??Chapter 743: 532
Chapter 743: 532
The situation in reality was just as he had imagined; the Ashen Holy Body and the Orange Cat were in a similar state, though the forr had a deeper impression, ntioning so undying anomaly, “Be careful. Doctor,” “Don’t respond to it,” and the like.
But that was about it.
Tries as he might, it was like his mory had been veiled, and he simply couldn’t recall any specific details.
“The only person left not found must be ‘The Unyielding’…”
Colin opened the parchnt and glanced over it, noticing that this old guy had recently posted a few sentences in a “stupid chat room” for amusent…
Then, almost as if clocking in, he @’ed Colin’s internal employee account na about a dozen minutes later: “@654321, I beg you, I can’t take it much longer, Brother Shunzi, just co and rescue , and I’ll be yours forever, plus I have information on orange-grade gear, and tens of thousands of points…”
Right after he posted this, so people imdiately comnted.
“Oh, isn’t this Brother Unyielding? Weren’t you just trash-talking
fiercely? You seem to be in high spirits; how can you not hold on…”
“Exactly, just like those old folks scrambling for seats after dancing in the plaza, returning to Brother Shunzi, and then start acting weak?”
“Speaking of which, those points of yours, weren’t they from luring people in and then upping the ante to scam them?”
“Hahaha, don’t joke around, one of these days Brother Unyielding will transform into an anomaly and sneak right into your bed on the first day…”
“…”
Facing these slanderous remarks, “The Unyielding” naturally retorted, saying things like “Impossible, it’s all my own efforts,” “Just took the occasional opportunity to do so minor tasks,” “I’ve never tricked anyone,” and so on.
However, Colin couldn’t help thinking that this matter of transforming into an anomaly one day…
It honestly seed quite uncertain.
He mulled over this while searching, trying to gather as many posts by “The Unyielding” as possible…
Compared to the beginning, Brother Unyielding’s words now seed a bit slack, as if begging when possible and letting go when not, giving off a strange feeling of helplessness.
“Could this an that his situation has now stabilized?”
Colin pondered, initially planning to have “Kě’ài duō” communicate with him…
But after thinking it over, he decided not to, given an indescribable unease.
The man’s situation was very complicated. If he knew Colin was coming, it might not be a good thing, and it was previously ntioned that during their mission, the two employees seed to have co into contact with him, albeit uncertainly…
What startled Colin was that, although one employee had only reached level eight and another level six, both claid to have had unofficial, private interactions with the “Brother Unyielding” on the eighteenth level…
That was rather eerie.
If that person could go as low as the sixth or eighth level, why would he need rescuing?
“Need to be careful, whether to contact him or not, we’ll see after the investigation is finished. If necessary, we’ll make contact, if not, better not to communicate, at least I can’t let him know in advance that I’m coming.”
Colin pushed down the urge to communicate with the man in his heart.
He also reminded Kě’ài duō not to make unnecessary moves and not to let the other party know even the act of gathering information itself, whether directly or indirectly…
Colin sighed after a few more hours with not much to show for his efforts:
“Seems like that’s about as far as we’re going to get with the information collection…”
After all that researching, it wasn’t that he’d co away with nothing, but neither did it seem he’d found any key information. The biggest impression he got from the whole thing was that this mission, if not delved into too deeply, might just be fine, but once deep involvent began, it was likely to be not much different from dealing with sothing like the “Out-of-Control Copy.”
And within the “Out-of-Control Copy”, strength was rely a ticket to entry.
Unless one could overwhelm the situation, in these kinds of events, greater strength did not necessarily an more ease…
“Huh.”
After taking a long breath, Colin looked at the ti and began making as much preparation as he could.
…
A day and a half later, on the morning of February 28th, sowhere over the seemingly endless, uninhabited open sea, Colin, shrouded in fla, plunged into the water like a seagull, then slowly began to descend.
After about ten minutes, in the dark depths of the sea, using the light from his own fla, he saw an arching seabed where, besides the dead corals, there were also so dilapidated ancient ruins.
An ominous aura was diffusing from them…
“Seems like the problem isn’t too big.”
Colin quickly landed on the ground as soon as he had confird that the surroundings had little effect on him, and it was at that mont, when he felt as if he had crossed so kind of boundary.
It seed as though he had entered a sealed spatial area…
However, within the glow of the fla, the abnormalities of this region seed to shrink back, as if instinctively fearing it.
About half an hour passed when Colin suddenly noticed a murky fog beginning to appear in the pitch-black sea around him, quickly growing denser…
Soon after, with the grey fog covering everything, a monotonous, hollow, and piercing sound of a flute echoed from the depths of the fog.
Following closely was a train that rattled on incessantly, “clang clang clang,” heading towards him.
The grey fog did not separate the seawater but rely spread and enveloped everything around, aning that the train was subrged in the water at the mont. Yet, the imnse pressure of the sea thousands of ters below seed to have no effect on the train at all.
It was as if it didn’t exist, with not even the thin layer of the train windows being crushed.
“This thing… it’s still amazing,” Colin murmured to himself, then after a mont of stupefaction, he found that the train had slowly co to a stop.
“Click.”
The door slid open.
The seawater seed to be blocked by an invisible force, unable to flow inside.
Seeing this, Colin was not particularly surprised. He didn’t waste ti observing and took a few steps towards the entrance of the carriage and stood still. Then, with flas surging in his eyes, he swept his gaze across the interior, sensing a few shadowy figures.
“Please go to the corner and stay there,” he said calmly, politely extending his hand to point to the corner, with flas churning in his eyes.
Under the radiation of the fla, so of the “shadowy figures” sitting down hesitated for two seconds before reluctantly moving towards the bottom left corner of the carriage, under the heat of the fla, and sat down together.
After applying a barrier of fla to prevent them from escaping, Colin finally found a place to sit down.
These things in themselves had no real intelligence, being closer to instinctual. Yet, while being instinctual, they had a slight understanding of human language…
“It’s ti to summon people.”
Colin took out the parchnt for the current event and sent out the tasks to two employees assisting him…
In a few seconds, the two employees who had been on standby since the early morning imdiately accepted the invitation for the “support mission” and appeared directly in the train carriage.
The instant they appeared, the train doors slowly closed, and the train started moving again.
As the train disappeared from the seabed, various strange, starfish-like black creatures began poking their heads out from the ruins, as if trying to ascertain whether the human who gave them an imnse sense of oppression had left…
However, as soon as they erged, they saw a pulsating fla at the original spot.
With a “boom,”
The fierce light of the fire erupted under the deep sea.
The fla, defying all logic, swallowed the area in an instant, purifying all that was unclean.
…
“Not bad, the threat has been removed…”
Colin’s gaze returned from the window, which was now obscured by the grey fog, and turned to look at the two people sitting not far away:
“The mission officially starts now, have either of you recalled anything?”
Both “Orange Cat” and “Innate Ashen Holy Body” looked at each other, shaking their heads. However, “Ashen Holy Body” spoke up first:
“All I rember now is that when we went there, it seed that we arrived near the location through a ‘support mission’ directly, without taking the train or any other steps…”
“ too,” Orange Cat nodded in agreent following the sa line of thought.
‘Not by train? Could it be that the thod ‘Lady Bunny’ provided is the correct way to enter?’
Colin nodded thoughtfully, trusting ‘Lady Rabbit”s arrangents even more.
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ps: Update first, revise later.
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