Chapter 142: Big spenders
It was a snowy night.
Snowflakes fell on the roof of the white monastery, making the building look bloated.
As a police officer, Su'en had no trouble knocking on the door of the monastery.
There was thick snow in the courtyard, and pigeons were sleeping high up.
A brown-haired nun received him.
"Officer Johnny, what can I do for you?"
"There has been a murder on the street, and I'm afraid the killer has hidden in the monastery. Can I go in and take a look?"
"Of course."
The brown-haired nun led Su'en into the monastery.
There were no statues in the main hall, but instead, there was a totem of the alchemist's faith, the "Tail-Biting Serpent."
Su'en wanted to extract so useful alchemical knowledge from these nuns, but it was clear that he didn't succeed.
"Can I know how many nuns are in the monastery now?"
"Six."
"I need to ask a few more people so questions."
"..."
"By the way, where is Sister Alice?"
"Sorry, she is doing her weekly tasks and maintaining the seal in the basent."
"The seal?"
"..."
The conversation was cut off halfway.
At least Su'en knew that these nuns were here to maintain the seal.
......
After a while, Su'en walked out of the monastery.
Although he didn't see Alice, he heard a sad love story.
The missing piece of the story was finally completed.
As he walked out onto the street, he heard the sound of footsteps crushing the snow behind him.
Soone was following him.
But the gaze of that person didn't show any malice for the ti being.
Su'en calmly turned around and saw a person wearing a black cloak from head to toe.
The cloaked figure spoke, "Do you think I'm ugly?"
The hoarse voice sounded like it ca from a throat that had been scalded by molten iron.
Then he lifted his head, revealing a distorted and monstrous face.
Su'en had already guessed who "it" was, but his expression remained unchanged as he calmly said, "Appearance has never been the key to asuring beauty or ugliness. In my eyes, kindness has nothing to do with one's appearance."
The prompt given by the All-Knowing Eye was already obvious.
Answering "ugly" or "not ugly" was not the answer,
Not answering was also not the answer.
Emotion was the correct answer.
Feelings of disgust would stimulate "it."
That's why, for Su'en, the difficulty of this cursed space was "D-level."
Su'en could control his emotions very well.
After a pause, he looked at the cloaked figure in front of him and sighed, "Mr. Brook, I have heard your story, and I'm sorry..."
Upon hearing this, the cloaked figure fell into silence.
After a long ti, he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Sir, can you please co and see
in the bell tower? I'm going to die tonight, and I have a request to ask of you..."
Without hesitation, Su'en agreed, "Okay."
The result identified by the cloaked figure in front of him was [Abbas, the Flesh Mountain Incarnation, on the verge of complete distortion].
Su'en knew he was not the bell tower monster.
After Su'en agreed, the cloaked figure seed relieved and disappeared into the snowy night.
Su'en didn't pay any attention to the cloaked figure.
He went straight to the red brick bell tower, which he knew was the key to solving the puzzle.
There was a thick iron door at the bottom of the bell tower, which was now open.
Su'en walked in without hesitation.
There was no elevator, so he climbed the stairs step by step.
Gradually, strange patterns appeared on the surrounding walls, like autumn ivy climbing all over the walls, becoming denser as he went up.
Later, he discovered that they were densely packed living blood vessels.
As he continued to climb, there were moving human organs on the walls, intestines, pale yellow layers of fat...
Even the steps under his feet turned into flesh with slippery mucous mbranes, stepping on them felt wet and slippery.
The air was filled with the special sll of fresh organ tissues.
Su'en felt like he had entered the body of a giant monster. When he was about to reach the top, he saw a giant beating heart.
This was the true difficulty of breaking the curse in this space.
A normal person entering this bell tower would probably first react by throwing a grenade to destroy everything.
Stimulating the "it" upstairs would have serious consequences.
Su'en looked at the information identified and showed no change in his expression as he climbed up the fleshy staircase step by step.
Finally, he reached the top of the bell tower and saw a distorted monster's face growing on the wall.
This was a grotesque creature completely fused with the bell tower.
Bell Tower Monster?
No,
More accurately, it should be called the Bell Tower Beast.
A voice ca from the hollow below the two eyeballs in front of him, looking like a mouth, "Sorry, did I scare you?"Su'en learned the story from the nun's mouth and shook his head, saying, "No, Mr. Brook. You are a respected and brave warrior."
"Yes, I have no regrets about joining the war."
There was a hint of pride in his voice. "If there is ti, I will talk to you about that battle. But I don't have ti now..."
Pausing for a mont, he continued, "Although I did not die in battle, I was infected with distortion during the fight with the abyssal monster... Seven days ago, I ca back here with the last trace of my determination, wanting to see her one last ti. But unfortunately, my will cannot stop the distortion of my body anymore. The demon is devouring my sanity. I don't want her to see
as a monster now... so I hid here in this clock tower."
Listening to his words, Su'en looked in the direction of his two eyes and saw the white monastery through the gaps in the clock dial.
In the final monts of his life, he silently watched his beloved girl from here.
The voice continued, "If possible, could you please help
fulfill my last wish and bring my nto to my beloved Alice? Tell her that I can no longer keep our appointnt, and she should not wait for
anymore..."
"Okay."
Su'en agreed and took the harmonica that erged from a at tentacle, taking a look at it.
[Brook's Harmonica]
Description: Can you help
deliver it to my beloved girl?
Curse attribute: Love for a lifeti, it can be considered a curse.
Explanation: Engraved with the nas Alice and Brook; blowing it can soothe Alice's soul.
With his last will supporting him, the face on the wall slowly closed its eyes.
The beating sound of the giant heart gradually ceased, and the clock tower returned to silence. Only the sound of the clock hands ticking could be heard.
The life of the distorted monster was so tenacious, but Brook willingly gave up his own life.
With this, the entire plot of the curse space was completed.
Looking at the distorted monster, identified as the Abyssal Abbas at Mountain (Second Order Silver-level Eerie), dying, Su'en breathed a sigh of relief.
He also knew that this was the correct way to break through the "D-level difficulty."
A direct attack would be "A-level."
With such a large volu, even with the Black Reaper, it would not be able to cause effective damage.
Even if the entire tower were to collapse, it would not necessarily kill Brook. Instead, it would completely enrage him and turn him into a terrifying monster.
According to the original plot, Brook should not have entrusted this harmonica until his death, forming this obsession, hoping that soone would return this "token" to Miss Alice.
Su'en felt that he probably knew who the "weeping witch" was.
The two companion curse spaces were like this distant clock tower and monastery.
.......
As the signs of life disappeared from the at mountain, a glowing piece of flesh gradually condensed.
[Abbas's Flesh]
Explanation: Second Order Silver-level material, can be refined into a professional advancent material, greatly enhancing physical strength.
Second Order Silver-level materials were already extrely rare.
Su'en put away the material and knew that the curse space was about to collapse.
However... the story was quite good.
No curse item was obtained?
Su'en didn't think too much about it. The surroundings suddenly changed.
Then, he found himself back in the ruins of Dawn City, with Tommy looking at him in surprise, holding a black whistle in his hand.
Looking at Su'en, Tommy exclaid, "Mr. Johnny!"
Su'en guessed what had happened and asked, "Did you et the cloaked person?"
Tommy replied, "Yes... he suddenly walked into the room and asked
if I thought he was ugly. I felt his pain and chatted with him for a while. Then he gave
a whistle. After that... I don't know how, but I ca out."
"..."
Su'en felt that sotis, breaking the curse space depended on strength, and sotis, it really depended on appearance.
No wonder he thought there was no curse item in the space, it turned out to be with Tommy.
[Whistle of the Dead]
Quality: Gold
Description: Do you want to talk to a demon?
Curse attribute: By using the power of the demon, you will be tempted by the demon.
Explanation: Material for the mysterious 'Necromancer' profession; the conditions for the profession require a specific dium for spiritual communication.
Su'en didn't know what talent Tommy had awakened, but this curse item was a good thing.
An ancient relic of "gold quality," definitely a rare profession.
Although he had never heard of a "Necromancer," it was definitely not simple.
Tommy asked while holding the whistle, "Mr. Johnny, what is this whistle and why did the cloaked person give it to ? I feel like it suits ..."
"A rare golden employnt material. Put it away."
Su'en didn't say much, because at this ti, on the ruins of the monastery in front of them, an expected scene was unfolding.
...
Intense arguing could be heard.
"We signed an equal exploration contract. Why does your Oliver family think we should help you explore the cursed space?"
"Damn it, Blade Battalion! You are violating the Hunting Agreent!"
"They never intended to let us leave alive..."
"..."
Not far from the monastery, dozens of mbers from the Blade Battalion, ard with guns, drove the three independent hunting teams, including the "Drunkard Gang," into the monastery. It seed like they were forcibly making them explore the cursed space.
And at this mont, they also noticed Su'en and the others who appeared out of thin air.
In an instant, everyone's gaze turned towards them, and the barrels of guns and cannons were also pointed at them.
Tommy, who was standing aside, saw his father among them and angrily rushed forward, shouting, "Let go of my dad!"
The situation in front of him was exactly as Su'en had expected.
The Blade Battalion finally tore off their disguise, and dozens of malicious gazes made people's scalps tingle.
In a critical situation, Su'en snorted coldly in his heart, hooked the silk thread in his hand with one hand, and instinctively wanted to control the hatred and behead the second-ranked captain of the Blade Battalion, and then guerrilla snipe the others.
But the next second, he glanced at his own hand and instinctively stopped.
Then, a look of confusion appeared on his face.
He lowered his head again and looked at his hand, trying to make that awkward finger movent, but he found a problem.
He looked at the surrounding environnt and then looked at his hand.
Only then did he realize sothing. "Huh... so it's a dream. When did I fall for it? Was it the mont I ca out just now?"
The "Sorrowful Witch" mainly used dream killing as her thod.
Su'en had never been careless from the beginning.
He determined the scene in front of him through a special conditioned reflex. It was a dream he created himself.
...
Normally, people who are dreaming are not aware that they are in a dream.
But it is possible to beco aware of being in a dream through so training techniques.
Su'en had done this kind of training before in order to control his dangerous personality that would harm others in his dreams.
It was the finger movent he did when looking at his hand. He repeatedly suggested to himself before falling asleep, "When I am in a dream, I will look at my fingers and realize that I am dreaming."
(Note: Lucid dreaming, similar to Tang Wang's technique, has been modified. Don't take it too seriously.)
Through this long-term training,
it had beco a conditioned reflex.
Now, although everything in front of him was incredibly real, Su'en was certain that he was in a dream.
...
In front of him, the mbers of the Blade Battalion had already caught Tommy and were closing in on him.
Su'en smiled and said, "Hehe..."
The self in the dream would definitely be alive.
So they might shoot, but he would definitely not die.
Facing countless gun barrels around him, he did not resist. A hint of madness appeared in the corner of his eye.
After confirming that he was in a dream, everything beca aningless.
He took out a gun and pressed it against his own chin, then pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Very skilled, obviously not the first ti.
...
Everything went black in front of him.
As if waking up from a nightmare.
Su'en looked around at his surroundings.
It was a crossroads in a snowstorm.
"Mr. Johnny? Where are we?"
Beside him, a young boy wearing thin clothes tentatively called out. He was holding a basket of matches in his hand.
A match-selling boy?
This familiar scene seed to be happening again.
But due to the lack of mory in the dream, he only felt that the scene was familiar, as if it had happened before, but he didn't realize anything.
"A thousand years ago, the Dawn City..."
Su'en muttered to himself, wanting to respond to Tommy with "Cursed Space."
But suddenly, he instinctively looked at his own hand, then looked around, and his gaze instantly beca serious, as if he had stimulated so conditioned reflex and realized sothing. "A dream?"
Tommy beside him froze.
He watched Su'en pull out a gun and press it against his temple, and hurriedly exclaid, trying to stop him, "Mr. Johnny, what are you doing!"
Before the words could fall, Su'en, with a smile on his lips, pulled the trigger without hesitation.
The more you talk, the deeper you fall into the dream, the harder it is to extricate yourself.
Another gunshot rang out.
Everything went black in front of him.
As if waking up from a nightmare.
...
This ti, the scene changed.
It was a broken monastery, surrounded by dense fog, and only the scene inside the monastery was real.
In the grand hall of the monastery, a silver-haired nun over five ters tall was attacking several humans with her extendable hair.
Among the seven people, five were second-tier professionals, and the other two were crowd control sorcerers.
Four of the five second-tier professionals were familiar faces: the "Trickster" Lloyd, the executive of the Crow Gang "Blood Crow" Langferro, the leader of the Battle Blade Group Bloom, the executive of the Steam Party "chanical Tyrannosaurus" Toyinbi, and an unknown robed sorcerer.
The other two first-tier professionals were also very rare crowd controllers. One used a "Thorn Wrap" spell to control the tall nun's legs, showing a special talent for controlling plants. The other emitted a "Slow Ray" that slowed the nun's movents, another special ability.
The seven of them surrounded the "Wailing Witch
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