Chapter 345: Chapter 344: The Insomniac
Chapter 345: Chapter 344: The Insomniac
After D&G Organization used sufficient manpower and materials to establish Zion as its core gathering ground, it formally entered a phase of expansion and developnt.
It began expanding its influence into surrounding areas, enlarging the surveillance and managent scope of the organization in order to better assess the world’s Pathological progression and to more quickly detect the ergence of ‘passages,’ helping more capable gentlen achieve Extre Breakthrough.
Such expansion reached its limit several years ago. With the advent of the Grey Zone, many outposts were forced to retreat, and the governed areas were gradually reduced day by day.
Several months ago, when the organization’s third-largest city, Levinho, beca shrouded in Death, even gentlen as powerful as Sun Dis died within it.
The organization then officially launched the ‘Recall Plan,’ prompting so special individuals stationed abroad to return to Zion.
For example, so tailors, Cetery Managers, Watchers, and so on.
Of course, there are also so gentlen with extraordinary talents and robust strength but certain personality issues who deliberately chose to leave the city, even requesting to be positioned in remote small towns with sparse populations.
[Wood Town]
A remote small town close to the Northern Realm, where snow falls for at least two seasons each year, and the nearest organization relay station is hundreds of kiloters away;
Zion is even more distant.
Such a secluded area should have been long overrun by Pathological afflictions;
it’s impossible for humans to survive.
Yet, against expectations, the town remains untouched by the disease, even housing thousands of residents.
And only one gentleman is stationed here, who was the one who requested to be posted in this location.
During several years of life in the town, he had developed good relations with the villagers, frequently visiting their hos.
On this day,
a carriage arrived in Wood Town, which hadn’t seen any visitors for many years, pulled by four skeleton horses created with Resurrection Magic, attached to a high-end carriage featuring the latest chanical devices.
A coachman with a row of sharp fangs showing from beneath a ghastly mask and a burly figure stepped down, and the villagers dared not approach.
The coachman approached a detached bungalow marked with the organization’s insignia, restrained his nacing aura, and respectfully knocked on the door in an extrely polite manner.
Without the door opening, a weary and deep voice emanated from inside:
“What’s the matter? You’ve co all this way just to deliver a ssage?”
“Here are two letters that need to be personally handed to you. One is a recall notice from the organization, and the other is from the Divine Skin Mansion.”
Upon hearing the forr, the person inside seed about to dismiss the visitor, but when ‘Divine Skin Mansion’ was ntioned, the situation changed significantly.
The door opened, and the stench of old socks mixed with the sll of fernting sweat assaulted the visitor.
The house was littered with clothing that hadn’t been washed in ti, with a hand-knitted foul sock even hanging on a wall lamp to roast.
Creak…creak… the rubbing of wood.
Following the noise, one could see a wooden wicker rocking chair leaning against the corner of the wall,
and a man with unkempt hair and a disheveled beard was sitting in it, his face nearly obscured by his grey and white hair, looking like an elite among vagabonds.
His body was as slender as a bamboo pole, which, in combination with the rocking chair, gave the impression of age.
From the dirty and even torn suit hanging on a coat rack, one could tell that this was indeed the only gentleman stationed in Wood Town.
The two letters were handed over,
yet he only opened the one from the Divine Skin Mansion, and as he read the information inside, the rocking of the chair gradually slowed.
“Sir Claude can’t hold on anymore, huh… Ah, I really don’t want to leave this place! I finally managed to calm my mind and even had the chance to make friends.
By the way, does the carriage co with an accompanying bath and a facial cleansing kit?”
“Everything you need is available.”
“Wait for
a mont, I need to say goodbye to my friends.”
The mysterious man struggled to rise from the rocking chair, montarily unable to stand straight.
Once he finally straightened his back and pushed the hair from his eyes, what was revealed was a surprisingly youthful face.
His extrely deep dark circles resembled trenches on a battlefield, and the black rings under his eyes were so exaggerated it seed he hadn’t slept for a month.
Stretching and yawning loudly,
he walked with an incredibly casual deanor,
and the coachman didn’t dare to rush him, but instead looked down and asked, “Do you need
to help you tidy up the things in your room?”
“No, even if you’ve sorted everything out, I still need to take it back to Zion to unload. These dirty things have to be cleaned… Anyway, it’s highly unlikely that I’ll co back. I might as well burn down the building with everything inside to avoid the hassle.”
“Alright, then I’ll wait for you in the carriage.”
Returning to the coach,
the coachman pulled out an encrypted personal file from the compartnt that ca with the vehicle. Although the young man in the file did not have such disheveled hair and beard, the exaggerated dark circles under his eyes were enough to identify him as the sa person.
Continuing to look at the personal information below, a few points caught the coachman’s particular attention.
[Yodessapen Galon]
First Gentleman Candidate
Forr Cesimani Executioner (resigned)
*Special note: This individual suffers from a rare diseaseInsomnia Syndrowhich causes unpredictable mood swings due to sleep issues. Please be cautious when interacting with this person, as it might lead to fatal consequences.
The coachman also checked the carriage’s setup multiple tis, assuring there were no flaws.
As Galon finished bidding farewell to the townspeople and stepped onto the carriage, the coachman’s palms also clenched with sweat.
“Um… are we ready to depart?”
The coachman’s question, however, received no response, and the unusual silence made him break out in a sweat all over.
After a standoff of five minutes, he tried to gently slide open the partition window at the front of the carriage,
only to find that Galon was already lying on the carriage’s soft bed, with his clothes thrown carelessly on the floor.
Faint snoring sounds ca from his nostrils;
it seed he was asleep,
Yet, curiously, he was snoring with his eyes open.
After calling out a couple more tis with no response from Galon, the coachman was fairly certain that the other party was in so type of special sleep state, only unable to close his eyes for so reason.
The coach set off.
Even though it could reach speeds of up to 180km/h, due to the long journey and the need to pass through many perilous mountainous regions, it still required over three days of travel.
Two hours after setting off, as the coach traversed a fragnted highway covered with tall grass, sothing darted out from the woods on both sides.
The coachman imdiately pulled out a thermal weapon, a specially reinforced shotgun, ready to accurately kill any suspicious life forms.
On closer inspection, it was rely a Pathological monkey.
The monkey’s lower body sprouted four deford human legs, which, along with its own, gave it lightning-fast speed.
However,
following the shooting of this monkey, the forest erupted with the sounds of many monkeys howling, and pairs of eyes glowing like green bulbs appeared from the depths of the woods.
“Damn it!”
Just as the coachman was preparing to accelerate away,
a tide-like flood of Pathological monkeys burst out from the forests on both sides, so even resembling tanks with human faces covering their chests.
As the coachman was about to force his way through to an escape route,
Buzz!
His mind suddenly seized up, frozen for a brief mont,
and by the ti he regained consciousness and reopened his eyes, he realized he had fallen asleep amidst such an urgent situation!
It wasn’t just him,
the horses that had been resurrected through necromancy were also asleep, and the coach had been stationary the entire ti.
Then, an unforgettable sight caught the coachman’s eye.
In the area of the highway and the neighboring forest within a hundred ters, it was littered with the bodies of Pathological monkeys, none with intact bodies,
so smashed, so sliced into segnts, and so even twisted into pretzel shapes.
The coachman hurriedly slid open the carriage’s partition window, only to see Galon still in the initial sleeping posture, his body had never moved a fraction…
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