

Stepping out of the sacrificial site, Ash realized that the situation outside was completely different from the night before.

Tents of all sizes were neatly arranged below the path to the sacrificial site, and the community residents began their new day in an orderly manner.

There were only two or three guards on the wall. The people who were supposed to be on top defending against the shooting were gathered together, seemingly discussing something.

Only when I got closer could I hear Leslie and John Smith loudly proclaiming something.

"He's been out all night. I'm betting he can hold out for another hour at 1 to 1, for three hours at 1 to 5, and for another day at 1 to 20..."

Leslie was standing around a sheet of paper with various odds divisions drawn on it, explaining the different odds. John Smith, on the other hand, was acting as the cash register.

Snow walked over with the sandwiches he had just made that morning, handed one to Ash, and said, "They're betting on how long that cool guy from last night can last."

'Who can persist for how long? What can one persist for how long?'

Before Ash could react, Snow continued, "He's been killing all night, finishing up all the killers' work. Some of the cowards have even asked Leslie to sell their properties in the neighborhood."

Ash suddenly remembered that Logan had left the Firelink Shrine last night and then disappeared without a trace. Ash realized who was at the center of this gamble.

Quietly approaching Leslie, he asked in a low voice, "What are the odds if he finishes in five minutes?"

Leslie pointed to the middle of the odds table, where there wasn't a single penny. Without turning his head, he loudly declared, "Someone else is betting on the five-minute bet. From last night until this morning, people have been placing bets on this five-minute bet, but no one has been able to win. So I've decided to adjust the odds for the five-minute bet to one to one hundred."

Leslie's loud and proud words undoubtedly reflected her confidence in witnessing Logan's relentless killing of enemies throughout the night.

However, after he finished speaking, he realized that no one around him was cheering as usual. John Smith was even giving him repeated winks, signaling him to look behind him.

Leslie tensed instantly, realizing who had managed to freeze this group of assassins in shock.

Ash then stepped out from behind Leslie, took out a huge piece of gold, and handed it to Leslie.

"There's not enough space on the table, it won't fit. I'll hold it down for five minutes."

Foolishly reaching out to take the gold, Leslie was knocked to the ground by its weight, bending over and lying on top of it, staring blankly at Ash.

However, after placing her bet, Ash turned and walked towards the wall.

Snow also took out all the change he had and put it on Leslie, saying, "I'll call too, for five minutes."

Ash opened the brass gate in the wall and left the sacrificial grounds.

Beyond the wall lay a world of severed limbs and broken bodies. All sorts of limbs were scattered haphazardly across the area. One can only imagine how pleased Grek, the limb setter, would be to see such a sight.

Carefully navigating the shattered limbs, Ash made her way down the path until she found Logan, who was fighting fiercely outside.

Logan alone pushed the front line outwards by several hundred meters. At this moment, the orcs were trapped in a forest by Logan alone.

Logan in the forest truly resembled a wolverine, running and leaping through the trees, hunting down any orc that dared to approach.

However, the mindless orcs, though initially intimidated by Logan's carnage and imposing presence, quickly forgot their fear and charged forward to their deaths.

Logan leaped down from a tree. His hands parted, steel claws extending from between his fingers. Using gravity, he cleaved the two pangolin-like beastmen from head to toe.

Nothing can withstand the hardness and sharpness of Adamantium.

Ash just watched as Logan relentlessly slaughtered anyone who dared to approach, and he really didn't know what to say.

This man, who was not good at expressing himself, did his best to repay Ash for the help she provided.

Although this small amount of help consisted of only providing a communication tool and a small amount of money.

But Logan went outside the walls and slaughtered the orcs all night long. With his killing spree, the assassins were so bored they could brag and gamble.

Ash was both moved and sentimental. He could only conjure a lightning spear and then plant it in the ground.

Yellow lightning spread along the damp soil and climbed onto the orcs in the forest.

Within milliseconds, the beastmen in the forest collapsed, their bodies stiff.

Logan was stunned to see the orcs fall. Despite his immense power and the agility of a wolverine, he still couldn't find Ash. Even though the air was filled with the sour stench of the orcs and the stench of blood, there was no trace of Ash.

Ash walked to a prominent spot and waved to Logan in greeting.

"Logan, it's time for breakfast."

Ash stood casually by the edge of the woods, chewing on the sandwich Snow had given him.

Seeing the orcs in the forest fall, Logan realized it was Ash's doing. He slowly withdrew the steel blade from between his fingers and walked towards Ash.

Ash quickly stuffed the sandwich into her mouth and led Logan back to the sacrificial site.

He didn't say anything to thank Logan because Logan didn't need thanks; he was simply repaying the help and kindness of others in his own way.

The crowd that had just been gathered together making bets had all dispersed. Only Leslie remained, clutching the gold jewelry, looking utterly devastated.

With odds of 1 to 100, the gold Ash had bet was simply too much for Leslie to move on his own. Leslie could already foresee how much work he would have to do over the next fifty years to pay off that debt.

Snow stood beside her, counting a small wad of cash in her hand. She had bet a small amount; with the money on the table, she could afford to pay it all out.

Upon seeing Ash arrive, Leslie straightened up, preparing to face her fate.

"What are you still standing there for? Go prepare some breakfast. You relied on someone to kill you all night. Shouldn't you thank them properly?"

Seeing that Leslie remained motionless, Ash urged her to prepare breakfast. Leslie, however, stared at the gold artifacts at her feet, looking at Ash with a resolute expression.

"Never mind, you don't need to pay for it. Consider the gold a reward. Just remember to clean up this area."

## Chapter 98: The Return of the Onion (Bonus Chapter for Donations During the New Book Launch)

Leslie breathed a sigh of relief, followed by ecstasy. This piece of gold would be enough for him to live a life of comfort from now on.

Despite trying to keep herself from jumping up, Leslie, who was practically floating, set up a table and chairs for Ash and Logan on the spot.

He stood beside the two like a butler, all that was missing was a butler's tuxedo.

Seeing Leslie's barely suppressed smile and her constant stealing glances at the gold artifacts in the distance, Ash's hand trembled as she poured him a drink.

Seeing Leslie's absent-mindedness, Ash waved him off, letting him go enjoy his own fun. Only Snow and Logan remained.

Snow stayed here because he wanted to apologize for his crazy actions last night.

Logan, however, was simply stuffing food into his mouth and showed no interest in the people around him trying to strike up a conversation.

More and more people gathered around the dining table. Stark brought Pepper, the Cassel family, and even the ghost who had disappeared all night suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

The chances of Snow apologizing are getting slimmer and slimmer.

The people at the table began chatting about everything under the sun, completely forgetting the tension and anxiety of the previous day. If it weren't for the occasional gunshots, it would have been just a family picnic.

Not long after, Ash finally sensed the Onion Knight's soul within her perception range.

Ash also had to greet his old friend Onion Knight, who hadn't been seen all night. Now that he was back, Ash should go and welcome him.

Ash ordered someone to push open the brass gate surrounding the sacrificial site, where she stood waiting for Onion Knight.

Even after being slaughtered by Wolverine all night, the orcs still roamed the outskirts of the sacrificial site in scattered numbers. These mindless creatures were always looking for food, and the more people there were, the more likely they were to be attracted to these wild beasts.

Beasts driven by appetite will not care about death from bullets, especially since the corpses of their own kind around the sacrificial site are also a source of food for them.

With each shot of the lightning spear, indiscriminately killing the orcs, the Onion Knight finally came into Ash's view.